Figuring (correctly) that I wouldn't show up for a planned baby shower, my friends at Chapin Hall (and Ben) conspired to throw me a
surprise baby shower yesterday. I still can't believe that nobody gave it away or that I didn't figure it out. My boss, Rob, and I had a scheduled meeting and he suggested we walk outside and talk since it was a lovely day. Sounded great to me so I threw my hair up in a messy flip. But as we passed the conference room on the first floor, he opened the door and I suddenly realized what was going on. I could see people smiling and balloons and decorations and I, naturally, recoiled in terror pulling Rob back and hitting him on the arm. Ben eventually came out to help pull me in (he was also hit). Once I was wrangled into the room I began to feel the love and it was all good. Our lucky little one received a couple rockin' shirts (one with the Beatles and one that says "I'm with the band"), a CD of lullaby versions of Nirvana songs, the classic School House Rock DVD, a stylin' baby wrap carrier, and a gift certificate that will come in very handy after the little one arrives and we begin to realize that we need things we never knew existed before. We also were treated to a scrumptious homemade chocolate cake made by my friend and office neighbor Mikael "there's no such thing as a green pepper" Karlstrom served by none other than the big boys, Matt Stagner and Bob Goerge.
Figuring (correctly) that I wouldn't show up for a planned baby shower, my friends at Chapin Hall (and Ben) conspired to throw me a surprise baby shower yesterday. I still can't believe that nobody gave it away or that I didn't figure it out. My boss, Rob, and I had a scheduled meeting and he suggested we walk outside and talk since it was a lovely day. Sounded great to me so I threw my hair up in a messy flip. But as we passed the conference room on the first floor, he opened the door and I suddenly realized what was going on. I could see people smiling and balloons and decorations and I, naturally, recoiled in terror pulling Rob back and hitting him on the arm. Ben eventually came out to help pull me in (he was also hit). Once I was wrangled into the room I began to feel the love and it was all good. Our lucky little one received a couple rockin' shirts (one with the Beatles and one that says "I'm with the band"), a CD of lullaby versions of Nirvana songs, the classic School House Rock DVD, a stylin' baby wrap carrier, and a gift certificate that will come in very handy after the little one arrives and we begin to realize that we need things we never knew existed before. We also were treated to a scrumptious homemade chocolate cake made by my friend and office neighbor Mikael "there's no such thing as a green pepper" Karlstrom served by none other than the big boys, Matt Stagner and Bob Goerge.
