We caved... BIG TIME.

Yesterday was our long awaited 19 week ultrasound. Babies look like... well... babies at this point. There was lots of squirming around, dancing, and making things difficult for the tech. LOL! The boy was camera shy at EVERY ultrasound. So it's very different to have a little performing fetus on my hands.

We had decided early on that we weren't going to find out what the sex was. So when the tech asked me if I wanted to know I said NO. I did however ask her to write it on the form, just in case I lost my mind in another month or two and needed to find out. That way I could call the doc's office and ask. The tech said they didn't do that... but that she could write it down and close it up like a vault and we could take it home.

VERY DANGEROUS for the curious mind. Just saying.

Neither of us said a word about it on the way home. However, upon entering the door we immediately started pacing the kitchen floor weighing the pros and cons of finding out. We finally decided... we were too dang curious.

The hubbs tore it open and then freaked, and told our 3 yr old to read it. Ya... ok... like the 3 yr old can read. The boy unfolded it slowly, looked at it for what felt like a lifetime... and said "it says it's happy". There was a happy face drawn under the words. LOL! I grabbed it from him, turned it around and saw this:

We both burst into tears... grabbed the boy and had a big family hug. It was an amazing moment, one that I will treasure always. It was something we all shared together. That means the world to me. 

On a side note... the boy has told us it was a girl from the beginning. He was very clear about not specifically wanting a boy or a girl... he just wanted a baby. But he just KNEW it was a girl. Very intuitive little man we have.

So now I know... I'm going to have a daughter. Let the shopping begin.

Three whole years

My boy is three.

Just writing those words has brought tears to my mommy eyes. I'm such a freak. This beautiful child has brought me the greatest joy a person can know... just by being him.

So, in honor of his 3rd birthday, I'm going to spout off the most wonderful things about "bad robot".

My boy has alter egos. He introduces himself as "the chicken", "bad robot", "buzz lightyear", and more recently "spiderman" and "opimus crime" (better known as Optimus Prime). He never EVER tells people his real name.

My boy is humungous. He was born a pretty good size; 8 lbs. and 21.5 inches long. He hasn't stopped growing since. At 6 months old he was 22 lbs. He's 43 lbs. now. He's a whopper... and not in the short and wide category. He's the height of a 5yr old and is almost in a size 12 shoe. I go through clothes and shoes at a ridiculous rate.

My boy is a talker. He spoke early, was forming sentaces at 1, and carries on a conversation like an old soul. He has big ideas, a sense of humor that would get anyone chuckling, and is in a constant state of imagination.

My boy is an artist. If he isn't decorating the patio with multi-colored chalk, he's painting, drawing, dancing with passion, or singing with heart.

My boy is beautiful. (and I don't care who thinks I'm biased) With his blond hair and big blue eyes, he's gonna have 'em lining up. Mama will be ready and waiting... or totally unprepared and hiding in my bedroom with wine and tissue.

My boy is brave. He was born with a common heart defect that has required, ECHOs, ECGs, blood-work, cardiac catheterization, anesthetic, medicine, doctors poking, prodding, and poking and prodding some more. He'll tell you that the doctors fixed his heart.

My boy is all me. He may look like his Papa, but his personality is all my fault! We share the same dramatic emotion, talkative and social nature, the ability to make people laugh even during the sad times.

My boy is a blessing. Everyday I'm thankful that I get to be his Mama. I look into his eyes and all the sleepless nights, worry and fear slip away. All that's left is the joy he brings my life everyday.

I love you my darling boy. Happy birthday.