Pink or Blue?

Growing up, Ryan was never really around girls much. He is the youngest of 6 kids, but his closest sibling is a brother. He never dealt first-hand with the female emotions that most brothers have the opportunity to experience. In high school, he wasn't much into dating. It could have been that he's a more reserved person--or just that he felt it was a waste of time at that point in his life.

Since we've been married, Ryan has been thrown head first into girly-ness. He started out with a wife...and learned that girls (at least the ones at our house) cry, talk, and emote a million times more than his guy friends. Add two dramatic daughters to the mix and Ryan is practially an expert on females. I love to think about how his life has completely changed in the past few years. Not only does he now know what to do when someone is crying, he also knows the names of all the Disney princesses, that hairbows, lacy socks, and jewelry are a must, and that flowers are VERY MUCH appreciated, even though they just die.

As a result of these things, Ryan has been commenting for the past 4 1/2 months (and longer) that he is destined to be a dad of all girls. (I actually believe his word was "doomed," but when asked about it, he did decide a different word was in order.) Well, today, his destiny changed. We are expecting a healthy baby boy! We are all incredibly excited about this news. At least now, can add a little more blue to our mix and try to off-set the pink in our family!

Taming the Weeds

Today, I spent a little over an hour pulling weeds out of our garden plot. I headed out this morning with high hopes and gripper-finger garden gloves...only to find that pulling up the dandelions was, in most cases, like pulling up cabbages with carrots for roots. My little gripper-finger gloves could only handle so much. So, after 30 minutes, I retreated into the house, then marched over to Lowe's to pick up a few tools.

Once the girls were fed and down for naps, I headed back out to conquer the dandy-cabbage-lions. I whipped out my new little weeder, which worked as well as spitting on a bonfire. That's when I pulled out my big guns...the trowel. Within 40 minutes, the worst of the weeding was over. I only did half of the area, but it was the most densely overgrown section of the garden box.

And, by the way, if anyone is planning to go fishing in the next few weeks, stop by to pick up your bait on the way. I don't think I've ever seen so many worms in one place before. And, as a result of jamming my trowel into the dirt over and over, within a few days, we'll have enough worms to start our own worm farm.

The Good Dr.

Remember how I posted about loving my GPS a few weeks ago? Well, I still love it. But, lately, it's been making me laugh. Ryan somewhat recently changed the personality on our GPS. Apparently, Plain Jane thinks we know the area better than we do, because she doesn't give as much information as Ryan wanted. So, Plain Jane's job was given to British Girl. Only problem is that someone didn't inform British Girl that "Dr.," in relation to street names is "Drive." Thus, British Girl will inform me to "Turn left at 55th Doctor North-East in 0.1 miles." I don't think this little quirk will ever get old to me!

Scentsy Giveaway!

For all those who love Scentsy, (and those who don't know that they do yet), my friend, Charissa, is hosting a giveaway on her blog. This is a great one if you're just learning about Scentsy because she's giving away a beautiful wickless candle warmer. Head on over and leave your comment! And, if you don't know much about Scentsy, click on the link to the left for more info.

The Little Known Use for Your Belly Button

Since she was tiny, Whitney has been obsessed with all things baby. This has only been exaggerated by talk of the baby now coming to our house. She knows that there is a baby in my tummy and will comment several times a day that there's a baby in her tummy, too.

Last night, while we were eating dinner, Whitney decided that she didn't want to eat what was served. The rule at our house is that you don't have to eat if you don't feel like it, but you need to stay at the table with the rest of us until dinner is over. At one point, Ryan was trying to convince Whitney to just taste her rice. Since Whitney had just mentioned the baby in her tummy, Ryan decided to make a play on Whitney's assumption. He said, "Whitney, you need to feed the baby in your tummy so it can grow." A few seconds later, we realized that Whitney was indeed trying to feed the baby by spooning small amounts of food into her belly button. We tried suggesting she put it in her mouth so it would eventually get to her baby, but she wouldn't have any of that trickery. Instead the belly button dinner sufficed and Whitney soon after pronounced herself done.