Or would you buy my wife a new car? Puh-lease? Or maybe you can buy our old truck from us! Or maybe just foot the bill for some new running shoes for me. Then I can run to work ... yeah! An
Coming up with titles this week sure takes a lot out of me. But so does work. I smell a big wheelbarrow full of fresh crap just around the corner. Yay!
We're about six weeks away from the arrival of our second child. Crazy! Making matters crazier is that the Petite Filet has bronchitis. She's also apparently pulled a muscle, so every time she coughs it's like a pitchfork in the gut. Thankfully, our wee one, according to the doc, is still doing great in there. He might either be born wrapped in cough-drop wrappers or he'll be the color of Robitussin.
The Cutlet is mostly a sweet little kid. He's of course extremely smart and impeccably handsome (no bias there). However, while we were lucky to breeze through age 2 without much terrible-ness, we're finding the end of Year 3 to be a little less fun at times. Call it the Tantrum Three's. With him turning 4 near the end of the year � knowing full well behavior is only loosely connected to a numeric age � we're hoping he'll be a Fabulous 4. Yay!
All this talk of babies and kids reminds me that my sister is pregnant, due sometime next spring. She and my brother-in-law are acting all coy about whether it's a boy or a girl (my mom is awful at hiding the fact she was disappointed that our second is a boy; she really really wants a granddaughter). But she passed on a bunch of stuff her middle kid (almost 2) doesn't need anymore, and that includes a lot of blue blankets and little-boy stuff she could easily reuse. So I'm going to say on the Internet that it's probably a girl. Meeeeeeeeoooooooooooow!!! It's outta the bag now! And guess what? I'm telling Mom!
Though it was many years ago indeed, I distinctly remember complaining about that phrase, the "Terrible Twos," because when we breezed through the Two's without much trouble, I thought I was home free. Not so. Three was its own animal. Here's wishing you a peaceful four!
Our daughter was the first granddaughter on the hubby's side. Gee, she's not spoiled at ALL.
Heh..I'm a big fan of same-sex siblings. My sister and I are super close; I'm sure closer than we would have been if one of us had been a boy. And I'm sure the Cutlet will love having a baby brother!