I don’t think I do this nearly enough, but this posting is a complimentary posting of Greg going above and beyond his good boyfriend duties this past week:

• He has accompanied me to two ballets in less than a week which is two more than he would normally attend…well, ever.
• He picked up a bottle of expensive liquor for me when I wasn’t able to get to the store in time.
• Last Friday evening and the following Saturday morning, he let me put him to work, helping me prepare for a baby shower for my cousin. As soon as the first guests started to arrive, he darted off as far as he could get.

Even more, before last Friday Greg helped me come up with baby shower activities and games. (On a side note, shower games, I have determined, are kind of silly. I think they were fine entertainment back in the days when showers first came about, but I didn’t want to play any of the baby shower games listed on the internet that involved blindfolding your guests.)

One game Greg and I were discussing for the shower was a “draw a picture of what mommy’s baby will look like” activity. Greg, however, suggested that the more interesting game would be “draw how baby was conceived.” He thought it would be fun to see what positions people come up with. Oh so appropriate for a family event. My eyes, my eyes.

So, for reference, Greg the party preparing worker bee, good.

Greg coming up with party activities, bad.