I HAVE TO BE HAVING A GIRL!!

I know, I know, it's been forever. It's the life of a puking mother.....what can I say? So.....updates. I have an ultrasound on October 7th and they should be able to tell the sex of the baby. I really think it's a boy, but haven't given up hope for a little girl. Hunter and Tanner are both 100% boy and frankly, I just NEED a girl. My Mom has informed me that this will do me no good, since I basically behaved worse than her boys anyway, but again, I'm hopeful.:) Everybody can have miracles happen, right? I'll get a girl and she won't be a beastly tom-boy like me. Actually, let me rephrase that. Tom-boy is fine, I can't handle frills.....as a matter of fact, I wouldn't know what to do with a prissy girl.....but I just need her to be an angel too. I'll let you know.

So, as for my boys, there are no words. I think Kyle has brainwashed them. Example: Saturday evening we went into the Tri-cities with Kyle. He had to transport fish from this portable kids' fishing pond at a fishing derby to Columbia Park Pond for work. I took the boys to see the fish in the glass pond before they moved them and thought they'd die from excitement. Tanner was convulsing, squealing, and diving for the fish. I thought we'd be safe if I kept them in the cab of Kyle's truck while they netted the fish and put them in his tank, but I'm an idiot. I had the window about halfway down......you know, it's a hatchery truck so circulation is necessary. Tanner repeatedly tried to climb out the window to dive into the pond all the while yelling, "DAD-DY!" Hunter on the other hand is yelling out, "KYLE! Look at all those fish!" The National Guard had something to do with the event and so one of them came up to the boys and asked them if they liked fish. Emphatic shakes of the head in the affirmative was the result. The guy laughed and asked what kind of fish they were. "Um, I think trout," says Hunter. When asked if they catch fish, "Yes, and they're this tall!" Hunter says while reaching his hand as high in the air as he could. The guy thought they were so cute he took their picture. But, do you know what I was thinking? It was more of an, "Oh my! My children are exactly like Kyle. What am I going to do?" This is the man who sprays synthetic elk urine on himself when he goes hunting and then plops down on my couch with no hesitation (and yes, thank goodness my couch covers are washable). It's the same man who thinks showering after working at a fish hatchery.....or a dairy for that matter....is unnecessary. So, let me state this one more time, I NEED A GIRL! I HAVE TO HAVE A GIRL! I know you're all laughing to yourself at the likelihood of that not happening, but you could at least humor me for awhile.....at least until the 7th.