BOY BOY BOY BOY BOY!

No mistaking it, our second and final babe is going to be on Team Penis! A tiny part of me wanted another girl, because the thought of having a gaggle of brainy, bookish little ladies seems really appealing but now that I’ve got a little him growing well, that’s pretty awesome.  I can tell he’s already a bit more laid back than Paige — she was like a fire cracker in my stomach; always moving moving moving.  This little guy is a bit more laid back, he moves but it feels like he’s tickling my belly when I least expect it. I still can’t stomach coffee, but I covet spicy foods.

Now for the challenge: to find clothes that don’t have foot balls, “dangerous creatures “  [think sharks, bears with their mouths agape” or trucks/tools no them.  I mean really! Just because I’ve grown a strapping lad doesn’t mean he’s going to want to play football, drool over trucks.  Actually, if I get anything with sharks or bears I will have to fork it over to Paige to wear, because she’s obsessed with both.

So that’s what has been brewing here. We got blasted with a few more snow storms and so our days have been spent indoors, which is cozy but really? Spring please? Paige and I lay around and talk about all the things we will do when it’s warm: swimming holes, walks in the woods, looking for bugs, planting gardens, going to parks, going to Central Park for the day, just going and going.  The thought of constantly bundling us up just to walk a few blocks is exhausting; on the way there Paige slowly sheds layers until she’s missing mittens, a hat, and her jacket is half unzipped and her teeth are chattering.

Okay, whew now I’m off Just wanted to throw out an update so you don’t think I fell off the face of the planet