Jason opened the door last night to a good friend of ours who was bringing over a late baby gift. We welcomed her in, showed her around, let her see our sleeping son all snuggled in his blanket, chewed the fat.
She gave us a beautifully-wrapped box.
On the top of the box was a small sachet of Pee Pee Tee Pees. Totally awesome.
In the box was a wipe warmer. The EXACT wipe warmer we have.
There are moments where you must make a split-second decision about how you'll react. I was, of course, completely touched by the gift. I was also feeling stupid because I clearly had not updated my registry, thinking we wouldn't be getting any more gifts after I had my baby shower. I was also thinking another wipe warmer would be extremely useful over at my dad's place. I was ALSO wondering which one of these many sentiments I should display in front of our friend, as she was eagerly watching my reaction as I opened the box.
That's just too much thinking for me, kids. My brain completely short-circuited.
"Oh, we LUVVVV it!" I cooed. "Aidan won't have to deal with cold wipes anymore!"
There were smiles. There was more conversation. And then Jason did it:
"Oh, you have to see the nursery. It looks so great."
And so we traipsed off to Aidan's room. And after we all admired the wall colors, the adorable crib set, the bear-themed blanket over the matching glider, we saw the existing wipe warmer. And smiles faded.
Sigh.
And tons of excuses followed. Because really, we were excited about the second warmer, but do you really want to announce at the gift opening that, oh, sorry, already have this? No, of course not. But now it looked like we had totally lied. And suddenly our friend announced that she REAALLY should get going, and bye thanks for the gift, and she ran out the door.
Le sigh.
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