When I found out I was pregnant I knew I was having a girl. I looked at all things girly. For some reason it never dawned on me that I would have a boy. My sister had a boy six months before I found out I was pregnant and we had all been thrilled because that was what we all wanted.
My mom had two girls and we knew my Dad would be over the top to have a grandson. A grandson it was and oh how joyous it was! Six months later I found out I was expecting and we all thought "okay we had the grandson bring on the bows and tutus". God had other plans.
This wild child of mine is all boy. He is rough and tough with a touch of mean and lots of lovin. How did he learn wrestling moves I have no idea. I think it was born in him. Just like how he knows the sound a car makes and no one ever taught him. I think there are certain things boys just know.
I love this picture of Jack. I caught him mid laugh. Each time I said "choo choo" he would crack up so I grabbed my phone. Oh that laughter, so infectious.
He is a handful, believe me, such a handful. He is also such a joy. He can make me belly laugh like no other.