Me, my MIL Natalie, Tiff, her mama Lydia, niece Katie, Trish, and Cathy. (2 SIL’s were out of town)
I complain an awful lot about living in Alligatoralley, Florida. But, I have to say, a great big huge bonus to living here, is Fiddledaddy’s family. I am blessed to be close to my MIL, and 5 sisters. They are actually sisters-in-law, but, to me, they are my sisters. I heart every one of them.
Last weekend, I attended a baby shower for one such SIL. She will most likely be the last of all of us to give birth. Knock wood. Crossing my eyes. And praying for menopause.
Trish hosted at her house. We had a “tea” party. No children allowed. And believe me, my girls tried to hide themselves in my pockets to attend. I searched the car thoroughly for stowaways. When they were over at Aunt Trish’s earlier in the week, and caught sight of the delicate tea cups, and CANDY BARS, MOM, SHE GOT CANDY BARS.
Well. They are my offspring. You can’t blame them.
But the candy bars? Not so much for public consumption, but rather for a cruel party game.
I sat around the table with women that I know very very well. And laughed until I nearly needed to change clothes. There was food. And tea. And games. Let it be known that we’re all rather competitive during games. Especially the MIL. She’s not above cheating. I’m just sayin’.
I gave it my all during each and every party game. The drawing of the baby on a paper plate poised on top of my head, plus other games that involved thinking and paper and pen. But, since there were no cocktails offered, my game playing was seriously hampered.
Finally, Trish introduced a game that I would most certainly excel at. We had to determine the maker of 5 different candy bars. Without the aid of a wrapper.
AT LAST! BRING ON THE CHOCOLATE. If I can’t have a cocktail, at least give me some chocolate. It’s the sporting thing to do. And believe me, I know my way around a candy bar.
She presented us with a platter of 5 baby diapers. Fresh out of the microwave. With a candy bar contained therein.
You get the picture.
We were to pass the diapers around, and using our keen sense of smell and taste, write down the correct guess.
I opened the first diaper and began with the dry heaves and gagging. I tried people, I really did. I sniffed. And even tasted one. Or two, as it were. But all the choking and reflux were a deterrent. I got not ONE of them right.
My niece, the skinny nurse with no children, got them all right. I’m so happy for her.
I could barely go back to the feeding trough for my 5th helping of food. But, I forced myself.
And as a parting gift? Trish gave each of us a Godiva Chocolate Bar. I accepted it reluctantly and shoved it into my purse. “You know, you’ve ruined my love of all things chocolate,” I glared at her.
Because I’m not one to be ungrateful for a gift candy bar, the wrapper now lays empty at the bottom of my purse.
Any other favorite baby shower games? Not that I’m planning one, mind you.