Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I immediately started thinking about a little girl. All the things we'd do together. Pretty little dresses. Tea sets and dolls.
Then about two weeks after I found out, I started having dreams about dark-haired boys and men. And those dreams lasted the whole pregnancy.
When we had the ultrasound that could determine the sex, I told Jeff that if it wasn't a boy, I'd fall right off that table. And sure enough, I was right.
There went the baubles and bows and dolls and dresses.
Now that I have a boy, though, I can't imagine it any other way.
Cars and blocks and rough-housing and super heroes. And sometimes, you find subtle little reminders that your child is a boy.
Here's one I found today:
|What could make an antique milk glass bowl |
from my Granny even better? My boy's basketball.