We threw a baby shower for our friend, Angela, last weekend.
I use the term 'we' super duper loosely. In reality, I mean that my best friend, Kristin, and the guest of honor's mom threw Angela a shower and I just showed up. But I did a really good job of being a party guest. I promise. I tried to play paparazzi too. My photo skillz are most definitely still a work in progress.
In terms of shower ideas, the 'little man' complete with mustaches on sticks is officially highly recommended.
We had entirely too much fun. Mustaches as unibrows? Check. The double mustache = eyebrows? Check. We even put a mustache on Angela's belly... just because we could.
The restaurant graciously agreed to concoct some sort of blue drink for us to toast with, too. I have no idea what was in it... but I tasted the sample and it was good. Promise.
There may have been a party game involving small baby bottles filled with Bailey's. The guest of honor had a bottle filled with blue Gatorade, I promise. Needless to say, I did not win that game. I'm fairly certain I came in last, in fact.
Hey. You try to chug booze from a baby bottle. It's not for wimps. Fact.
