baby shower

when we were on our way home from church this morning mom told me we were having a baby shower this afternoon. I like getting in the bath with dad, but I've watched him in the shower and the water goes everywhere - on his head, in his eyes, all over him. I didn't like that idea at all :( I expressed my displeasure at the thought of a baby shower by screaming with all my might for an hour, in order to prevent mom having lunch, and otherwise getting ready to go.

mom called in reinforcements (dad), and despite my best efforts (like needing my diaper changed again at the last moment) mom took me out anyway, even though I was still screaming.

as it happens there wasn't any sign of water at all, just more admiring females (I'm beginning to notice a certain pattern in my life ?:), lots of yummy things for mom to eat and an absolute mountain of presents. mom enjoyed opening all the parcels, but apparently I have to write the thank you letters again, and I haven't finished the last ones yet. good job I didn't take on dad's old job. how does anyone find time to go out to work?

[ed: does anyone else have the frightening thought that Joel may have prematurely transmogrified into Calvin (and Hobbes) - or is that just us? signed: joel's mom and dad]