Blogging About Boys ...

We've had several comments from people who find out we're having another boy:

• "Oh, well ... you can try again for a girl."


• The sympathetic "Oh ... ."


• "Oh my. You'll have your hands full."

I, on the other hand, am THRILLED to have a house full of rambunctious boys. I might eat my words some day, but for now ... I'm in love with blue!

First of all, I already have all the clothes and gear for a boy. So, it's economical.

But also, I am so happy about the idea of my youngest boys sharing a room. And a very small room, at that. Love grows best in little houses, and I suppose the same can be said about little bedrooms. I love the idea that Esai and Matias (that's the name we chose ... but we're still stuck for a middle name) will talk each other to sleep at night; they will battle the boogeyman; they'll share in goodnight prayers; they fight over the top bunk; and each will (hopefully) find a best friend in his brother.

As for my big, big boy, Anthony ... I think having a little brother who worships him has done wonders for his self-esteem. Having two little brothers who think he hangs the moon ... I am so happy about that, as well.

Sure, I'm a little sad that I'll never be able to splurge on pink clothes and nursery bedding. I won't be able to help my daughter get ready for her prom, or pick out her wedding dress. But the trade-off of giving my sons another brother ... it's well worth it, if you ask me.

A house full of boys ... le sigh ... heavenly chaos. At least that's my hope, and those are my prayers.

Esai's 2-year doc appointment!

55th percentile in weight
33rd in height
80th in head circumference (big brains!)

Esai did really well through the shot, but screamed when he saw the bandage. I don't know why, but the child freaks out at bandages. Poor baby.

Esai's allergies, I guess, are pretty severe. The doc said he had fluid (but not infection) and some nasal irritation from the allergies. So, we'll keep doing the Zyrtec nightly and add in some Nasonex spray. Hopefully this will eliminate Esai's mouth-breathing and coughing at night.

The doc was really impressed that the kid who couldn't say more than about five or six words at his 18-month appointment is now speaking in full sentences.

What a big boy! <3

So, my baby is ... (sigh) ... 2!

In all my prayers, hopes and dreams for my child, I want him to grow; and he is. Thank you, Lord. I just don't know how it's happening so quickly. It seems like yesterday that my water broke and Esai popped out. Now we're researching preschools and navigating toddlerhood. And I'm not one of those parents who wishes each stage away (I can't wait for him to walk, talk, etc.). I've enjoyed every waking (and sleeping ... though there have been more waking than sleeping moments) moment of his life.

He's talking. He went from incoherent babbling to full sentences in the last month or two. He's running and jumping. He's testing the waters ... and on rare occasion, my patience. He's entertaining and letting himself be entertained. He's picking favorites and becoming quite particular. He's loving and letting himself be loved. He's learning to trust and fear. He's counting (all the way to 5!) and alphabetting and coloring and absorbing. His brain is a sponge. He's struggling for independence but still desperately needs comfort and security. He sleeps ... sometimes.

As we prepare to bring the next addition to our family into this world, I'm overjoyed and scared. Overjoyed for obvious reasons ... a brand new baby boy! But scared about what this will mean to Esai and our special connection. Will I still have time to sit on the couch and eat yogurt with him? Will I still be able to read to him and rock him to sleep? Will he be jealous? Will I love the new baby as much as I love my Bug? Is that possible? Can I just grow a second heart? This one seems to be completely full of Bug Love.

I know it'll work out. Just the ramblings of a sentimental, hormonal mama to a beyond perfect baby Bug.