hosting a shower? we’ve got a great goodie for a centerpiece that doubles as a gift: a diaper cake. yes, that is a cake made entirely out of diapers, baby bath products, some ribbon, and a lot of love.

what you’ll need:

70-80 small or medium diapers (all white), large bottle of baby lotion or baby powder, small bottle, pacifiers, etc., double-stick tape, a 16 inch round cardboard cake base (available at Michael’s or other craft stores), rubber bands, ribbon, silk or real flowers.

step 1
roll diapers one by one into neat rolls and secure tightly with a rubber band.

step 2
place large bottle of baby lotion, powder, or baby oil in center of your cardboard base.

step 3
surround the bottle with diapers so that the diapers are standing vertically. make a circle around the bottle and secure all the diapers with a rubber band. continue this step, moving outward, until you have a wide foundation and first layer for your cake.

step 4
continue with a second layer, just like the bottom layer, by circling the diapers around the baby lotion, which still should be peeking out of the bottom layer. secure diapers to the cardboard round and to the other layers with double stick tape. don’t use too much tape - the goal is for the recipient to actually use the diapers.

step 5
once you have two layers, add another smaller bottle (either feeding bottle or small bottle of baby powder) to the center to create another anchor for the top layer. repeat steps 3 & 4 until you have three layers. finally, wrap the ribbon around each layer and secure the ends with double-stick tape. we tucked slik ronunculas in the top of the cake, but you could even use real flowers. also, have fun adding special surprises like dropping a few pacifiers or teething rings in the top layer underneath the flowers!

your result is a cute, personalized gift that will be quite useful once the baby arrives!

“Beautiful linen crib sheets…100% organic cotton bumper…Ooh, click for alternate images.  Wow…”  Repeat after me: I will not look at nursery bedding online.  I will not look at nursery bedding online, while I am in my office and need to be working.  I will not look at nursery bedding online…and fantasize about my dream nursery…My dream nursery with Wedgewood blue colored walls, hand-painted animal silhouettes on the wall above the white wooden crib painted in lead-free paint, and the cozy eco-friendly glider strategically placed by the window…I will not do any of this…before I am even PREGNANT.

My name is Susan.  And I want a baby.

Let me back up.  I wonder if there are other women like me: young(ish), professional women who have always dreamed of having a family but have never actually been certain about when the right time would be to take that next step.   I always figured the steps would be fairly simple:  I’d have a stimulating, fulfilling career, marry a handsome, hard-working and compassionate man, and eventually we’d just know when the time was right to begin having a family.  (Side note:  I was raised and married in the Catholic church, so technically the time to begin having a family was right after the honeymoon, but that was never our plan.)

In this moment, I am more concerned about my own decision as a woman to know when the time is right to become a mom.  And I am beginning to think that, like other things in life, there is no predetermined “right time” —it just happens and you feel it and it’s right.  And I think that time might be now.  The signs are everywhere.  About a year ago, my doctor started gently nudging me as my 30^th birthday approached, hinting that I should really start thinking about starting a family.  I was aghast.  Was she joking?  I didn’t feel like I was in the right place professionally or financially to take on the responsibility of motherhood.  Then, she looked at me with her warm brown eyes and poker-face medical professional facial expression and said “Susan, it will never be the right time financially or professionally to have a baby.  You just have to go for it.  It will always mean sacrifice and it will always mean juggling priorities, but it will always be worth it.”  Her words stuck with me as I left her office, but it wasn’t until now, almost a year later, that I began to think that maybe I am starting to believe her.

The strangest thing now is that while my husband has been ready since about 2 months after we said our vows, I have been the hesitant one.  Because it is my career that will be most affected.  Because though I know he’ll be a wonderful, hands-on father, I also know that ultimately a bulk of the responsibility will fall to me.  I’ll have to figure out how much time I can take off work.  I’ll have to obsess over whether we let the baby cry it out.  I’ll have to decide what to feed him (or her!), etc.  There are just certain things I think always fall primarily on a mother’s shoulders.

