Thirteen people and three dogs managed to cram themselves into our humble apartment to enjoy Easter dinner with Boof and me. This was our first time hosting such an important meal (pales in comparison to our weekly choclate chip pancake feeds). And not only was it Easter, a huge celebration in our religious tradition, but it was also the day we were to announce the arrival of baby Boof or baby MonkMonk around Christmastime.
The table was set. The people were chatting and drinking wine (which I was trying to avoid as to not raise suspicions), and the ham was taking its sweet time in getting done. To stall for that darn pig, Boof and I decided to make our announcement pre-dinner and not when everyone was fighting over the last roll or licking the sweet potato bowl clean.
Right before Boof started to give his mini-speech, I got super nervous… He said something to the effect of: “We are so glad to have both of our families here together, so to celebrate we made our parents a gift.”
He handed the gift bags, with our homemade stockings that say “Baby LastName” on them. His mom opened up the gift bag, took a look at the stocking and immediately burst into tears. My mom? My mom was still in the process of hugging everyone like she had just won an academy award (even though I kept shouting “MOM OPEN YOUR GIFT NOW! HUG LATER!” What felt like forever was probably 12 seconds and then both of our families were on the same page, the news was out, and my siblings could finally relax and say congrats (they had been told a day or two before, but needed to keep it a secret). What a zoo! But a happy zoo, not like one of those zoos in a third world country where everything is sad and depressed in itty bitty cages with chains.
To keep my one SIL, who lives out of state, in the loop, I sent her a picture of the two stockings we had made. Naturally her reaction was one of shock, assuming that we were having twins. We got that misunderstanding taken care of, and all proceeded to enjoy a very festive meal!