I never thought of myself as a boy mom

I just kind of assumed I'd have a house full of girls.

I think I had convinced Danny of this too.

But then, 6 weeks ago today, my little man came.



And what a little man he is.




He's a keeper.
A fussy keeper, but definitely a keeper.

And here's a couple more classics:

first recorded smile


The pirate eye
He likes to keep one eye on you,
just in case.



So Chase, thanks for coming and proving me wrong about boys.

no one could resist

our little chicken

But how could you blame 'em.


More Chase coming soon.

I get to see things like this every day.

I feel lucky.

Need a lunch idea?

Ellie had this.

A turkey sandwich on a homemade roll,
with peanut butter on top.

That last ingredient was per Ellie's request.

And yes, she actually ate it.

Our new arrival.

Friday evening began with a walk to the park for a picnic.

It ended with a trip to a very over-crowded labor and delivery unit.

I was admitted right away, but it took three very long hours to get a room.
(No room = No Epidural)

My induction was scheduled for 10 o'clock the next morning (exactly one week past my due date), but Chase decided he'd like to make his own entrance.

And 6:29 Saturday morning,

he did.

All 8lbs 3oz of him.

I take it all back.

I am no longer waiting patiently.

No, it's not this big belly that I'm sick of
(although the thought of having a waist again is sort of refreshing).

I think it's all of the convincing I've been doing
that I'm still feeling good and am ok if this baby takes his sweet time coming into this world
to those sympathetic that I'm still pregnant.

And the not knowing.

Thinking it could be moment.
But then it's not.

But I know the moment will come.
Eventually.

So I guess I'll just keep waiting.

I am not always to most patient person.

But I'm still patiently waiting for my new little bundle for a few good reasons.

One,
I'm feeling good.
Really.
Definitely much better than how I'll feel after birthing a child.

Two and Three,
Ellie is sick.
Danny is really sick.
Time to get well doesn't sound so bad.

Four,
I've waited 40 weeks and 3 days. I can wait just a few more days.


And he's got to come eventually, you know.

So whenever he does,
we'll be here-
happily waiting to welcome him into our family.