Showered!

We have been well blessed on the baby stuff front thanks to our amazing friends and family. Xander's sister, Elena, saved all of our nephew's baby stuff for us. Thanks to her, we have sheets and towels and boy clothes galore. Our friend Dana has kept many of her daughter's things for us, too. While we were out in Colorado, our awesome cousins threw us a baby shower with the family. We came home with more clothes and towels and baby wash and a nifty snack ball, all of which has finally made it into the wash. Well, not the snack ball.


Then, our amazing Montreal pals threw us a surprise shower here. And what a surprise it was! I was stunned. The most amusing part is that two of these friends are pregnant and in all likelihood "due" before I am.

Here's what happened. Xander and I enjoy playing a card game called Munchkin, and so do many of our friends. A couple of weeks ago, our friend Bret sent out a casual-sounding email suggesting that we come over to their place on Saturday for an epic game of Munchkin. I was the first to respond, very enthusiastically I might add. Saturday rolled around, and I told Xander I wanted to leave early to get some of that magic plastic stuff for our windows (highly recommended for you Northerners), so we decided to go to Canadian Tire before heading to our friends' place. While in the metro, we ran into our friend Rachael. I asked her what she was up to, and she responded in a bizarrely general way by saying, "Oh, I'm just going downtown." I remember thinking it was strange that she didn't give a specific answer, but just figured it was personal and I should mind my own business. After a few stops on the metro with us, she suddenly exclaimed that she was on the wrong train, that she meant to take the orange line, and she darted off. Weird, since she's lived here as long as we have. Anyway, we go to Canadian Tire, then start making our way back to Bret and Robin's place. Xander seems a little nervous that we're going to be late and comments several times that we should call to let them know. And I was like, "Please! It's only 15 minutes. I mean, they probably don't expect that we'll show up right at 2:00 anyway." Little did I know.

We walked through the door, and I didn't even bother to look up to see who was there. Robin looks at me and goes, "Surprise!" And for a second I was like, "Surprise what? Surprise you're here? Surprise we're playing Munchkin?" (I'm told my facial expression actually looked angry, but really I was just confused.) And then I noticed the crowd. All of our friends were there, including Rachael whom we'd just run into on the metro. Surprise baby shower! Good times. Robin made a very cool cake, she and Lindsey constructed a handy "diaper cake" loaded with diapering supplies, and Bret even bought some Beligan beer. (Belgian beer at a baby shower! Yea for adoption!) We got some adorable stuff, including some very cool stuffed animals and clothes, lotion and baby wash, a boat load of diapers, and gift certificates so that we can buy the cloth diapers we're planning to use around the house. Internetland, we are set.








All we need now are baby carriers, a fancy-schmancy double stroller, and a changing pad, all of which we can acquire online some Saturday morning while still in our pajamas. Is that awesome or what?

So in conclusion, our friends are better than your friends.

P.S. Special thanks to Pete and Robin for taking much better photos than we did.