We're having a...

BOY!!! And more importantly, so far he's perfectly healthy...

Yes, Jaron is getting his son! We both feel so blessed we will have the opportunity to raise one of each, both a boy and a girl. And while we would of course been completely happy to have another girl, I can't say we aren't both a bit excited and relieved to find out this one was a boy. For Jaron, the excitement and relief comes from some added testosterone in the house along with the opportunity to be forever involved in sports. If you know him at all, then you know just what a jock he is...he loves every sport, and is good at playing almost every sport as well. However, I like to tease him and tell him that it is Livia who will be his little athlete...his son may just turn out to be a big, mushy momma's boy (actually I use another word, but I'll edit for crassness). And then there is the excitement and relief on my end...for the fact that this will most likely be the final addition to our family. We are pretty sure that two children is the perfect amount for us...two parents, two children...two open hands for each child...it just makes sense. Adding another element to that would seem to throw everything a little off balance. I know what I can handle, and I'd rather not test my limits. So, the fact that this baby is a boy means we won't have to continue trying for one, and who knows, ending up with only more girls! So, for now, we are satisfied with our little family. In the future? Only time will tell....

In Jaron's disbelief at the Dr's office, he kept asking the nurse, "So, you're SURE it's a boy?" And we all looked at him, laughed, and said, "Have you not seen the picture?" I, on the other hand, was not at all surprised. Just as I knew very early on that Liv was a girl, I've felt all along that this one was a boy. I don't know why...I just never pictured it any other way. Look to the left of the picture posted below...you will see a leg on either side of a rather large, turtle-looking thing. Yes, that is our proof. Jaron proudly carries this picture in his wallet and shows it off to, oh, pretty much everyone. All I have to say is, WHOA. How do I take care of that thing???



Can't wait to meet you, little one!!!

You have spoken, and I have answered

Gone since September, I've been gone since September. Gone since September, I've been gone since September...sorry, I got distracted. Where was I?

Oh yes. Here I am. Back in the world of social networking. I don't want to say that other four letter word. I am not making any promises, but I am back to give you valuable information and insights into my fascinating life. At least temporarily.

There are a few reasons I stopped doing this...this...bl...ing.

1) People started expecting me to do it. If you know me, then you understand that when things are expected of me, I have a startling desire to do the opposite, repelled by the very thing I may have once loved. For example, if I ever feel that I am "expected" to cook or clean, I will direct you to the location of the nearest McDonald's or give you the phone number of a great housekeeper I know. However, if these things are not "expected" of me, I will cook and clean up a storm, even finding pleasure in the tasks at hand. My husband had a clear understanding of this the day I met him almost 8 years ago.

2) I got a job. And I was busy. And I have a child. When I come for work at the end of the day, I run to her, not my computer. In my mind, this became one more thing on my to-do-list and was no longer enjoyable.

3) This reminds me of scrapbooking, in a way, only in a more technological form. And again, if you know me, I have a strong distaste for scrapbooking. Actually, I think people who scrapbook are clinically insane (no offense to anyone of you who scrapbook, really. This is just my opinion, which really means nothing). I have these horrifying visions of moms scrapbooking for hours on end while their children are crying and screaming in the background. Just slide some photos into a nice album, and stop. Play with your children.

4) I hate the word...blog. I hate having conversations about blogging..."Have you checked out my blog?" or "When was the last time you blogged?" and "This would be a perfect topic for my blog!" Dumb. There has to be a better, prettier word for what we are doing here. Actually, I just decided that I am going to start calling this my Christian Dior. Dior sounds much nicer, and is much, much prettier. "Have you checked out my new Diors!" and "When was the last time you Diored?"...yes, much better.

While this may sound like a negative post to some of you, most of you will understand that this is just a sampling of my dry, warped sense of humor. I am really smiling and laughing. On the inside. I feel obliged to speak the truth, and you won't find any sugar-coating here.

So I'm not making any promises on how often I will update this. It may be once a week, it may be once a month. And you may find the content of this Dior to be a little different than before. All I have to say for now is......I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

xoxoxo,
Brittany