So, Mr. Pickles asked for a cappuccino machine. At first I balked (what a yuppy appliance!), but now... I'm in love.
Miriam is turning out to be quite the little barista.
So, I gave Mr. Pickles a fancy coffee machine. Mr. Pickles gave me (ahem)... another sweet gherkin!
Once again, he wins.
Since EVERYONE was hoping for a little girl this time we HAD to find out the gender beforehand. So we could all find out together (since everyone from Katie down was at a sitter's -- Miriam came with us), we averted our eyes at the critical moment, and asked the sonographer to write the sex down on a piece of paper. She was very sweet about it -- even including a couple shots of Evidence, and folding everything up carefully so we couldn't cheat. :)
....Aaaaaand the big reveal (along with a certain sassy person's reaction)......
| Miriam was incensed by Katie's commentary and erased it soon after. :) |
I say this is evidence of God's sense of humor, since I never pictured myself as a mother of boyS, plural. But I see how having boys has been good for me -- it's made me tougher. And boys are a little easier to figure out -- everything's on the surface for all to see. :) I'm happy that the boys have each other to shoot/wrestle/fight with. AND I'm glad we had the girls first!!

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