Testosterone Wins

So, it turns out that Baby on the Way is male. Giving us 2 females and 4 males living in this house.
Baby also likes garlic chicken and mac and cheese. Either that or he hates it, because I just ate it an hour ago and now he's doing flips. I think this is the most active he's been so far. Or at least, the most active that I've been able to feel. Click on the picture of Xander eating a muffin over there on the left, and you can see all the pictures of the new little monkey. The very muscular little monkey. I'm kinda afraid of this kid. I think he might be Popeye. He better not smoke a pipe! I haven't even eaten any spinach.

With my odd trains of thought, I think perhaps Tropical Storm Hanna has caused changes in the pressure, causing my brain to malfunction a bit. Good thing I'll be sleeping when the worst of it hits.

Aaric is happy about getting another boy, but it's not like he's jumping for joy or anything. More like, a big smile and a "ooh, a boy!?" and then on with life as usual. It's nice when the kid is old enough to understand that the baby won't be here for a while still.

Mikayla is not too thrilled, but she'd already pretty much given up hope even before she found out anyway. I played up the coolness of being the only girl. She'll be the first to get her own room, she doesn't have to share her clothes or other girly stuff with anyone, it'll be great! She's not convinced yet.

Xander still shakes his head and says "no" when I ask if he wants another baby in the house, so the gender of said baby is just not something he cares about. At least he hasn't said, "I yon't yike it" about the baby yet. I'm sure that will come. He did say it about yogurt yesterday. YOGURT. He lives for yogurt! Turns out he was constipated, he didn't like anything. Not standing still, not walking, not sitting, not being carried... and we were in Target trying to kill time while the van was getting a repair done. That was fun. Walking with a toddler who is afraid to take a step because his belly is cramping, but screams bloody murder if you try to put him in the stroller, and then he stops every once in a while to hold onto something sturdy and strain. Poor kid.

OH! And my camera has grown legs and walked away. I had every intention of taking pictures of his head, 3 months post hair cut. You can see waves again. And fluff. And he likes to shake his head, to feel it hit his face.

I would probably sit here typing more randomness, but Xander is ready for bed, which makes sense, as it's 9:40. So, I'm off to get the munchkins into bed.