oohhh, BOY!

Let me preface this by saying that Miles is the most wonderful little boy I could ever imagine. He is amazingly affectionate, loves to give kisses, snuggles, hugs. His favorite self-soother is to run his fingers (remarkably gently) through my hair, which is quite endearing. He has an infectious sense of humor and laughs often, agreeably cleans up his toys (with encouragement), listens well, sleeps well, eats well, and is generally an incredibly great little person who we love having in our lives.

All that said, he is a boy in every sense, and becoming more boy every day. And he's pushing me to the brink of sanity. I have developed this terrible fear that my third little dragon will be another boy ... and I don't think I can do it! My pregnancy dreams (why do I only dream when pregnant? I hate dreaming) almost exclusively involve some dramatic exaggeration of Miles' less-than-ideal little boy actions.  I've been thinking lots about my Aunt Margaret (who has 4 boys), my Aunt Lisa (who raised 3), my M-I-L and Grandma Mary (who each had 4 along with multiple girls) ... and I tell myself that if they can do it, then I could survive 2 ... and then I wake up in terror because I am not sure I could survive 2!!!