When we left the 14 week appointment with the unexpected news of the genders I think we both felt like “yo, sh!t just got really real.” I know I said that about the 12 week appointment and I will probably say that after every appointment from here on out but knowing their sex and being able to say the names we picked out loud makes it really freaking real, yo.

Not gonna lie, I’m not a huge fan of gender reveal parties. I don’t have anything against them and I enjoy going to them – any reason for a party, am I right? It just wasn’t something I thought we would do. If anything we would tell our immediate family one-on-one and then just tell friends as we saw them. Then my dad broke his foot. How, you may ask, does my dad breaking his foot  equate to a gender reveal party? Well, lemme tell ya! So way back in my first post I mentioned how my parents were getting shipped out to the Marshall Islands and that I was pretty bummed they wouldn’t be here to experience all of this with us. They were scheduled to leave on January 5. On January 2, my dad went to my brother’s house to help out with something and ended up slipping on ice (yes! Tucson had ice!) and twisting his ankle. He thought he just twisted his ankle but the following morning he couldn’t put any pressure on it so my mom took him to the doctor. Turns out he broke his foot in two places, had a bone chip floating around and was going to need emergency reconstructive surgery. My parents plans were put on hold to leave because of the surgery and recovery time. My dad, understandably, wanted to use a foot specialist for his surgery and the Marshall Islands being so small didn’t have one. Thankfully, he had a bunch of sick time saved up so he was able to stay in Tucson for his surgery and recovery.

When we found out the genders combined with the fact that my parents were still here, naturally, we had to throw a party. I wasn’t planning on being able to have both sides of our family together before the twins got here so this was the perfect timing. Throw in some friends and the fact that a lot of people hadn’t seen our new house and this party was destined to happen. Besides, I have to have a really good reason to get my dad to come to Phoenix. He hates Phoenix. Mostly because he always gets lost and ends up in Apache Junction. I’ve lived here for 7 years and haven’t been able to convince him otherwise. On one occasion of me trying to show off Phoenix, he did find a bar he really likes called O.H.S.O. Brewery. Luke and I purposely bought our new house less than a mile away from this bar hoping we would get to see him more…time has yet to tell.

We had less than a week to put the party together  which resulted in nothing being perfect-pinterest-pretty. I opted to make the cakes that we were going to use for the reveal because I was trying to save money somewhere and they turned out interesting. They were supposed to be two giant cupcakes from a cake mold my friend Shaina gave me a few years back but they kind of turned out like giant orbs since I had to use so much frosting to cover up the cake color. I over heard Luke’s 92 year-old grandma ask someone, “why did Erin shape the cakes like breasts?” So we had two boob cakes for the reveal.

 

We also served a blue and a pink cocktail, which turned out pretty strong since I couldn’t taste test and had a game for everyone to guess the genders. The buy-in was $5 and a pack of diapers. Winners split the money and the twins got to keep the diapers. The twins made out like bandits – they got a ton of diapers and most people donated their winnings back to the them. I think they made almost enough for their first year of college but then I gave some of their donations to Kurt to buy donuts on Sunday morning. Oops.

OK OK, I’ll get to the point! Since Luke and I already knew the outcome, we decided to have the grandmas cut the cakes to reveal the genders. Luckily, Dani caught all the action on video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eSSwuPqlwA

I love this video, it makes me laugh every time. I love that my mom and Luke’s mom kept the secret to themselves for a little bit and had everyone yelling at them. But I really love them waving knives around in all of their excitement and giving everyone hugs. A few glasses of wine may have been consumed at this point! The BOYS are lucky to have ninja grannies. We were blown away by the amount of people that wanted to be a part of this and are so thankful to everyone who came and to all those who FactTimed and called in – we weren’t expecting that and it truly made the day extra special!

 

 

 

So yep, boys it is for us!! Wanna hear something really bizarre though? Rachel can vouch for this too – but when I was younger and would talk with my girlfriends about how  many kids we wanted and all of that stuff I always said I wanted twin boys and a girl. I had no reason for thinking I could have twins, I just figured if I wanted them bad enough I would get them! So here I am 20 years later with twin boys on the way, crazy right? I’m never questioning a woman’s intuition again.

I didn’t care what combination of babies we ended up with. Luke and I openly discussed the benefits and downsides to each possible combination but overall felt so lucky to be having twins that we didn’t really care that much. I will say this, though, one of the first conversations we had after finding out about the boys is “so I guess we’ll be trying for a girl then…” Lord, help us. Me with three kids is something I would bet a million dollars against 5 years ago. Nothing is funnier than life.

Most importantly I can start planning the nursery in detail! Hopefully, we can get the nursery done by the baby shower so everyone can see it but we’ll see how that timeline goes.

Also, an update on my dad: He’s recovering as expected and should be ready to ship out by the middle of February. He’s mostly been enjoying spending his extra time with the current cutest boy in the world, Harrison: