I am so excited about the idea of having two boys. Of doubling something I know - little boys. It is hard for me to imagine loving someone as much as I love Charlie. But I know I will. I will teach you how to play catch with your brother. I will teach him to share his cars and his mommy. I will take the two of you to movies and ballparks. I will love your daddy and show you how a good love story works. And one day, I will hope that both you and your brother find girls who will love you completely. And I’ll try to let you go.
If you are a girl…
I can’t imagine a girl. There, I said it. We sat in the pediatrician’s office yesterday and I watched a mother with a young girl and thought, “I would have no idea what to do with one of those.” But I’ll figure it out. I’ll teach you how to do ballet or play basketball. I’ll paint your nails and try my best to teach you about loving who you are. I will love your daddy and show you how a good love story works. I will teach your brother to watch out for you, no matter what. I will be there when your heart gets broken. And one day, I’ll take you wedding dress shopping.
...I learned last week that HGTV is available On Demand. I know, welcome to 2008, Laura. And I have subsequently been watching back-to-back-to-back episodes of Bang for your Buck. I could now, without a doubt, tell you the return for your dollar you would get on any renovation.
I am also anxiously awaiting the arrival of this book, planning the royal birthday party (why it doesn't get coverage in People every week like the Royal Wedding does, I do not know), busy being happy about the good news we got this week, nursing a sick little boy, and just waiting, anxiously for the tree in the front yard to bloom and for it to really feel like spring.
...this video has been making the internet rounds this week:
...and I swear, if in 1985ish my mother had a Flip camera and a You Tube account, this video would have featured yours truly. Can you guess which ballerina I am (hint: the resemblance to the girl in the video is a bit uncanny)?
1. Had breakfast with Sesame and a friend named Camden, visiting for the weekend:
2. Bought a bunch of touch-up paint for the house (that's a whole other blog post that's coming, trust me). I get asked a few times a month (literally) what the color on our walls is. Here it is:
3. Got our little man some not-so-little shoes. He's a size 8.5! He's going to be borrowing Ken's shoes pretty soon:
4. Purchased some liriope for our front beds to replace some dead plants. (Again, a whole other blog post).
5. Took a very sweet little boy to get a very necessary haircut (picture coming). Charlie? Not a fan of haircuts.
6. Returned a set of dishware to Bed, Bath and Beyond.
7. Purchased a new set at Pottery Barn (yes, I totally set my table like this too!)
8. Had dinner with a much-less-shaggy, still-as-sweet Charlie:
9. Came home to give the less-than-shaggy boy a bath. He likes to run around naked (who doesn't, right?) I hear him giggling behind our bedroom door (there's a huge mirror attached to it) and I inch open the door to a puddle of urine. "KEN!" I scream, "We have a PEE INCIDENT!" And then, just like I was watching it in slow motion, he steps, then slips, in his pee and turns himself upside-down until he's lying on his back, in his pee.
Oye. The moral of the story? I think I'm feeling better. Otherwise, there's no way I'd have made it through a day like today.
(Author's note: I had a chemical pregnancy before Charlie, so there's some part of me that needs to see that "pregnant" line getting darker. And yes, now that I look at this, it does seem very odd to take a picture of something you peed on).
...and then a picture just to really make sure it wasn't just gas:
...I am almost 15 weeks, and have gone through the early, "Wow, I still feel OK ," stage to the, "I can't function I'm so nauseous" stage, and now have settled into the, "I might just be a person who vomits every morning" stage. I am generally lethargic and uninteresting. I have watched more HGTV than humanly possible and every birth on One Born Every Minute makes me sob.
We find out boy/girl in four weeks, but every part of me is saying BOY. And this one is it. I'm typing that here so when Laura 2-3 years from now starts thinking, oh, it wasn't so bad, I could do it again, she reads this when I write (with love), "Shut up crazy woman!"