Stop!....Shower Time...

Margaret had her baby shower yesterday. It was thrown by her sister at her house in Awendaw, and plenty of female friends and family showed up for the occasion. In the words of one of her co-workers, "Margaret really raked it in." I could be wrong on this, but I think that for about the first year of his life the Bean won't have to wear the same outfit twice. My sister from Boston, who wants to have a baby herself, basically sent the entire contents of a Babies R Us to us in the mail. I told her to put the credit card down and step away slowly, but in all seriousness friends and family have been very, very generous to us.
My Dad was involved in an apparently nasty auto accident on Saturday. He was going through an intersection downtown when another car ran the light and T-boned his SUV. The collision was enough to actually flip my Dad's vehicle on its side. Some witnesses helped him climb out of the car, and so far it appears that he escaped with barely a scratch. We went down to see him this evening, and he looked fine. He did go to the ER to get checked out, and he has a regular doctor's appointment tomorrow. After his recent fight with cancer that cost him half a lung, it appears that the guy has nine lives. We all sat down in the living room to talk, and Dad and his wife Sheila gave us their shower gift. Sheila had been planning to go, but then the accident happened and she thought it better to stay home with Dad. Can't say as I can blame her. So we're talking and all of a sudden I get an idea. "Is he moving?" I ask my wife. "A little bit," she says. "Would you mind letting them feel?" I ask. "Sure," she says. Thanksfully my wife is not squeamish about people touching the baby stomach. "You wanna feel the baby move?" I asked the folks. I wish I could have taken a picture of the look on Dad's face. He all but jumped out of his chair to get over to place his hand on her belly. The above photo is my Dad feeling his unborn grandson kick. Great stuff...