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One month before Anderson Baby #5 was born, Wyatt and I were out filling a prescription for him at the drug store.  While we waited we talked about one thing or another.  Wyatt asked me: "Mom, what was your best day and your worst day?" 

"Humm, that's a tough one." I had to admit.  I told him a couple of stories from my childhood for worst days--embarrassing moments and the like.  Then I told him my best day was the day I married Will--because every best day that came after that was because I married the best guy ever.  

Wyatt was up next to reveal his worst and best day.  He did not hesitate for a second.  "Well, my worst day was when Daddy told me Adell was going to be a girl and not a boy.  And my best day was, the day I was born."

If you were standing near us in the pharmacy you would have heard the quiet tinkling of my heart freezing over with sorrow and then smashing into a million pieces.  

Not finding out the sex of Anderson Baby #5 only ever gave me pause for Wyatt's sake.  This trouper of a boy has three sisters and he is often odd-man-out--literally.  Sure, his sisters unintentionally do their best to make up for any missing brotherhood: Lorien is as rough and rowdy as any boy I've ever seen.  Clare is a happy participant in any made up game of Wyatt's devising.  And Adell would choose Legos over Barbies any day.  However, no matter how you slice it, they are sisters--not brothers.

On the night we left for the hospital Lorien and Wyatt were still awake as we walked down our yard path to the car.  They each made and displayed a few pictures for our departure.  

Wyatt drew two baby bodies, one with a football on it's chest and the other with a flower.  On his other poster he drew two baby heads, one with a bow and one without.  During our departure for the hospital I was too wrapped up in the contractions to notice these posters.  It was days later when I walked out to get some thing from the car that I noticed them.  

Poor Wyatt must have been on pins and needles wondering if we would bring home yet another sister or a brother?  

Truthfully, we all wanted Anderson Baby #5 to be a boy.  Lorien and Clare think Wyatt's baby pictures are the cutest and another boy would be just as cute.  Will always wants our children to be boys.  I wanted another son to put all these cute baby boy clothes on.  And Adell, well, Adell wanted the baby to be a girl--so I guess not all of us wanted the baby to a boy.  

The very next morning, Dave brought all the kids over to the hospital to meet the baby.  In trouped six anxious faces (our four and our two nephews).  They all crowded around the end of my hospital bed while I held Anderson Baby #5 swaddled in unidentifiable hospital blankets.  Lorien had her hand up to her mouth with a worried expression on her face.  She was prepared for the "it's a girl" news.  "Is it a boy or a girl?!?" one of them asked.  "It's a girl." Lorien answered.  I saw Wyatt's face fall but he kept silent.  "No, it's a boy!"  Our nephew, Evan, answered.  Wyatt's face lit up a very little bit.  "Is it a boy?"  After a seconds pause I said "Evan is right, it's a boy."  

A chorus of "It's a boy!" went round the room and the sparkle was back in Wyatt's eyes.  He doesn't over react to good news...he saves all of his dramatics for bad news.  Instead he just smiled and asked "It's a boy?"  We were all pretty excited.  

Soon, soon, Anderson Baby #5 will get to join this group of guys.  Wyatt and his cousin's, Evan and Andrew.  Anderson Baby #5 is one lucky kid.