1. Mail her a pink or blue cake that is frosted in a different color so she has to cut into it to find out! (cute, but impractical given my proximity)
2. Insert sonogram picture displaying the baby's private bits into a stained glass lamp. Mom thinks it's just a stained glass lamp (which is a great gift in and of itself) and then she also gets to see her grandbaby's junk!
3. Give her an "It's a Boy!" jigsaw puzzle and make her work for it. (I would totally make it a 500-piece)
4. Send her a greeting card. Write the baby's gender inside. (for the creative types)
5. If you're finding out close to Easter, fill a bunch of Easter eggs with tiny blue socks. (That's much better than blue...candy...for...Easter)
6. Custom fortune cookies.
7. Give her some blue yarn and a pattern for baby booties and put her ass to work knitting.
8. Give her a teddy bear wearing a blue t-shirt. (She gave me a bear holding pom poms when I made the 7th grade cheerleading squad, so this would be coming full circle.)
9. Give her a t-shirt that says "Proud Grandma of a Beautiful Boy" (for those who want to be very direct)
10. Give her a bunch of balloons. Each balloon has a letter inside it. Have her pop the balloons and arrange the letters to spell out the sentence, "It's a Boy!" (Have you met my mom? The only thing she'd pop is me!)
11. Send her a pinata full of blue goodies. As she hits it over and over, the anticipation builds until- BAM! (ugh)
Google FAIL. Good thing I came up with a brilliant idea all my own. It also fulfills Item #56 on my list of 101 Things: Send flowers.
Mom's made no secret of how much she wants the baby to be a boy. The only problem is, she believes that karma will only give me girl babies, so that I am forced to raise dramatic, high maintenance daughters who are just like me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad kid, but my mother will tell you, she's exhausted. So, for four months I had to listen to her tell me about how karma is a bitch who has her sights set on me. Fully believing her, I brace myself for this outcome. Of course, we now know this is not the outcome, so I was even more thrilled to share the news. She loves flowers and rarely receives them, so I called Dorothy McDaniel's Flower Market in Birmingham and ordered a small arrangement of brightly colored flowers. This part would have been easier if I were ordering a "girl" arrangement, because I could have just said "make it pink!" but since it was for a boy, I had to say "make it something that doesn't scream 'girl'". Something like this, for instance:
This is the card message I had enclosed, notifying her that she would be having a grandson:
Karma will have to wait.
Samantha, Steve and Robinson