So without a lot of forethought, suddenly, incredibly, I feel like Ally McBeal with that damned dancing baby…I am suddenly and completely obsessed with the idea of having a baby.  It started off gradually when I would notice myself becoming inappropriately overly enthusiastic when I’d learn that an acquaintance was expecting.  I’d want to know all the details – how long before they knew they were pregnant, what symptoms they were experiencing, were they going to find out the sex, what style did they want for the nursery décor, etc.  Then this excitement evolved into longer stares at strangers’ babies at the mall or in restaurants, detours at the book store to the maternity aisle, quick browses through informational sites like babycenter.com and thecradle.com.  Gradually, I started positioning myself to be spending more and more time with my friends who had babies and I was growing ever more inquisitive and bold with each visit.  When I stayed with a friend and her three month old for a week and I found myself pleading with her to let me change his diaper I knew something was going on…something that I hadn’t consciously thought about or something that I hadn’t really decided on, but it just happened.

Something awakened inside of me and I can’t put it to rest.

It manifests itself in the endless online searches for the perfect nursery bedding and the tireless research of how to chart my basal body temperature.  And while a lot of my desires to be a mom seem to present themselves through the urge to spend money on material items like baby clothes, bedding, books, etc.  what I really realize at the heart of everything is I just want a baby to snuggle.  Some little creature who will be a part of me and my husband, who I will care for and raise into (I hope!) a creative and compassionate human being.  When I dream of the perfect nursery it is only because I picture myself in it, rocking my little one to sleep, looking into his or her squinty eyes and hoping the kid knows just how loved and adored he or she really is.  And when I picture those walls it’s not because I am obsessed with home décor, but it’s because I love the idea of a home filled with busy toddlers and dogs, bustling with energy and intrigue and just generally full of life.

So here’s to the realization that maybe my life is about to change, if I am so blessed.  Maybe someday soon my online shopping sprees will shift from shoe sales at Saks.com to burp cloth sales at Babies R Us.  Either way, it feels good to acknowledge what is really going on and that somehow, slowly, I’ve been bitten by the bug…that pesky, persistent, want-to-be-a-mom bug. . .

Want to offer something special to the mom-to-be at her upcoming baby shower?  Something more than just a gift off the registry?  Here’s something that allows each guest the chance to give the mom-to-be, and baby, something personal and special.  A book of life lessons. 

Here’s how you can put this together.

step 1
You’ll need a journal, postcards, a glue stick, a pen, and the infinite wisdom of your friends & family.

step 2
Ask your shower guests to write life’s most valuable lessons on postcards and have them autograph each one. Use a glue stick to attach the postcards onto pages in the journal.  Invite family and friends to add to the life lessons book over the years. Before you know it your baby will have it’s very own life manual written by the ones who love your baby most.

Now that Santa is on my resume, I’ve become the consummate purveyor of kiddy gifts both great and small.

Okay, maybe the whole Santa schtick is just my excuse to indulge in all things cute and cuter.  To give myself a baby gift every once and a while.

I mean, who can resist a light pink toggle coat in size 18 months? Or a pair of sparkly princess shoes accompanied by an adorable little voice uttering “peeeeease” without prompting? Judging from my dining room gone playroom, “Not I,” said the little pushover mommy.

But I’m not the only one responsible for this overabundance of large plastic objects and tiny precious keepsakes. My friends have been overly generous from day one. Helping me get through the new mommy mayhem with grace and designer burp cloths.

They’ve also given me their infinite pearls of mommy wisdom. The fact that cashmere for their first Christmas might be a bit impractical,but man is it cute. That my 8 pound, 6 ounce tiny tot requires 800 pounds and 6 ounces of stuff. And that mammary glands are averse to stress, so a weekly mani/pedi gift to myself is essential to my baby’s well-being.

Then there’s my mom who has the same weakness that I do for all things precious, including my two girls. And with a more lenient budget to boot, she indulges in everything hand smocked, hand knit and hand wash only. Thus, ensuring that my children are eternally well-dressed. And that I’m eternally doing laundry.

But I have to say, my favorite baby gifts are the ones I’ve received from my babies. The grape popsicle stain I discover on my shirt that gets me out of a bad client meeting funk. The masterpiece my oldest daughter paints on her little sister. The pure, unadulterated joy a “girls versus boy” pillow fight brings not only to them, but to me as well.

Come to think of it, this whole Santa gig is by far the best job I’ve ever had. But whether it’s better to give than to receive, the jury’s still out on that one.

My name is Holly. I’m a Twilite Moon Mom.

If you want to have a quick laugh, check out this video on YouTube.

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