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.