I know you want to see pictures of Christian. I know you want to hear my labor story. And I know you are wondering what's been taking me SO LONG to post anything about my third child.
Life has moved on, and rather quickly, too. In Christian's first week of life, we went to two museums, out to eat, and to the playground.
In his second week of life, I went back to church to sing in the choir, hosted a preschool graduation party at my house, and had my entire family come stay at our house (6 adults, 5 kids under one roof - and we weren't at the beach!).
Yesterday he got blessed at church.
So we're just cruising right along. And I promise to update you with pictures and stories. In the meantime, here's something HILARIOUS you just have to know.
"CROUCH!"
For some reason, Michael has decided against the normal "pee pee" and "bum" anatomy terms and has opted to use the term "crotch" when refering to such regions on the body with the girls. However, he's made it funny (and maybe worse?) by changing the pronounciation to "crouch." So now we hear phrases coming from the bathroom in our house like "I've gotta wipe my crouch."
Nice.
And ever since I learned I was having a little boy, I was wondering at what point the girls would discover the "differences between girls and boys." You know, in the crouch area. Me never having grown up with a brother, I was much, much older than my girls before such a truth came to my attention.
When Christian was 6 days old, the family headed to an art museum to paint, sculpt, weave, and glue - and mainly get two little girls out of the house.
Shaelyn painted a beautiful rainbow. Then announced that she wanted to paint a picture of Christian. She wanted it to be very realistic. "What color are his eyes, Mommy?" "What color are his lips, Mommy?" "What's his favorite color to wear?"
She decided on yellow and proceeded to paint his body. Complete with 3 legs. Without even waiting for a prompting from me, she announced, "And that's his funny crouch."
Put it down for one of the funniest things she's ever said.
And I apologize to the moms of all of Shaelyn's little friends who have not yet learned the truth about "crouch differences." I'm sure Shaelyn will soon be educating them on the anatomy of the funny crouch.
