I dreamed of a girl, expected a girl. From the moment that I learned I was pregnant I had one of those strange intuitions where I just knew it was a boy. I remember looking at those two lines and saying out loud to myself, "it's a boy". I was at peace with it. I was excited to have a son but also worried. I just didn't have experience with little boys and constantly heard they were these wild insane animals.
car race. the tractor won... what an upset!
And yes, Little Smith is a wild man... but a truly amazing one. He's been obsessed with cars from birth and rejected all my gender neutral dollies. Guess what? Cars are cool. I am finding that I love having a little guy and embracing that he seems to be drawn to the typical boy stuff for now. Hopefully he will share a few of my big passions (art, gardening, cooking) and maybe I can convince him to have the occasional tea party!
I know girls are wonderful too, we love our girl friends and lots avoid the uber-pink-sparkle fest. Some day maybe I'll have a girl and I'm sure I'll be just as shocked by how incredible they are too... but I am so loving this boy.