it's raining babies

I'm making a goal to write in this blog more, even if no one reads it. So here goes :)
This weekend I threw a baby shower. And it was AWESOME. Sage, Brooke, and I went to Walmart Friday night and bought a bunch of stuff for it. We definitely wandered around for like an hour and a half looking for everything, but it worked out.
So. Saturday morning comes. Sage comes over at nine and we start to prepare things while Dani so graciously makes us pancakes. I chop celery LIKE A PRO and they all end up in beautifully sliced and perfectly sized celery sticks. Then I attempt carrots. First cut into the carrot-BAM. There goes my left pointer finger. Not literally. I just nicked it. After I get all cleaned up, we finish chopping and set everything out.
For the fruit we decided to do fruit skewers instead of having a big bowl with everything combined. Why? Because when you have a big bowl with everything combined everyone takes the strawberries and pineapple first and then you're left with a bowl of old grapes. So I pick up the first skewer with a clear picture of how this is going to go: It's going to slide gracefully on and look artistic when the rest of the fruit is on. I pick up a chunk of pineapple and impale it with the end of the stick. It gets stuck. I push harder and instead of gracefully sliding on like I envisioned, the top of the stick splintered, stabbing me in the right pointer finger.
So far, baby shower 2, Katy 0. Tim decides to play the man and comes over to get this freaking long splinter out of my finger. I hold my breath and look away. "oh. oh. i almost. shit. yeah i just broke the end off." This is what I hear. I look at my finger and, indeed, he just broke the end off. There's still a quarter inch of wood inside my finger. Sage came to my rescue and pulled out some tweezers and got the rest out, but not without shooting some scathing comments to Tim about how inadequate he'll be as a father.
We finished prepping and people started arriving. Everyone pigged out (seriously, the before and after pictures of the food table are ridiculous) and then we started games. The girls all had to guess the kind of baby food for one game. Another had to guess how big around Dani's belly was. The next Brooke and I teamed up to win the three-armed diaper races. We did it tournament style, and won multiple rounds to claim our prize, narrowly beating out Amanda and her partner after we had just tied.
I just like winning, so I was all over that.
It lasted a couple hours and ended up being super fun.
I'll write about the rest of the weekend tomorrow night. :)