Friday, August 7, 2009


I went to a baby shower last night. Normally, I love baby showers. Cake, games and cute little baby things. What's not to love? If you are one of those people that doesn't like games, you are just a bitter party-pooper. The shower was for my cousin, who I am not entirely close to, but I still wanted to go.

I went armed with a pretty cool gift. I bought off her registry (which was 21 pages long!) and even up until yesterday, mine was one of the very few that was removed. Meaning, people didn't buy off the registry or didn't have the items removed. I figured it was the first. So, armed with my gift of a baby towel, baby washcloths, bottles, travel bowls, sippy cups, spoons and some diaper bag contraption, I went to the shower. My mother-in-law drove. This can sometimes be a good thing and sometimes a bad thing. I don't have to drive (good) but then I am at the mercy of however late she wants to stay (bad).

We were some of the first people there, and people just kept coming and coming and coming. The house was chock a block full. I should have counted, seriously, because there were between 35-40 people. And lots of little kids. I don't really like lots of kids. They are loud, cry, and tend to steal the spotlight. This fact alone is going to make me sound horrible, but don't worry, I will love my own children. I just don't love many other people's.

For two hours: TWO HOURS: we did nothing but watch my cousin open gifts. No games, nothing. Yes, someone stood up at first and said thank you for coming, yada yada. I wanted games dammit! But of course, with that many people, we would have been there until midnight if we had played games.

TWO HOURS of gift opening. It wasn't like I could get up and leave the room either because I was the designated camera person. Why me? I take terrible pictures! So, I snapped pictures of her opening socks. And pictures of her opening a onesie. You get the picture (tee hee).

Here is my huge beef. Out of 35-40 women, only TWO people bought off her registry. Me and my mother-in-law. Everyone else bought clothes. Now, this irritates me. First off, the poor girl didn't even get essentials like diapers. No, instead she got enough dresses to clothe most of Botswana. I counted five party dresses. What is a 3 month old going to do with that many party dresses?

There were a couple of rebels that bought things like fuzzy blankets and socks. But not many. I was disgusted. Too many clothes. That poor baby won't have diapers but she will have a fancy tutu dress with ruffle butt tights. Good Lord. And worse? Everything was PINK! Don't they make baby clothes for girls that aren't pink? Such as yellow, white, peach or maybe even (GASP!) blue? Nope, all of it was pink.

Moral of the story: If someone has a registry, buy off it please. The mother-to-be does appreciate some clothes, but not if she ends up not using them for her baby. At that point, they just became unused and donated to the Goodwill.

I sound like an ungrateful person. So what? This post will pretty much guarantee that I will be blessed with a little girl that loves pink. All I know is that I am not buying another piece of clothing. Instead, I will buy essentials like pacifiers, bottles, diapers, towels, etc. No clothing. Lord knows I will get enough at my shower. Well maybe not if I specifically say no frikkin' pink!

P.S. The cake was good. I finally got a piece after the gift opening and photography duty was over.

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