my little one

I must admit that when I found out that Ian was a little boy during my ultrasound appointment, I cried. I could picture my two little girls in matching dresses with matching hairbows. Not so. I cried. And then I cried more for being a bad mom. I had my heart set on another little girl. I just pictured all the stinky, loud, dirty boys that I had ever seen. As it turns out (months later) I'm in love with my little boy!! He's not stinky or loud or dirty. Well, actually he is all of those things, but I sure don't care. He's my little boy. I was wrong. And I'm so glad to have him!! As far as I'm concerned I could have lots more boys. Just as long as they're not too loud or too stinky, I guess.