In a super sweet, overwhelming and completely unnecessary move, my family and friends threw me a “sprinkle” yesterday. I’m using “sprinkle” in quotes because this thing was a full-on baby shower. A Great Gatsby-themed baby shower, of course. While I wish they hadn’t gone to all the trouble, I loved it and was so impressed by the effort my mom and mother-in-law had put into the planning.
From playing the Baz Luhrman movie and soundtrack in the background, to feathers and pearls as decoration to guests choosing between wearing headbands, beads or a mustache, they covered all the details.
(that mirror was my nanny’s <3)
They stole my “Hello, Old Sport” sign from the nursery a few days before and I didn’t even notice! Ha!
And then this happened.
Yes, that’s my mother-in-law and my mom.
They had me don a headband and feather to fit in with the guests.
The cake and cupcakes were gorgeous:
My mom was pretty proud of herself for hand-glittering all those letters.
I am not a good cake cutter.
Check out that orb in the photo.
(and yes, that’s a photo of Holden crying in that wall calendar.)
Holdy even showed up at the end to join in the fun.
So I’m 37 weeks and I’m now stocked with adorable baby boy clothes and diapers. Let’s do this, little man!