Worth A Thousand Words

The beginning of April always makes me think of sonograms. We had our first sonogram for each of our kids in the beginning of April. Plus, a lot of people like to use them as part of an April Fools joke on their parents. And I realized the other day that it's been four years since our first sonogram. And that's crazy because it doesn't feel like it's been that long.

Anyway, that reminded me of something that I must have repressed in the last four years. When we got our first sonogram, we scanned it and sent it to our parents. My mom emailed back and said thanks. My mother-in-law emailed back and said she already thought he was cute. But my dad went above and beyond. He sent the file to the printing people at work and asked them to blow it up to 24" by 36". I wasn't there for the conversation the printing people had, but I imagine it was weird ("Bill, did his email say he wanted us to blow up his grandchild?"). Then my dad posted the giant poster-sized sonogram on his cubicle wall and put up a banner above it that said, "Ask Me About My Grand-Fetus!"

So every person that stepped foot on his row saw a larger-than-life-sized black-and-white baby sitting on the wall. And my dad thought it was awesome. I'm sure his coworkers felt differently.