I like babies. They’re so cute. They’re like puppies only without the all that mindless wagging and licking. And I’ve realized that I also like throwing parties for babies.
It’s fun. Especially when it’s not your party, you can just let the guest-of-honor roam around the room to mingle, stopping every now and then to throw her head back in carefree laughter. Meanwhile, I can refill the punch bowl and make sure there are enough mini quiches to go around.
I hosted with my friend Hilary, and here we are with Rhea, the lovely mama-to-be.
Record scratch…we’re all mamas-to-be.
Ziga zig, owwww.
Because making babies is our jam.
Um, you can’t quite see the raspberry braid in all it’s gooey glory, but there it is to the right, slightly out of frame. It was Hilary’s mother’s recipe, and it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my whole life.
We (by “we” I mean my husband and Jen Peters, because I am not a graphic designer, I’m pretty handy with a magna doodle, but that’s about where my expertise ends) made these fun cards with wishes for the baby. We had everyone fill them out and hand them back to Rhea to keep.
One of my favorite answers was, “I hope you ignore the bitches.”
They also created a game of I Spy
And a chocolate bar wrapper, because in my option, no party is complete without chocolate.