Somebody needed a shower...

True confession time -

I'm not real keen on going to baby showers. My kids are grown and while I celebrate a newborn babe or even twins, showers are not my type of party as they generally don't involve a television or shooting pool. I did accompanied Mrs. WonderDawg to one at a church for a youth pastor. Youth pastors and generally most people like to make babies when insurance coverage and a steady salary are for certain. Just my general observation.

Anyway, baby showers generally run a 10 to 1 ratio of guys to girls. The guys are there to provide transportation and sitting outside in a car alone or saying I'll be back in an hour are not acceptable manners. However, I proud of the fact that I can sense a guy's baby shower limitation and be the first guy to rise and say it's been fun. The greatest compliment I ever received at a baby shower while leading an exit of men was, "Kerry, thanks for your leadership!". A fond memory indeed.

Times have certainly changed from twenty six years ago. Today I went to a baby shower for a dude.

No kidding.

Today I went to a baby shower for a dude.

Thing is we didn't know his wife, but since dude was a blogger, all of the baby shower protocol was tossed out of the window. Turned out to be a great time, filled with good conversations over Mothership BBQ.

I didn't take a lot of photos especially of pregnant woman present and others dieting...

But I like this photo of the proud Poppa with the glowing loins: (his pregnant wife is to the right - cropped out)



Buddy, I celebrate you!

The orgin of the Bodacious Blogger Baby Blowout

The Proud Poppa Sarcasto humbled by it all !