When I was starting out my family, I always thought I wanted a boy. Partly because I had only been around my two brothers and thought, they were pretty fun! I thought maybe Mike would want a “son”…someone to kick tires with and he could show him how to do guy things. Mike insisted if the baby was healthy, he would be happy.
First born…my daughter. I loved having a girl. The clothes were cute and she was such a sweet one. Then the next pregnancy came and I had mixed emotions. We named the ”stomach”
Jeffery Earl…I liked the name Jeff and my father’s name was Earl. Not knowing how many children we would have, I thought, IF I have only two, then I would want another girl. If I were to have more, I would like a son..yes, a little boy to go with my little girl. I had a brother and could give one to Sallie.
Well, Erin Elizabeth came along and she was my girl, but gave me a run for my money. She was our “son”. She liked trucks and sports and was so different to raise than Sallie.
Then comes the first grand child. I got the sweetest, fiestiest little girl you could have. I was in heaven. I figured I was going to have all girls in my life, but she was healthy and by gosh, don’t wish for more.
Then last June, Erin gave us a grandson! Is this not a picture of a little boy. I think Norman Rockwell would have painted this boy.
It might be a wee bit out of focus, because seldom does Peyton stop moving!
Wazzu warrior
