I almost don't recognize the Woodside.
The "garland," a sweet clothesline of onesies for Mama-to-be to take home (full disclosure: Wal Mart, only $3.50 for all three!):
The food, healthy snacks and richer fare, with sandwiches cut into fourths and then skewered for presentation and tidiness purposes (how amazing is the china my grandmother gave me?):
Pretty little orzo salads, all in a row (some of my vegetarian guests don't eat fish, so I omitted the shrimp, but it stood on its own quite nicely and was one of the favorite menu items):
Favors—no one knew what craziness lurked inside (I love the blown-out window light in this one):
LSis had quite a haul:
including a kangaroo JLB lovingly toted all the way from Australia for baby Stella:
Someone brought a baby to a baby shower, which, in the case of this particular baby, was downright genius:
My paper chain:
I think MW really captured this beautifully, especially the texture of the metal tile:
and somehow managed to make my handwriting look legible:
but this is maybe my favorite—with its visible staples and 4-year-old construction methods, it still manages to look exactly like what it was, which was earnest effort:
And so completely worth it.
All photos courtesy of MW, photo prodigy of unparalleled talent. We regret to inform her that she's probably not going to stop hearing "Will you take pictures?" anytime soon.