Baby Dub is destined to be quite the patriot, folks. We’re due on the 4th of July, and in an election year, no less! I thought it would be appropriate today, President’s Day 2012, to share our patriotic gender reveal.
That’s right folks, it’s flavor reveal time.
The anticipation of what “flavor” Baby Dub would be was truly over the top. Not only did we have to wait a whole two weeks longer than we’d anticipated, but once we DID find out what we were having, we had to keep it a secret for an extra week so that we could tell some friends and family in person.
The extra prep time left Momma Sue with ample time to scheme and dream of the perfect gender reveal tactics.
A little back story. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a “gender reveal”. I had to discover this wonderful little event thanks to my beautiful, classy cousin whose entire pregnancy was like a page outta Pinterest. Her gender reveal involved a whole afternoon of fun with family and friends, tiny snacks and treats, little boy or girl hints, I mean, this thing would boggle your mind with the cuteness. The reveal? The grandma’s got to cut the decorated cake… pink inside = girl!
Cut it out, Cuz. You’re too adorable.
Anyway, we weren’t going to be able to throw a party. We can’t go that big.
For those lovely friends and family that we weren’t able to tell in person, we prepared these little numbers.
That’s right. Momma Sue figured out how to make the scratch off stuff for lottery tickets. And because she didn’t know what we were having before she made all these cards, she made 20 some boy stars and 20 some girl stars.
Because Momma Sue likes to be prepared. The text (for those of you who can’t read the note because I took a crappy iPhone picture) reads:
“Our new little firecracker is due July 4! Use the attached penny, scratch off the center of the last star, and discover if our future president is a boy or a girl!”
We got to send these lovelies off to our remote friends (and gave a few as keepsakes to family, too).
For the people we could tell in person, we went with cake pops. Sorry, Cuz, I had to tear a page outta your book, because it was too freakin’ cute.
Again, Momma Sue got a little excited. I swear I had 80 cake pops in my house. Blue inside and pink inside, because she didn’t know the gender when she made them.
I love my mother. Extra cake is never something to complain about.
Cute right? Tiny adorable useful cake.
Anybody want to place bets on what flavor that cake is?
Seriously, this is one of the last surprises you’ll get on this blog. We’re fresh outta surprises for a while. You might want to stop reading. Or looking. I’m about to lift the curtain on the gender. You sure you wanna know?
You would have left long ago. I’ve been doddling and dancing around the point for a while now. You wouldn’t have stuck it out this long if you weren’t hungry for the goods.
Baby Dub is…
I was right.
Maternal instincts are spot on.
I hope all of you are prepared for a female president.