I have known Anne since the days way back in college when we were young, underage, and were mired deep in the world of chromateks and kerning.
She and her husband John are expecting their first at the beginning of December, so we decided it was high time for a shower. Everyone attending, however, clearly thought it was time for a bath. We only had eleven people in attendence, yet four of those arrived with the same baby bathtub. I love Target, but why stores in two major metropolitan cities cannot figure out how to check the “fulfilled” box is beyond me.
Bathtub duplication aside, it’s always a great when we all have an excuse to get together, especially when it’s a happy occasion. By the end of the party, husbands and kids were crowded in the room, and I managed to take a few moments to capture a few quick pix of babies who clearly used their mothers as surrogates, since they’re both carbon copies of their fathers.
(In case you were wondering, the wine is for after the baby is born.)