He called it from the very beginning, but who's going to believe a 3-year-old? Our sixth grandchild will arrive this summer, and, as the big brother predicted, it's a girl!
When anyone would ask Hank, the grandson who isn't a bit shy about being vocal, whether he wanted the baby to be a boy or a girl, he never hesitated in his answer. Before the ultra sound, before the reveal party, Hank was convinced he was going to have a little sister and he's already letting everyone know he is going to be her protector, just like Captain America.
Wanting to be surprised with everyone else, they had the technician give the gender results to Papa, again. Last time around he was the one who planned the reveal and I really thought it should be my turn, but the family all agreed I wasn't any good at keeping secrets. I'll admit I did get a little carried away when she told us right before a family function they were pregnant again and I did greet everyone at their cars with the news, but that doesn't mean I can't keep a secret, does it?
The pink confetti was put inside of a helium black balloon and Hank had the privilege to be the one to pop it. When everyone screamed, "it's a girl," he looked as if he was going to say, "I told you so," but luckily he hasn't learned to be sarcastic yet.
Both of the 3-year-old grandsons spent the night with us last weekend and during the two-and-a-half hour process to get them to sleep, the boys had quite the conversation about babies in bellies. The debate began when Gavin wanted to touch the pink polka dot blanket Hank had brought with him. Someone bought it for his sister and he wanted to show it off.
"Don't touch my sister's blanket," he screamed. Gavin responded with, "where's your sister?" Hank said, matter of factly, "in my mommy's belly." Gavin thought about it for a minute, and, as he begins most all of his profound thoughts, "well, actually.... that's nice."
We were all three laying down at this point and I was trying to read them a book. Hank then patted my belly and asked, "do you have a baby in there Gigi?" And here I thought everyone would be able to tell I was losing weight.
Hank is anxious to see "his" baby and insists his mom let him try to spy on her through her belly button. It's a hard concept for a 3-year-old why this baby isn't coming out yet. I can't wait to hear what he thinks when she does arrive and wakes him up during the night crying.
Hank not only predicted the gender but wants to pick her name as well. First he insisted they call her "ham," and then for a couple of weeks it was "chicken." Now he's settled on just "sissy."
She will call me Gigi and we will call her June Ann. If someone would have told me being a grandma was this awesome I'd never have worried about going over the hill.
Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org