due date party

I got carried away.

As Skittle was discharged before his due date it meant we were home and could celebrate. I wanted to celebrate in a kind of low-key, just the 3 of us, make it special kind of way. Then we decided as hubby was off for a few days we'd go and stay with my parents and we could celebrate with them, make a cake, light a candle - that sort of thing. Then the grandparents got involved, they wanted to see us, I really didn't want to end up driving around doing lots of visits so we invited them all over and suddenly we were having a family party with 12 people!

I got even more carried away.

I decided I wanted to be the one that made him a cake. So off to pinterest I went looking for lovely baby cakes. Got fixated on this one and set about trying hard to replicate it. It by no means looks anything like as professional as the one in the picture but it does at least resemble Winnie the Pooh and Piglet and for my first icing creation I thought it wasn't bad, even if I do say so myself. Once I'd got obsessed with Winnie the Pooh, that's it,  I was off. I made everyone a little invitation, bees out of icing, table decorations, bunting with Skittle's pictures of his development so far, even a welcome sign. Honestly!



We had a lovely time. It was overwhelming though. I was exhausted at the end of it and they only stayed for and hour and a half. But it was so special and I so wanted to celebrate him.



I have to admit, I sort of wish we had just been more low-key. I really struggled. I wanted to love every minute but it was a bit much for my fragile social skills to handle. Why did I do it I hear you ask? Partly because I'm convinced something terrible is going to happen and I'm going to lose him and not have a birthday party so I wanted to get one in just in case. Irrational, irrational fears. And partly because I felt deprived of a baby shower pre-birth and wanted to make up for it.



Grandma made scones. I love her baking. Maybe while I'm on maternity leave I could learn how to bake more than a packet mix cupcake (the Winnie-the-Pooh cake may have looked ok but boy did it taste bland and feel dry). My little sister made a baby cake. And clearly hubby and I decided blue was the colour of the day and accidentally wore co-ordinating clothing. Slightly cheesy? I think so. But hey I like photos of the 3 of us so I'll be ok with it.



We had 4 generations - 3 Great Grandmothers, 1 Great Grandfather, 2 Grandmothers, 1 Grandfather, 1 Step-Grandfather and 2 Aunties. The Grandmas had a big discussion about who was the most Grandma-ish. My Grandma won with 9 Grandchildren and 2 Great-Grandchildren. And now I have to stop before I write the word 'Grand' again.

And Skittle? Well he wore his little Roo suit in keeping with the occasion and mostly slept right through it snuggled up in the sling.