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It turns out...

...that we've got just about enough testosterone in this family. Even if they are pretty cute.

Baby 3D is a GIRL!!! Somehow I already knew it, but was afraid to believe it.

Paul sums it up nicely-- "This just got expensive, didn't it?" He's a wise man. After 2 boys, I believe it is my right-- nay, my DUTY!-- to indulge in some sparkly/frilly/ruffly stuff. And given that she'll be the first granddaughter on either side of the family in over 20 years, I doubt I'll be the only one who feels that way.

But let's be honest. A girl with two older brothers will be able to make fart jokes with the best of 'em. I already love her so much.

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The Fox and the Ham

These guys...

love nothing more in the world than the after-dinner movie and popcorn. Tonight we watched 'The Fox and the Hound'... except for that Brady couldn't remember the word 'hound', and kept saying 'ham'. 'The Fox and the Ham' would have been a much shorter movie.

All Zack was concerned with was 'More pah-corn, peeeease!'

They make me laugh.

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You noticed

It's no secret that I haven't been exactly diligent about blogging as of late, and I didn't think anyone (well, anyone I'm not related to) was reading anymore. I honestly wasn't trying to be coy by slipping "pregnant belly" into the middle of a paragraph on snowball fights-- I just assumed that anyone who would read it would already know!

It turns out that I was wrong, and there are still a few of you out there in internet-land who are hanging around (or a least haven't cleared me out of your Google readers)! So... hi all!

And yes, we are expecting baby #3 (who is going by 3D at the moment... or else Pedro, but that's an entirely different story) in July! We don't know yet if it's a boy or a girl (Brady will only refer to the baby as a 'she', Paul is convinced that it's a boy because "we make boys-- it's what we do"), but we are planning to find out (hopefully next week!). Brady and Zack don't know it yet, but this also means that they will soon be venturing into the wonderful world of sharing a room. So... yeah. We'll see how that goes over. It's all in he marketing, right?

To be honest, we hadn't come to a 100% certain conclusion on whether we would have a third child. I've always felt like there would be 3, and Paul said he was happy either way, but there are always all the practical considerations-- can we afford it? Do we have the space? Can we handle 3 under 5? So when the decision was essentially made for us, it was actually a huge relief. A bit of a surprise, perhaps, but a very happy one. It feels right, and I'm outrageously grateful. 

Am I nervous? You better believe it. But if 2 kids is good, then 3 must be better, right (please don't ell me if you disagree)? And if life is already crazy (and I can assure you it is), why not just keep the ball rolling?

We did pretty well in the baby lottery the first 2 times, so now we're going for the baby trifecta. 

It took long enough...

...but after 7 years of living in Nebraska, we finally, REALLY played in the snow.

And it took a guy from sunny Southern California to get us to do it.

We take for granted what is there all the time-- and for us this time is year, that tends to be snow.

So it took Crazy Uncle Andy (my brother) visiting from Santa Barbara, where there is NEVER snow, to get us all excited about bundling up and playing outside. It's the same as how nobody in LA actually sees the Hollywood walk of fame unless their relatives are visiting from Oklahoma.

Anyway, we played with our new sled, made snow angels, and Andy and Brady built a snowman. I had my first real snowball fight (Andy is guilty of a few cheap shots, namely when I would turn around to make sure my kids weren't running into the street... and I also had to remind him not to hit me in my pregnant belly), and it was great. Zack kept managing to get snow in his gloves, so he and I didn't last all that long outside. Andy and Brady, on the other hand, were in it for the long haul.

Am I in a big hurry to spend 20 minutes bundling the kids so we can be cold anyway again? Not especially, and certainly not without an eager assistant like Andy (Brady is another story, and I'm sure he'll be dragging me outside soon). But at least we can say we've done it, and it was fun. It was a long time coming, but I feel like we just became a tiny bit more Nebraskan.

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