Boy, oh Boy?

I had a doctor's appointment today. It was pretty routine: pee in a cup, blood pressure, then wait. When the doctor arrived, she measured my belly. I'm 16 weeks, but I measure 20 weeks. Then, we listened to the babies' heartbeats. Baby A's was 144 and Baby B's was 142. The doctor said, "sounds like you might have two boys in there!" Yikes. Seriously, two baby boys? That freaks me out. Not that there's anything wrong with boys. All my friends' baby boys are beyond adorable and incredibly precious. I'm just so used to a girl, that two boys intimidates me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about two boys all day. I guess it'll be good to mentally prepare myself for my ultrasound next month, where I'll find out the sexes for sure (as long as the babies cooperate). So, until then...

"Impossible," you say? Not in my family.

Now, I know a lot of people have trouble with family. Whether it be with the infamous MILs, kids not getting along with step-monsters, or parents not getting along with parents, the trouble always seems to surface somewhere, right? Well, you're not going to believe it when I say it, but, not in my family. I'm one of the fortunate few. Here's proof:

For Mother's Day this year, my mom invited all the girls to the North Shore for the weekend. "The girls" included my mom, me, Linnea, my step-mom Linda and my mother-in-law Tamara. I promise you no drama unfolded. We had a wonderful weekend....eating, hiking, shopping, etc. It was great to see all Linnea's grandma's together taking care of her and showering her with love. I know Linnea felt incredibly special. She thought the whole Mother's Day weekend was just for her, I'm certain of it.

I'm incredibly blessed to have such great relationships with my "moms." It should always be a happy Mother's Day in my family. :-)

Like Mother, like Daughter

The joys of daily life with Linnea:

Linnea and I stopped at the bank today while we ran errands. I needed to deposit some checks, and I had her on my lap while I filled out the deposit slips. She started getting squirmy, so I gave her the pen. That didn't work. I also gave her a deposit slip. That didn't work for long, but all the sudden she was still. Then, she pointed to the wall and said, "Ohhhhhhh, fish fish fish!" It was the cutest thing ever. She saw a bunch of decorative fish on the wall, and went nuts over them. She's really into "fishies." Way to make a mama proud! It's no secret that mommy is quite into fishies too. In my mind, there's nothing more fascinatingly beautiful than the ocean and it's inhabitants (other than my Linnea, of course). It appears Linnea is on her way to developing the same fondness. Oh, like mother, like daughter. I love it.