A few weeks ago (the weekend after our Hawaiian babymoon, in fact), Andy and I traveled back to Kentucky for my baby shower. It was a quick trip (we spent just 60 hours in Owensboro!) but just long enough to see everyone and celebrate Baby Cummins. My sisters threw me a Chick-fil-A themed baby shower, which I absolutely loved.
A little bit of the backstory (other than CFA is amazing): after my first ultrasound appointment, I sent my family a photo of Andy and me holding the ultrasound photo. In my text, I mentioned that we got to see “our little nugget” for the first time. From that moment on, my sisters (especially Auntie Brandi!) have referred to Baby C as “Baby Nugget,” “Little Nugget,” “Chicken Nugget” or some combination of the above. When it came time to plan the baby shower, we were stuck on a theme! We don’t know if Baby C is a boy or a girl and since we will PCS when Baby is 6 months old, we’re not planning to decorate a nursery, which made settling on a shower theme nearly impossible. Brandi’s husband Aaron eventually suggested a Chick-fil-A theme… and the rest is history!
(The adorable cookies were made by The Hollow Cookie Jar!)
My sweet sisters truly went above and beyond with this shower, especially knowing that so few people would be there to enjoy their handiwork. I’ll be honest: it was a bit heartbreaking that only 6 people attended out of the dozens we invited (I cried for days before and after the event), but unfortunately, that’s just a side effect of military life. I haven’t lived in Owensboro in 3 years, Andy’s family all lives out of state, and except for a few childhood and college friends that have stuck around the Bluegrass state, most of my friends are either at our current duty station in Iowa or have moved on to new locales.
That being said, I’m incredibly grateful for those who took the time from their busy schedules to celebrate with us. A dear friend who was stationed with us at Fort Knox drove up from Redstone Arsenal in Alabama to celebrate Baby C… (My mom asked me why in the world someone would drive 4 hours each way for a friend’s baby shower — because in Army life, your friends become family.)
A friend from college came in from out-of-town to share their motherhood wisdom with me, and another friend from college met me for lunch the day before since she was unable to attend the shower (it is such a sweet season of life, transitioning into motherhood with my college friends!)…
A friend whom I’ve known since 5th grade(!!!)…
A friend of my mom’s who helped her take care of us when my sisters and I were babies came to celebrate my baby…
But, by far, the sweetest moment of the shower was two of my Papaw’s sisters, my great-aunts, attending the celebration. Hearing them talk about how excited Papaw would be to celebrate his great-grandchild warmed my heart, and being able to tell them in-person that our “boy name” honors Papaw was a moment I’ll never forget.
Speaking of grandparents, having my own Mamaw attend the shower was a blessing. Her health has worsened since my last visit in March, so we are all incredibly grateful that she is still here to see her first great-grandchild. As she said when I told her I was expecting, “I never thought I’d be a great-grandma!… I thought you weren’t planning to have kids for a few more years?” Me either, Mamaw 😉 With my own mom claiming Mamaw as her “grandparent name,” we’ve settled on having Baby C refer to my Mamaw as “Great-Mamaw.”
I am a very expressive person and have no poker face, which can be a downfall sometimes but makes for some amusing photos during the gift-opening!
The story behind this painting: When my sisters and I were born at 32 weeks and spent 40 days in the hospital, the Shriners helped my family financially. To thank them for their assistance, my Papaw bought this limited-edition painting during a Shriners fundraiser. It hung in our nursery and eventually the upstairs hallway. As a child, my sisters and I thought the clowns were scary– even now, I still don’t like them! When I went to unwrap a present that said it was from my Papaw, I knew exactly what it was: this creepy clown painting! My sisters are relieved that I was gifted the clown painting and not them. Will I keep this painting? Certainly. Will I display it in Baby Cummins’ nursery? Nope. #SorryNotSorry
Now, this is a gift from my Papaw that I loved 😉 When we were about 2 or 3, he bought my sisters and me our own little rocking chairs. I loved rocking on the front porch with him; to this day, I insist that Andy and my “forever house” have a front porch where we can sit in rocking chairs and watch our children and grandchildren play outside. Unbeknownst to me, my mom saved our rocking chairs to give to our children someday. (In the above photo, I’m holding a picture of my sisters and me as toddlers in our rocking chairs!)
In case you were wondering what the daddy-to-be was up to during the baby shower, he and my brothers-in-law loaded some furniture from my Mamaw’s house into our truck for us to take back to Iowa. They were paid in the form of leftover Chick-fil-A nuggets, so they were happy 😉
My baby shower was such a special afternoon, and I’m so thankful to my sisters for hosting and those who attended!