As some may know, I’m a nanny.
They slobber on me.
They give me bruises.
*you’d be surprised how much pain a toddler can inflict on a person*
They poop on floors.
They get sassy with me.
They get all kinds of crazy.
And yet I adore being a nanny.
No, it’s not always glamorous.
Yet, with all that yucky stuff, these kids still bring me such an incredible amount of joy.
With that being said, you can only imagine the amount of joy that bombarded me when I found out that one of my best friends, Ali, is expecting a precious baby girl.
Ask all of my married friends, I’ve been waiting years for ANY of them to pop out a baby so I can finally take on the name of “Auntie Emmy”.
Actually, I have this weird obsession with the granny name of Gertrude. I really truly want to be referred to as Gurdy, but the parents to be made it very clear that it is not happening. It’s okay. I’ve come to terms with it. Auntie Emmy still has a nice ring to it.
With baby announcements come baby showers. So, I joined forces with some of the loveliest ladies I know and planned a killer baby shower. We met up three weeks prior to the shower to brain storm ideas and designate who gets what. All while sipping on wine and some fine homemade cooking. The day of the shower we got to the hosts (shout out to Granny! Or whom I call Grans) homely abode to decorate.
Or in my case, to decorate AND prepare all of my food contributions.
I mean, long weeks happen.
You only have so many days in a week, am I right?!
Put five girls together and you know you’re going to have a baby shower full of pink, burlap, small details, flowers, and lambs.*
Let’s be real. Food is one of the most anticipated things about showers. You never know how awkward the games may be at showers, but you can always count on some delicious grub.
I must add, I got countless compliments on my rice crispy treat recipe. I’d love to say that I slaved away for hours whipping up the treats and making the frosting from scratch but that would be a lie. Your girl cut prepackaged treats in half, slapped some Pillsbury strawberry frosting, and invested in some fancy sprinkles to make them look more unique. Additionally, I may have had one of the girls do all of that as I threw my 5 boxes of “Crunch ‘n Munch” popcorn into cute baggies for the favors. Don’t judge me. As I said earlier, it was a long week.
Ali would be glad to know that my suggestions for baby shower games got shot down at our planning get together. I’m all for the hilarious games. a/k/a the ones that involve eating melted chocolate bars out of diapers and guessing the candy bar. Ali, on the other hand, would much rather prefer the games that dealt with diaper changing challenges, bingo, matching games, and relay races.
So that’s what we did!
Yummy food, fun games, and cute decorations are great. But at the end of the day a baby shower comes down to being surrounded by those who want to celebrate with the mom-to-be, as she enters this new chapter of her life. Shower her with love and lots of laughs.
When the mom is showered in gifts, the guests should be as well! The lucky ladies who attended left with some lavender soap and some home made * cough cough* caramel popcorn.
Dear Baby Susannah,
Despite what Amber or Christie says, I’m going to be coolest auntie in the history of aunties. I may or may not have annoyed your mom by referring to you as Baby Gooch a hundred times within the first week of finding out about you. I can’t wait to annoy her with you!
Love, Auntie Emmy ❤
Ever since high school, I’ve described Ali as a Susie homemaker and the Mama Hen of the group. So changing her contact in my phone to “Mama Alison” seemed so natural for me.
*Isn’t it ironic how we have all call Ali a Susie Homemaker and her daughters name is pretty close to the name Susie? Hmmm. *
You are gentle in your words.
You are loving in your actions.
You are patient.
You are going to be an amazing mother.
You will have trying days.
You will have perfect days.
Despite what days you have, you have a group of girls who are here to support you in this new chapter of your life.
Love, The Sisterhood Aunties
*To finish this blog off, we must take a moment to acknowledge Jalen’s borderline unhealthy addiction to lambs.
God bless you, Jalen.
We’re praying for you 😉