If there is one thing I feel totally comfortable flaunting, it is the fact that I have the most amazing friends on earth. Around this time last year, a handful of them got together to throw not one, but TWO incredible baby showers to herald Seabass’ arrival. They were, quite simply, the best baby showers ever. PERIOD.
SHOWER NUMERO UNO:
Hosted by my dear friends Jenny and Elly, both of whom have incredible taste and backgrounds in event planning for wineries and non-profits.
The gorgeousness of this event all kicked off with a killer invitation. It was a small box delivered to each guest containing a live plant with a tag attached that read: “In celebration of the growing Lewis family.” I don’t know how Elly got UPS to accept these plants as legitimate mail items. She must have shown some leg or something.
Those girls – they are so clever. The shower was held at an orchid nursery and had this cozy, rustic, homespun-yet-hip vibe to it. Jenny is a foodie extraordinaire, so the food was brilliant: brioche, salads, a cheese board, pomegranate punch, and – made special for the pregnant girl – chocolate-covered bacon. Yum.
Seated at a long table, surrounded by some of my dearest friends, delicious food, copious gifts, and rare tropical flowers, I felt extraordinarily loved and honored.
SHOWER NUMERO DOS:
Hosted by my precious friends Brigitte, Valerie, and Summer, who owns a brilliant event business called Hostess du Jour.
Also helping to throw this great party was my beautiful mom, aka Oma. Here she is with my mother-in-law, Grandma Lewis. Nana (great grandma) is in the background.
This shower’s theme was “It’s raining, it’s pouring, a new Lewis we’re adoring!” so there were umbrellas on and around everything, from the invitation to the drinks.
The party was held at Brigitte’s Mediterranean-style home, one of my favorite in the whole world. Ramping up for the hatch of a wild Seabass in such gorgeous digs was a real treat.
Cupcakes came in two flavors: a Ding-Dong inspired Hostess-like cupcake and a chocolate cake with strawberry jam inside, ordered from Amy Bakes Cupcakes. (Ha ha, I said Ding-Dong.)
The attention to detail at this party was phenomenal. Summer is a whiz when it comes to this sort of thing. One favorite part of the shower was how she arranged the gifts on a table once they’d been opened for everyone to see. It was like a little boutique.
Another thoughtful detail was a book Summer created with our pregnancy photos as a memory book for Seabass. Guests wrote prayers, words of encouragement, and blessings on our little guy in anticipation of his entrance to Planet Earth.
My heart still flutters when I think about this shower. Again, I felt like royalty surrounded by such beauty and friendship.
Thank you, again, to my amazing friends: Summer, Valerie, Brigitte, Jenny, Elly, and of course, Oma. You really know how to welcome a new little one. Cheers!
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
I keep having these moments of reflection, where I think back to where Jason and I were a year ago. Next weekend is the anniversary of our baby shower, and it feels like it happened just last month. I wish I could post pictures, because our shower might rival yours. Ours was a bit more untraditional, which is more my style. My two best friends held a couples shower at Per Bacco’s tasting/barrel room. Wine was flowing (I had fancy waters), and the food was simple with tasty bites from Eclaire Bakery. There were no games, no opening of gifts, just good friends and family spending the afternoon together, all while orbiting around my belly.
I like how showers are turning into more of celebrations vs. the uncomfortable “baby shower” where people are trying to catch you saying baby or having to guess what gross food product is on the diaper.
…what? no toilet paper with which to estimate the size of your belly? You know not what you missed.
Beautiful. I am envious. But I do have several of the same friends. 😉
And you could hardly wait until the little one was outside the belly.