Baby Showers

Daddy took me to the park Saturday because Mommy was having a "baby shower" for the lady across the street with the really big belly. I wanted to stay, because I love to "take a showa". I sometimes get them in the morning after my diaper change. I can usually tell I'm going to get one when Mommy makes that face like she just ate something yucky, and then pulls my onesie off down over my legs instead of over my head. That usually means shower time. But I didn't mind going to the park with Daddy. We rode thse two little slides that are side by side, and I would climb the ladder all by myself. Then I would wait and say "Daddy's turn" and he would climb too and we would ride down beside each other. Then I would say "again" and we would do it all over. Daddy seemed to slow down after the 15th or 16th time.