It’s taking some time, but Sophie is finally accepting the fact that Cammie’s baby is indeed a boy.  On the way to the sonogram, I tried to prepare her for this possibility.  She was talking about seeing pictures of baby Gracie.  “The baby might not be a baby Gracie, Sophie.  It might be a boy.”

“It’s baby Gracie,” she insisted.

“Maybe.  But it might be a boy.  We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“It’s a guhl.”

“It might be a boy,” I said refusing to give up.  “If it’s a boy, we can’t call him baby Gracie.”

“Well, I’m naming him a guhl name.”

Well, then.

After Cammie and Trey saw for themselves, we joined them in the sonogram room.  There on the large T.V. screen and computer monitor was the clear evidence of a little boy.  Right away I pointed to him and told Sophie, “it’s a boy!  Look, Sophie!”  Not the evidence.  The baby.  I pointed to the baby.

But Sophie found something far more exciting in the room.  A fish tank.  Sorry, baby Gavin.  How could you compete with a fish?  That’s his name, by the way.  Gavin.  Baby Gavin.  NOT baby Gracie.

We watched in awe as baby Gavin moved his tiny limbs.  We giggled.  We talked to him.  “Come on little Man!  Turn your face for Nanny,” I coaxed as the technician tried to get a 4D shot of his face.  He appeared to be shy.  Except for those shots of his manhood.

“He’s looking at me,” Sophie repeated over and over.  How sweet!  I was thrilled and shocked she was accepting the news of his sex.  We giggled some more and continued watching the little Man’s show.

Sophie was sitting on Trey’s lap when she once again repeated, “he’s looking at me!”  And then she made a statement that would bring us back to reality.

“That silly fish is looking at me!”

Fish?  So much for acceptance.  Sorry, little Man.  Give her time.

At least she’s referring to the baby as “him” now.  The name will follow.

While Cammie looked at baby bedding online, she asked Sophie to call me in to view her finds.

She poked her head out the door and hollered, “she’s looking at beds for,” then poked her head back in and asked Cam, “WHAT I call his name?”

At least she didn’t respond to the news with her favorite new phrase,

“FINE!  WHATEVER!”