I wanted to share how we told our parents the gender of baby immaEATthat! I wanted to know the gender asap and was actually told over the phone by a nurse. I decided how I wanted to tell my parents and Andrew decided how he wanted to tell his parents. Here’s how we told them :)
For my parents, I did a piñata! Andrew and I ground up pink sidewalk chalk in our cheap coffee grinder (yes, it ruined the coffee grinder) and dumped the chalk powder into a piñata that my mom had made. My mom is the most creative person on earth. And I have zillion memories from growing up of us making paper mache piñatas. Look how great the piñata turned out!
One side was boy themed and the other side was girl themed…not to say girls can’t like cars and boys can’t like flowers.
My dad is rather competitive, so my mom wanted to give him the chance to break the piñata open, so she did a wimpy hit first…then my dad was like, “come on! Do a real hit!”
Even my grandma even got in on the fun! And then when my mom was walking behind my dad when he was about to hit she was like, “do you hear me? I’m walking behind you. Don’t swing.” –>this is because no one wants to get hit by a baseball bat, AND ALSO because in 5th grade I was playing catcher during a neighborhood baseball game and I got hit with a metal baseball bat in the eye…ouch. It was swollen and bruised for weeks. And that was a random story. Moving on :)
For Andrew’s parents we made a cake that was pink inside! The cutest lil’ cake!
As soon as Andrew’s mom saw the cake she goes, “IS IT?!!!! Is the gender inside?!!” Oh mothers, nothing can get past them haha.
Andrew and I were both hoping for a girl, so we’re pumped :)