Antsy

Sometimes you just need to get out.
Sometimes, even when winter has been mild, you desire sunshine.
Sometimes, when your husband has to go out of town for work, you just have to tag along.

Last weekend, our family did just that and we left the gloom of winter and headed for the sunshine in St. George.

We hiked around snow canyon discovering nooks and crannies:

The children had a few close calls but luckily we managed not to allow anyone to tumble off a cliff.

We played Where's Waldo. Jonas was always Waldo, wandering farther and higher than the rest of us.

Having three boys, rocks and sticks quickly became friends and props. Caleb enjoyed being a sand person from Star wars most of the first hike.

A good time was had by the big kids and the littlest ones.

We ate. A lot. But there are no pictures of that, because eating is too important to stop and photograph for prosperity.

We hung out at the hotel, and swam and played and relaxed. Mostly we just got really wired and weird.

Wired:

 And weird:

 The car ride home, was spent discussing baby names and future vacation plans, and wondering how on earth we will ever get anywhere with five children. FIVE. As in 1,2,3,4, and 5. I may or may not have had a panic attack. I do however know that if this kid is anywhere near as awesome as the rest of my crew, then we will manage somehow.

Besides, if anyone acts up, we can always strap someone to the roof of the car. I am sure it's nice up there.

The Verdict

We had out ultrasound Monday and I am happy to report that everything looks great with the baby. When it came time to find out the baby's gender, I found myself mentally repeating , "girl, girl, say girl."
Why, you ask?
It is not because I don't love my boys. I do. They are sort of the awesomest things on the planet.
It is because I have one lonely little girl who wants a protege.
It is because I have five brothers and I know what it's like watching your friends with sisters sharing clothes and arguing/talking late into the night, and feeling the pang of jealousy for something you won't ever really understand.
It is because three small boys in a row, sounds like the makings of a perfect storm that could wipe out any order to this house.
It is because my two little boys with me now are capable of so much noise and chaos that I have been sure a time or two they have given me an aneurysm.
But mostly it is because My husband has been right on guessing the gender of every single child of ours and I couldn't handle him being right on this one too, because he would rub it in my cute face FOREVER. And no one likes a husband who is right all that time, less than me, because we all know I am, or should be, at least the rightest.

But that perky little ultrasound tech, moved that magic wand over to my baby's legs and there was no denying it:
Boy.
Again.
And while I looked at Brian's smug face, and I did happen to utter, "Dang it!"

I am happy.

Happy that my lone daughter said she is dealing with it.
Happy that I know she will deal fabulously.
Happy that I can already see how much fun this new boy will have being trained in the ways of the Jedi's that are already running amok in our household.
Happy that Jonas gets to be king of the hill to these three adoring boys that will think he is God's gift to them.
Because he is.
I am happy to welcome a sweet boy into our home,
and I know that my husband is more than overjoyed to do the same.

But I swear, If I am a den mother for the rest of my life, I will hold it over all of those little boys' heads until the day I die.