Boy Oh Boy.... It's a Girl!

Today was an exciting day.  In addition to it being my birthday, I had my 20 week ultra sound in which we were able to find out the sex of our baby.  

Most of us were thrilled with the news.

Others of us (Ben) were a bit confused and seemingly clueless to what this news meant.... and still others of us (Paul), were less than thrilled.  

Check out the video below to see Paul's reaction to the news.  His sheer disappointment coupled with a lack of sleep the previous night makes for some loud crying (sorry).  His reaction had me laughing very hard :)

From the very first day that we told Paul we were expecting another baby, he has insisted that the new baby is a boy.  He has been closed off to the possibility that this baby could be a girl and has been looking forward to having another brother.  After his initial meltdown over the news that this baby is a girl, Paul decided to pray and ask Heavenly Father to help him.  The audio is terrible, but perhaps you can hear Paul asking that the baby please be "changed into a boy".  Oh, I love Paul.

Unless Paul's prayer is answered, we're having a GIRL!  

Monster Truck Madness

Paul and Ben, along with their cousin Rocky, had the pure (male) pleasure of attending the Monster Truck show earlier this month.  I had the pleasure of not attending the show :)

The next day, the boys woke up excited to tell me all about the really big, really loud monster trucks.

 Paul's persistent begging even allowed him the opportunity to ride on one of the Monster Trucks-- Twisted Steel.  It was the quickest $10 we've spent lately, but his excitement made it well worth it.

Here is Paul jamming to a song while waiting in line to ride Twisted Steel.  He's got some sweet moves :-)

All 3 boys were tuckered out and nodded off on their way home, dreaming of monster trucks (I assume).

Happy Birthday Justin!

text to come soon :)

Can it Be?

Today we registered Paul for kindergarten.

Will my little boy really be turning 5 and heading off to school this fall?  

It's a moment I often dreamed of  as a form of relief when things seemed too hard at home, but now it's a much more bitter sweet thought.  I'm proud of my little 4 year old and all that he can do, all that he has learned, and I'm going to miss this boy while he's gone (for all 3 hours :) each day.