It's (gonna be) a GIRL! ... And a trip to the ER for Henry.

We were thrilled to find out that baby Dillon is a girl. I was 100% thrilled and Mark slightly thrilled. For some reason he's nervous that she'll have him wrapped around her little finger... I can't imagine! Regardless, this was very exciting news because I always wanted a girl and, well, we have a couple boxes of pink girls stuff from when we were told Henry was a girl. :-) This lucky lady already has two handmade quilts, a knit sweater and hat (thanks, Grandma!), and a knit dress from aunt Carol. She also has all of her room decor including a dust ruffle and curtains made by grandma. I'm glad grandma has those projects out of the way so she can focus on making more things for her first granddaughter. And of course we are not at all annoyed by everyone's hilarious question, "Are you SURE this time!?!?" Where is the "sarcasm" font when you need it? For all of you doubters, we will be having at least three more ultrasounds to monitor growth so we can continue to check for boy parts!

In other news, yesterday Henry started potty training. It was going really well until he fell backward off the arm of the couch and through our glass end table. It was one of the scariest moments of both of our lives--I do not recommend seeing your naked 2 year old lying in a pile of glass shards covered in blood. Thankfully he's fine. He had to have a few larger lacerations glued together and he went home covered in band aids but it could've been much worse. Tempered glass creates very large, pointy glass shards, FYI. As I stood there trying to mop off some of the blood from his head, face, and back, my mind went blank. I had to call Mark because I couldn't think of where the ER is. The blank moments were followed by very clear, sensible thoughts, such as, put clean clothes in the diaper bag... Bring a snack, it might be awhile... By the time we arrived his hands were completely red with blood and he had blood running down his hair and face. His shirt was soaked through in many spots. He had calmed down and the nurses joked about how stoic he was even though he looked like he'd just committed murder.

Needless to say, yesterday was very stressful. Mark was very smart and brought me flowers. Hopefully nothing exciting happens for at least 48 hours.

Check out the pictures--obviously two are ultrasounds. There's the picture of the broken table, and two of Henry in his Toy Story underwear! PS Mark was upset I didn't snap a photo of his son covered in blood. You'll have to use your imaginations.

2 years old and Baby #2 on the way!

Henry had the best 2nd birthday a little boy could ever ask for!  And... it went on and on.... Maybe one of the only perks of being far from friends and family.  Henry received gifts in the mail all of December.  Oh, and throw in Christmas and this little kid was opening presents nonstop.  We had so much fun celebrating at his TWO birthday parties, one with his little buddies in Chicago, and another with his family and friends in Michigan.  The theme for both parties was construction because Henry is really into trucks and tools!

Henry is keeping plenty busy this winter. We recently started gymnastics and Henry's continuing his swim lessons. He still loves hanging out with his little buddies at weekly play dates. We hardly miss playing at the park. Just kidding--we miss it.

In other news, we are excited (and NOT AT ALL NERVOUS) that we'll be having an addition to the family in June.  We are 18 weeks into this pregnancy (only 22 to go....) and things are going very well.  Last week I started feeling the baby move.  It's still nothing that an outsider can feel, but I'm sure that will happen soon enough.  On Tuesday we have an ultrasound to check out the baby's anatomy.  We are hoping we'll get a good look at the goods and will have an ACCURATE prediction of baby's gender!  I think it's a girl and Mark thinks it's a boy.  I guess we'll know in about 90 hours... not that I'm counting.  Don't worry--I'll keep you posted, as I'm certain each and every one of you is on the edge of your seat!

Ok here are a ton of pictures. The one of me in black is 17 weeks pregnant. (Mark said "stick out your stomach!")