Boy

This is my little boy.

Before we found out he was a boy I was sure I wanted another girl. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was all the condolences we got with our third girl (Condolences! Really?) that made me want yet another one, to prove to the world that a third or fourth girl can be just as loved as any boy. I have a terrible streak of spitefulness forever getting in my way.

I think mostly though, I honestly just didn't know what to do with a boy. What do you do with a boy after three girlies?

Here's what you do:
1) Kiss his adorable fatso cheeks every chance you get!
2) Put a flat cap on him. He's so adorable in it I can hardly stand it. Yes, I'm a pretty vain mother. I can't help it. I have cute kids.
3) Kiss those squishy cheeks some more.

Ahhrrgggg! How can I stand it? I need to go wake him up and squish him some more!

I love, love, love everything about this picture! The flat cap, the way he fills out that shrit, the shorts that go clear to his socks- almost, the slip on shoes, his fat cheeks, his cute little mouth, the fat knuckles......sigh.