Last Sunday, our dear friends Nazly, Meredith, Steve, Catherine, and Keith threw a baby shower for the Twinkies. And my sister, Lisa, surprised all of us by flying out our Mom from Chicago for the event. I must be hormonal because I got all weepy when I saw her. The day was wonderful with family and friends helping us welcome the babies into the world.
Of course, if the Twinkies spend too much time with Nazly, they will be fat, fat, fat! Food everywhere. Thankfully, Meredith convinced Nazly to scale back a "bit". (Don't underestimate what that took until after you've tried telling a Persian woman what to do. Jeff and I gave up a long time ago and are just happy to be along for the ride.) Even then, there was enough food to feed a small army. And she made our favorite: "crunchy rice" with lamb (called "tadig" but I prefer "crunchy rice"). Think what happens when you cook rice in a tub of butter. It's more like cooking butter after whispering "rice" over the top. Yum! Nazly should really have a cooking show of her own (although Catherine could give her a run for her money).
After everyone's tremendous generosity, the babies are well provisioned. And, seriously, could baby clothes be more cute? Yes, I'm gay ... and apparently becoming more so every time I some new baby item. Either that or I'm just becoming more and more maternal. We always thought that Jeff A was the maternal one (in fact, we used to say that he was so maternal that he was really just a giant breast). But now it seems that I am becoming the maternal one. On the other hand, he still loves "baby smell" more than anyone else I've ever met (yeah, just wait until after he's changed his 10,000th diaper and let's see how much he likes baby smell).