It's a Boy!

Most people are pretty happy that we're having a boy. Our parents think it's good that our son will have a boy playmate. They worry about him sometimes when he's copying his sister and smearing on makeup or wearing high heels. My sister is the only doubtful one. She asked,"Can you handle another boy?" She has a point; he is so much more rambunctious and rebellious than the others. Still, we are glad to have another boy. Kevin would have been happy either way, and I just find it amazing that we're actually having one at all. We are very blessed. Now if we could only come up with a decent name...

Speaking of boys, I don't know if I can handle a lifetime of boy injuries. Our boy had a major spill yesterday at the park. He fell off a ledge and pretty much landed on his face. Both knees were bleeding, and his face was a mess. He has scrapes on his forehead, chin, and one cheek; a bruise on the other cheek; and a big swollen eye. His sister could not bear to look at him. Luckily, he seems to be okay with his injuries. It just looks horrible. Today he's better and being his usual monkey self. I just hope that's the worst that ever happens to him.