In all of the packing for the Big Move, I ran across these treasures on the top shelf of an often-neglected kitchen cabinet. This was the kind of cabinet where you shove sippy cups and find them 23 years after your children have graduated to cups without lids and miscellaneous water bottles from tennis events with the logos of local businesses printed on the side. When we were expecting No. 1, living as people with not much money in New Jersey surrounded by people who had plenty of extra to spend, a friend hosted a baby shower for me. It was a surprise, and I was seven or eight months along, I remember because I had finally finished vomiting, and people were relieved to be able to acknowledge the good parts of expecting babies. I got things I would need, like a stroller, a carrier, onesies and diapers, and then I got not just one but two sets of Peter Rabbit dishes, identical sets. I would have never spent my own money on such a thing at the time, but I was grateful for the luxu