B-B-Baby Showers, Christenings, and the Circus, Oh My!

It's been crazy-busy the past few weeks, and mostly I've been spending time scrabbling about like a mad woman, pulling all-nighters like nobody's business. Dawn has become my signal to go to bed, and as much as I hate getting up at noon with a splitting headache, there are some things worth kicking your own ass over.

Still, in this time of hectic abandon, one must not forget to spend time with one's family. One of my cousins flew home from the US to have her little baby christened on Filipino soil. Ahh, yes. Wonderful news, isn't it?

Not actual baby.

Since the little tot is half-American (and a quarter Chinese, and a quarter Filipino), I'm assuming it will have skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and, well, eyes like Kristin Kreuk. Can't wait to see it.

Still with the combination baby shower and christening coming up (she lives in the US so we're doing it all in one go), I am left to wonder what kind of presents are appropriate. I fired up Tiny Tot Lot (babies-for-newbies, yo) and made a list of possible things to give the little tyke:

Newborn Checklist:
1) Baby Food: Apple-Carrot mush
2) Baby Food: Turkey-and-Ham mush
3) Baby Food: Steak-and-Peas mush

...I stopped here because it was getting awfully repetitive, and also because mother rang to remind me that the newborn was, in fact, no longer a newborn. :( Given my cousin's busy life as a traveling vulcanologist, this was the earliest time she could get back to Manila and get her baby christened. Make no mistake, though-- the baby could no longer be classified as a newborn, and was now, in fact, an actual baby.

Gee, thanks mom. Late information, much? So anyway, I got around to making my new TTL list, this time with a different title and more toys. (After all, babies can actually play with toys now! Yay!)

Baby Checklist:
1) Plastic spoon for eating mush
2) Baby's First Pooh Bear
3) Baby's First Elmo Plush Toy
4) A Baby Blanket with My Face Printed On It
5) A Baby Bib with My Face Printed On It

...I was halfway down the list when I realized that I was actually making a list of things that I'd like to give myself. Uh-oh. I sat in the corner and cried for a little bit, hoping for a brilliant epiphany.

Ring, ring.

Mother again, this time telling me that I didn't actually have to bring a gift, and to just make sure I was presentable and didn't say anything too embarrassing on Saturday. Boo.

Now I have to cancel those Gift Certificates from Dominatrix-R-Us.


Note: There are no actual circuses in this post.