Before we left David stated If its a boy we're going to Olive Garden. So Alana, lover of pasta and carbs that she is, was really hoping for a boy. She's been saying all along that its a boy, so maybe she has a knack for calling these things. She did say a few times that it was either a boy or a girl, one of those two. So maybe it was luck. Then when the announcement was made, Alana was excited, partly cause she was right and partly because our next stop was going to be the Olive Garden.
Then of course we went to Old Navy and Target and bought a few outfits. I'm not as big of a fan of boy clothes as I am of girl clothes, but there were a few cute ones.
I'm used to hair bows and tights and nail polish and you can't really put those on a boy. My five and a half years of parenting has been with girls. Barbies and glitter and nail polish and princess breakfasts and pink pink pink. Now it will all shift into unknown territory, though I'm sure his big sisters will dress him up in girly stuff and make him play Barbies more than once, and if they're nice they'll let him be one of the boy dolls.
|I know you're jealous of my striped pajama pants. But it was morning, I was tired, and my head will not be included in pictures with my crazy bedhead and makeup-less face.|