The Other Question?

by HeRoos

So the question is Girl or Boy? That is the question my mother-in-law was dying to know. Unfortunately she and my father-in-law were out of town and we (ok I) didn’t want to tell them over the phone. We wanted to try to come up with something somewhat creative since this is our first child and when we announce children number two, three, four, five, and six they will be like, yawn (j/k). Plus my mother-in-law is similar to my wife in that they hate waiting for a surprise when they know one is coming so I get a descent amount of pleasure teasing them. We had a week before they got back from their trip so of course we procrastinated until we were driving up to see them and the gang from the HalHouse. We were in a time crunch so the best we came up with was to buy about 300 small pieces of blue and pink candy. The idea was to make them count each piece and whatever color there was more of would tell them what we were having.

The problem is that it is hard to count 300 pieces of candy while your driving, especially when being one off can throw off the whole thing. So after the 5th time of counting and getting a different number each time, along with getting a little nauseous from SheRoos' driving (another subject for later) we decided to just throw them all together and we added some extra candies of the wrong color to mess with their heads. So we watched them take the time to count out all the candy and when they announced that they had finished with what they thought was the answer we broke it to them that we had really gotten tired of counting so having them take the time to count was really just for our amusement and that the real answer was that we are having a…

BOY. So we will be having a little Ricky running around the house in March...well I guess at that point he will just be crying, drooling, sleeping, and waking mommy (and only mommy) up in the middle of the night for a feeding. So we of course are way excited! SheRoos loves baby clothes and now she can finally buy some for her own baby. Now I just need to convince SheRoos that her sewing room, that she likes to decorate, is a much better place for a baby room then my conveniently located office across from our bedroom!