Boy Part Deuce

So there you have it, Heirloom Tomato Coleman is a boy. I will spare you the uber creepy ultrasound pics. The tech this time was kind of odd. I mean this one wanted to chit chat about illegal immigrants and health care reform, which don't get me wrong is SO much better than the last time where the ultrasould place gave up people's ultrasound photos for pro-life propaganda. . . but that is different story. She printed out two photos for us, one the skeleton face baby and the other is the feet. I think Ed wanted the one of his "turtle".

It was such a HUGE relief to see that everything looked good.

Junior got to see photos of his baby brother which he still insists is baby sister. He was less than impressed. He has also been sick, which I am convinced has turned him from sweetface monkey boy to "Nasty Baby".

All day today he was a total a-hole. Except for the time spent at Target. Whiney, crying, up at 6:15 AM not eating, hitting, falling down, abusing the dog a-hole. Afterall, I am not sure you were aware of this but, toddlers are a$$holes.

I even took him out to see his daddy ice fishing. Junior screamed the whole drive out there "Junior Fishing!" "Daddy fishing" "Erik fishing!" "Mommy Sleeping!" "Milllkkk mommy!" He is learning to say please which offers one moment of redemption in a cloud of otherwise total a-holeness. On a rare occasion he will say thank you. Last night during our marathon 1+ hour bedtime ritual he kept standing up in my lap and saying "huggy hug" and "smoochy smooch". Then he would hug and kiss me. It was hard to tell him to quit it and close his eyes and GO TO SLEEP!