All things "Boo"

You are in love Halloween this year. You say "boo" at least 100 times a day. You want to wear your boo shirts and play with your boo pictures on the fridge. We take walks to look for "batssss" and boos all over the neighborhood. Of course when you request these walks, it sounds like "I want booze," which has turned a few heads but hey - that's just the way our family rolls.

Carving your very own "Boo" with Daddy.

Watching Charlie Brown Halloween special after asking for it 20 times. This is the only time that you are this still and quiet.

In your equestrian - Halloween finery. We picked an outfit we wanted to see you in since next year you could very well request "princess, kitty bride."

Lucy strikes a pose - Ralph Lauren, eat your heart out.

The candy in your "boo" was an unexpected bonus. You quickly picked up on the word treat.

Uncle Dave is married

We spent the last few days in Utah Celebrating Dave and Bobbie. Sadly, we forgot the camera and didn't catch you in your wedding finery and cousin fun. Even worse, you seemed to grow stoic every time the pros got out their lenses and I'm afraid we'll see your "Geronimo" pose in all the family shots. Alas, you'll have to trust us and believe you had a great time.

Geronimo - famous Apache Warrior

One of your many "Geronimo" photos

Congratulations to Uncle Dave and new Aunt Bobbie. We wish you every happiness!

It's a boy!

Today was our 19-week ultrasound. You're going to have a little brother!

This pregnancy has been very different than the first so I was thinking it could be a boy for a while now. I've craved some different foods (baked potatoes and lemonade being at the top of the list - with you it was corndogs and cake). I have been less emotional and somehow, even more tired (I would not have guessed it possible). I've gained around the same amount of weight but my body is so different that some of my favorite maternity tops from the last go-round leave my belly hanging out the bottom or don't even fit on. Meanwhile, my pants fall down constantly and I am dead-gone sick of pulling them up OVER and OVER. By late afternoon, I'm just ready to let them fall to the floor and give up, in the grocery store or not.

I've started the process of cleaning out all of your tiny little things I was saving for a little sister. Oh boy, tears and more tears. It is so hard to let some of them go. I put aside a box of specials to save Forever but even the stained t-shirt and lone striped sock pull at my heart strings. Could you just slow down and stop growing out your clothes? Well, a mama can dream.

Here's a current favorite of yours and mine. It was made by a friend out of old costumes from Burning Man. If it could talk, I bet this fabric could tell some really interesting stories. Of course, it will be about 18 more years until you are old enough to hear them.

In the process, I have been remembering all of your tiniest days and I'm starting to crave having that little warm body all over again. In just 21 more weeks, I'll be looking down at this view again and listening to those little gurgles and squeaks.

Two kids under two and in diapers! A beautiful daughter and now a son. I'm scared to death of how I'm going to manage it all, but I also couldn't feel luckier.

Love,

Mama