Or don't. You know, whatever.
Well no, let's go with don't. That'd be weird. Not to mention slightly misgiving seeing as how it's not me gettin ready to birth a small creature any day.
It's her.
(And yeah, I said creature.)
She's my besticle. Isn't she illegal? Like honestly...you had to go and be hot? Get outta here. There are cute pregnant chicks, and beautiful ones, and sassy ones, but HOT??? High five sister. High freakin five.
So being the ever crazy talented pool of people we are (?) - Dellany, Kira, and I threw Talisia a shower. A BABY shower. One with food. You betcha. And gifts. Lots of adorable, pregnant person gifts. It went pretty well I must say. I'm not gonna lie and say it went smoothly. Cuz homygosh. There might have been a few hiccups. But I refuse to even bring up what happened with the invitations. It was horrible, and embarrassing, and I don't want to talk about it...
So I realized I forgot to MENTION on the invitation that dinner will be served at the shower, and to please come hungry. Minor detail....(or not, but much more minor than the fact that I had half the invitations sealed and ready to go without the bloody time to show up on them) AND, it was brought to my attention that while some of the people got their invites in plenty of time, some were JUST BARELY getting them the day before the shower....mm hmm. Yeah. Apparently my handwriting is not legible enough for the mail man....(literally it said that) Mind you, I had already emailed everyone over a month before just to prepare the lost souls. BUT STILL. So I sent out another email apologizing for the crazy that was going down, and also to make sure people were still coming ( and then politely informed them that if they weren't, of course the punishment for this was DEATH)
But it's cool. It was totally cool guys. I mean, I made soup. So....
I don't know if you heard, but I. MADE. SOUP.
Made it.
Kidding. I totally bought it from Costco and pretended that I made it. Seriously though, I told people that. Said I got the recipe from my step mom. (I did infact get a recipe from my step mom, but there was chopping involved, like real live chopping of things- for soup. So...nope.)








Okay that was a little much. I really only had 1 panic attack, not 2.






Hannah, Shelby, and Kira
Haley and Noah. There were babies there. Lots of babies.
Noah trying out Beckham's beanie that Tara made him. So cute!
Tara holding Tori's baby girl Sadie.


And never played games. It's how I roll.

We might have been a little delirious in the end. We just aren't cut out for adulthood and all it has to offer:
Parties. Babies. INVITATIONS....soup. But you know, we had fun. And I learned something really valuable that I think I will take with me wherever life leads me, passing it on for all generations to come. It is not wise to drive on the freeway with a full crockpot of tomato soup in your passenger seat. It's just not.
Talisia, we really couldn't be more excited for you. You're having a BABY!!!!!
Yay for babies!!! (and really awesome footwear)