
Last weekend, we had a shower for Erin and Baby Sophie at Brenda's house where - oddly enough - the cassata cake developed a baby bump before our very eyes! Talk about a theme party.

And the baby socks? I rolled 'em up into tiny little sock roses. Didn't they turn out cute up there on that package? And talk about cinchy to make. I hope Erin likes 'em.
Frankly, I hope they buy me some brownie points which I can turn in to extra time with Baby Sophie when she gets here.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
When it comes to vying for Baby Time, I'm shameless.
Totally. Unabashedly. Shameless.