...with that being said, we found out at the end of June that we are in fact having a baby boy. Shock and disbelief are the 2 words that came to mind when she told us. I was certain I would have only girls, just like my dad. But holy moley, it's a boy, I know, I saw "it" for myself (and now you can too... sorry son).
It took a few weeks before it actually set in too, and still every time I think about it, he makes me smile. I'm scared to death, but excited too. I've got my girl, I am a girl, I have 2 sisters that I helped grow up, I'm friends with mostly girls, so I've got the girl thing down... But I have absolutely no idea what to do with a boy and that makes me really excited. I'm looking forward to figuring out a whole new world, the world of little boys. Shoot (as Harlan would say), I'm even looking forward to the first diaper change where I get bulls-eyed right in the face with tinkle. It's going to be an adventure for me and I can't wait for it to begin.
Harlan is still growing like a weed, she's 2 years and 8 months old this month and saying something new everyday. This is the point where I would normally says she's as sweet as sugar, but unfortunately, she's hit a spell of the terrible two's recently. For example, we went to the mall on Saturday and she proceeded to play hide and seek with mommy in Sears. Only that wasn't the agreement. The agreement was to be a good girl and ride like a champ in the buggy until aunt Haley got there with the stroller. She doesn't like to listen to mommy though, because apparently, Harlan knows better. Keep in mind, shes waaaaay shorter than any and all of the clothing racks there, so while she was in her fun little clothes maze, mommy was trying not to panic at losing sight of her and trying to listen closely and chase after her "woo hoo's" all the while being 6 months preggo. Nice. Needless to say, she did get a swat on the back of the leg (diapers protect with too much padding on the rump) once I did catch her, but only after she finally came out calling "here I am mommy, I find you!"
*Note to self, she and I are not going to the mall again without reinforcements (i.e stroller, 2nd or 3rd grown-up in tow, and possibly some Valium)*
BUT- With as much havoc as she has been wreaking lately, she's still my little angel in disguise and I love her with all of my heart and soul and wouldn't trade her for anything in the whole wide world... at least not permanently :)
You know, I can't seem to shake the feeling that I'm about to miss these days... chasing after just one child...
