Waddling into the bright room adorned with safari animals and soft blue wrapping paper, I let out a sigh of relief. The busy morning was behind me; I was here and ready to celebrate our little boy.
Only 18 hours prior, our friends arrived from Virginia. I tell ya, nothing makes you feel like more of a grown-up than your first houseguests! Conversely, nothing makes you feel like less of a grown-up than your houseguests’ children.
I was confident our home was clean and safe. Naturally our friends’ adorable toddler shot that delusion to hell.
He bee-lined for a glass heirloom before tugging on a metal shelf stacked with kitchen appliances. “That’s not bolted down!” I warned, imagining disaster at every turn. This was all before he fell backwards down our ungated staircase. Will caught him in a feat of INCREDIBLE Dad-to-be heroism – but man was that close!
I could just see the headlines:
“Prospective parents lure innocent family into death trap.”
“CPS demands immediate surrender of unborn child; report cites ‘sharp edges.’”
The words “would you bring your kids HERE???” printed over a picture of our perilous living room.
Happily, our friends handled it with cool and grace. They joked with us about taking notes for our own child and only had to tell their kids once what not to touch. I was incredibly impressed by their behavior; everyone lived and a great time was had by all.
The next morning, I awoke early to make coffee and grab bagels from a local deli. Once everything was laid out on the table, I handed the hosting reigns to Will and set out to make myself pretty.
Now, it had been quite a while since I cared about my appearance. Pregnancy exhaustion has a way of striking unnecessary primping from the itinerary. People were coming from all over to see me however and I was determined to look halfway decent. A little hairspray and a lot of shellac later, I was faced with the ever-daunting selection of shoes. It had been at least three months since I tried to wear heels.
Why not? I thought.
Of course, before we even left the driveway, my feet were swelling like overly yeasted cake batter.
Right. That’s why not. I was reminded.
No matter – I had arrived. The room quickly filled with smiling faces and big gifts. My Mom and sister did a wonderful job organizing every last detail. The food was amazing, the décor was adorable, the games were HILARIOUS and the company was outstanding.
I opened the beautiful gifts (barefoot) with the help of some girlfriends.
We now have everything we need to prepare for our little prince. Once we trash every breakable, cover every outlet, and bolt every piece of furniture to a load-bearing wall – we’ll be all set!!!
A special thanks to everyone who made our day so special. <3