He is not a girl. I've had to defend ultrasound readings against the delusions of family and friends that are hoping we will add a girl to the family tree. I've heard about all the "it's a boy" verdicts that have been miraculously overturned on the day of birth, infamous cases of mistaken identity. I've had fun with the bantering. But in reality, another roughhousing boy or a darling little girl, either is welcome in our home.
What is beginning to wear out its welcome however is defending Elliott's gender, who I assure you is all boy and completely immune from any mistaken identity. While taking our walk Wednesday morning, we passed the lady who had previously expressed her sympathy to me about having a child that won't sleep through the night (she was unaware that Elliott does sleep through the night, he is just an early riser, much like the sun). In another attempt to console me for the early mornings that I'm actually quite fond of, she said "Hey, at least you're getting your exercise. Don't worry, SHE'LL be sleeping in before you know it." I just thanked her and offered a very generic "I sure hope so" (Even though it isn't that high on my list of hopes).
We hadn't traveled much further when we ran into a rather large lady out for her morning walk. She looked at Elliott cruising comfortably in his man size stroller, smiled big and said "I need to be where SHE is". Keep in mind that I had just heard the first SHE reference and grant me forgiveness when I admit my first thought was "no lady, you actually need to be back here where I am - pushing". God is so faithful in helping us keep our mouths closed on the many occasions that is the absolute best thing to do. I just smiled and replied "He enjoys his ride." She walked on, seemingly unaware that she had been corrected.
We have had humid mornings lately. Elliott's head has looked like a home to hundreds of hair Slinkies this week, many dangling and others bouncing up and down as we've made our way through town. I suppose from a distance that could be perceived as a feminine look. I have to admit though, it is much easier listening to speculation that the highly informed predictions of a medical team might be wrong, than it is to hear that which has already been confirmed disputed at every corner.
As a remedy, I'm looking for a ball cap that has boldly emblazoned across the front "It's a Boy"; a hat that Elliott can proudly use to hide his growing nest of curls.