Last Monday, we were going through the regular adjustments of first-time soon-to-be parents. It sounded something like this:
"TYLER! HELP ME WITH MY SOCKS! MY FEET ARE TOO FAR AWAY!"
and
"CAELI! WE WILL NOT BUY ANY MORE FACELESS WILLOW TREE FIGURINES...WE NEED TO SAVE FOR A BABY!"
Despite our pre-baby anxieties, we couldn't wait to welcome a little stranger into our family. I had read a quote on a favorite blog that said it best:
"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bank balance smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for."
We tried to make a bet about the gender (If Tyler lost, he was going to have to start road cycling with STRETCHY PANTS, and if I lost, I would have to drive a mini-van someday). Only the bet didn't work cause both of us thought it was going to be a boy.
Tyler's family history didn't include a recipe for girls.