Evening the score

Well, almost. After one canceled appointment, a very modest baby, and an ultrasound tech from heaven, we found out yesterday that a baby girl is joining our family! So as Colton told us in dismay (some serious dismay) after finding out the news, "There are going to be two girls in this family!" Like I said, we're starting to even things out around here. And obviously, Colton forgot that just a few weeks ago he was begging for a sister.

Last week Evan had been out of town for work and after 7 days alone, I was starting a slow meltdown. My light at the end of the tunnel was my ultrasound scheduled for last Friday. Of course, as luck would have it, the office called to cancel on Thursday night. No big deal. What's a few more days? Fast forward to yesterday morning, where after all sorts of poking and prodding, this baby refused to uncross its legs. Apparently, our kids are very prim and proper as Colt did the same thing to us some 5 years ago. More importantly though, things looked good and healthy and I was trying to talk myself into the idea of a "surprise" come August. Then the ultrasound tech suggested I come back after she was done with her appointments for the day, drink a super sized orange juice, and see if we couldn't get the baby to change positions. Best suggestion ever and so nice of the tech to be willing to see me again after she was done for the day. The orange juice did the trick and Baby Girl decided to let her mama know she's on her way. The kids were there with us and that's when Colt decided to loudly announce at least 92 times that he wanted a brother and was it too late to change babies?

Colt has since declared he likes baby boys and girls the same and after I've started detailing plans for her room and necessary wardrobe items, Evan (looking kind of worried) asked me, "Do girls really cost more than boys?"

Been baking again

Another baby, that is. Baby Jones #3 is scheduled to make his/her arrival on (or better yet before, please let it be before!) August 12th. I think this is where I'm supposed to have scanned in a picture of the ultrasound, but that would mean that I actually know how to use our scanner and since that's just silly, you'll have to take my word for it.

We have the "big" ultrasound scheduled in two weeks and I'm counting down the days. Evan had the audacity to say that it would be "fun to think of another boy's name." He actually said that. I don't know what memories he's thinking of, but if it is a boy and we have to agree on a name, "fun" isn't the word that comes to mind. When we told the kids, Colt was adamant that this baby be a girl and Cade demanded a brother. Good news is it's got to be one or the other so I'm bound to make someone happy. Oh and Cade also requested we name his new brother, "Do-d0." Someone might or might not be harboring more reservations about this bambino than we thought.

The other good news is I'm finally headed out of the sick phase...I think. While I've been sick, I think it's safe to say I haven't been nominated for any Mother of the Year awards. A few weeks back, I was so sick I let the boys run wild in the house. I came downstairs to find the boys chain watching Harry Potter and an empty box (that once was full) of fruit snacks on the floor. Colt is still asking me for a wand. I've found though that I don't get as sick if I don't eat anything sweet. Apparently this baby doesn't know his/her mama. With the boys I ate a steady diet of frozen taquitos and donuts and this baby wants granola and fruit. What?!? So for now, my boxes of girl scout cookies sit untouched in my freezer. I hear they make a great post-delivery snack.