So you got invited to a diaper shower huh? If you’re not a female over the age of 25 you probably don’t know what the heck a diaper shower is. And that’s ok! My husband finally just kept calling it, “that thing you’re going to.” So let me explain. Not to make you feel stupid but diaper showers are pretty much exactly what they sound like; you shower a person with diapers. The reason it’s not a baby shower is most likely because someone else is already throwing one of those for the mom-to-be so they’re diversifying or it’s not their first child and have the baby necessities. So, there goes the element of surprise with, “what could this gift be!?” If we can’t have that, why not have, “OMG! How cute!” Yes, that can be the reaction with diapers and wipes, I assure you 🙂
If you ever stop by our house, no matter the occasion, my husband will most likely give you a big hug, drag the puppies to the backyard so they don’t trample you, fix you a drink and then do his favorite thing – take you on a tour. It’s so sweet to hear him explain all the details of what I’ve done and fun to hear the pride beaming in his voice as he says, “we found this at an antique store.” – Oh ya, best husband ever. He loves the great finds almost as much as I do! – So, I’ve taken a cue from my hubby the past couple weeks and have been leading my Instagram family on a tour of my home (sorry, no drinks!). This was never meant to be a blog post but as I took these pictures day after day and told the stories of whats created this house I realized there was so much more to share than what I was able to post in fleeting Instagram moments. So, here are my favorite Instagram moments including all the details. Hope you enjoy this house we have made into our home – we sure do!
There’s no denying it – I am at the age where most friends are either getting married or having babies – AND I LOVE IT. We just welcomed our sweet baby girl this past September (how is she so old already!?) and did something a little unusual: we didn’t find out what we were having. I’ll admit it was hard to wrap my head around at first but once we made the decision to not find out, I settled in quite nicely. I loved answering with, “a baby,” when people asked what I was having and referring to my growing bump as “Baby T” (referencing our last name).