Monday night is family night at our house. After dinner we gather at the table and have a fun time together...a little lesson, an activity, we talk about things going on in our lives, schedule things on the calendar, etc. and it's a weekly tradition, something that I know will serve for our benefit in the future as our lives get more hectic and it becomes harder and harder to have that quality time together as a family.
Anyway, we were going through our announcements as we do, one by one, and it was my 4year old's turn. She went through the regular stuff and then announced that she was going to have a baby brother. As you can imagine, that caught us a little off guard. I am not, to my knowledge, anyway, pregnant. And, as I mentioned in an earlier post we are not quite ready for kid #4 since things are a little crazy at our house already with the three kids we have. I love them dearly, but girls are certainly emotional and it doesn't start when they're teenagers. I think they're born with it, which is funny because I don't remember my sisters and I ever being that way.
Speaking of sisters, I have 5 of them. Yes, there are 6 girls and no boys in my family. My poor dad. I am starting to get a better understanding of that. My poor husband is swimming in a pool of estrogen at our house. And, if having 6 girls isn't record-making, each of my sisters has daughters- there are 12 in all- and no grandsons until this last December when my youngest sister had a boy. So, the odds of me having a son are kinda slim. Even my husband is convinced that girls from my family have some kind of genetic dominance over the men they have married and those families can only produce girls. So, another point in my favor. I think.
I started to wonder if my daughter might know something I didn't since I know that kids are often close to heaven and its angels since they have so recently departed from there and perhaps she really does know that we are having a boy.
We started to ask her about how she knew and then, to my surprise, she told us that she was having a baby on Friday. This Friday. We went through the explanation of how it takes 9 months to have a baby but the conversation still makes me wonder if there is a little boy up in heaven waiting to come to our family. I honestly don't know what I would do...I have been surrounded by pink my whole life.
I guess we'll have to just wait and see.
And, in honor of my first-born daughter, and in honor of St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, check back for a fun new scrapbook page I made using more "My Little Shoebox" paper and other supplies.