Even before we found out we were expecting I had this feeling I'd have a boy. Of course this feeling is totally unreliable and completely unconfirmed. I ran across this blog post (linked below), written by a friend of a my friend Tiffany, that gave me something to think about.

Beautiful Things, by Carina

As I read it, I squirmed and thought, "This woman speaks the cold, hard truth." I remembered my mom grieving for her beautiful things ruined by my four brothers and felt a twinge of sadness for my beautiful things. Then I remembered something that gave me hope. Tiffany has two boys and I've never heard her talk about anything they've destroyed! Stubbornly, I thought, "Not all boys are like that." Well, then I scrolled down and read the comments below the blog post and the first was from Tiffany:

Likely said...

ditto. just this morning oliver colored all over my grandmother's antique drop leaf table. The one she had painted herself in the 40's. Awesome.

and then he giggled as I made him try to clean it with a sponge. I think he liked the trying to clean it part too much. Makes me think he will try it again so he can try to clean it.

I love my boys.

November 9, 2009 5:37 AM

Yikes.

For the grandparents

This is for my parents who are on a mission for our church in Asuncion, Paraguay. I tried to send them this video clip via email but they weren't able to view it.



At about 0:24 you can see the baby waving it's teeny little hand. Looks like it's saying, "Hola, grandma and grandpa!"