Seven years ago today, I got a little April Fool’s Day present. He was 9 pounds, 2 ounces and 19 inches of perfection. He’s my Bear, my youngest heathen, and he is a weirdo.
Up until 2 days before he was born, one doctor, four nurses and five ultrasounds told me that he would be a girl.
I knew better, and did not buy a single pink thing…not even a onesie. Sure enough, on my pre-surgury check-up, a radiology tech told me what I already knew…I was about to have another little boy.
Now he’s 7, and still has us wrapped around his little finger.
If I didn’t have baby-fever before, I sure do now…