Hormones & Hairspray

My sweet husband. I am so sorry for him! He will always be outnumbered in our family. We found out yesterday that our newest addition, whom we were CONVINCED was a boy, is in fact a girl. She gave us a clear view and there was definite lackage of the appropriate parts.
It was an interesting moment for sure. We were really expecting a little boy we had already named Ryan to smile and wave in this 3rd ultrasound and instead were greeted by a sweet girl sucking her fingers and dancing around on the screen.
I had to smile and chalk it up to a learning experience. Never think you have it all figured out because that's when God laughs and puts something in front of you that He had in mind the whole time just to remind you of who's in charge.
Now to figure out how we are going to have not one little self proclaimed Diva... but two. Good thing my wonderful husband is so patient and even-keeled. What would I do without him?! What would I do without him in 15 years when "my girls" are hormonal and as stubborn as we both are? I don't even want to think about it! :) I'll just plan to buy him some more Rogaine (or a razor, the jury's still out on that one) and myself some gourmet chocolate and ear plugs, and we'll make it to their 18th birthdays for sure! :)
I must admit that I like the sound of "our girls"... I can see James coming home and being greeted by the ladies that own his heart. How sweet with that be?

Hugs

How is it that our children know the times when we need their love the most? Last night (after another long day in a very stressful week of standardized testing in my classroom) I was putting EmmaLee to bed. We had finished our nightly routine- story, potty, tucking in and song- and I was reassuring her that it really was time to go to sleep and that she wasn't going to miss anything because Mom & Dad were going to sleep too.
She studied me silently with those big, beautiful brown eyes from her position on her pillow and then reached up and hooked her arms around my neck. Without even a word, she hugged me as tight as she could- complete with an "uhhhhUM!" to let me know that I had gotten one of her special "EmmaLee Loves". My heart melted. How can they know that things like that mean so much? This is true love- being in tune with the needs and feelings of those around us and doing what we can to make it better. There is nothing better than my family. How very, very blessed I am.