A boy. Wait, a boy!?
So we've got a new child in the house. It's a boy. A boy! Now I was all well and good with this, until he actually got here. I had thought that we had been fairly gender-neutral in our parenting of Peanut. But apparently not. First of all she definately had a pink fetish. So this boy, who is 2, and fits into some of Peanut's just outgrown clothes, is wearing pink footy pajamas tonight. I'm open to that. The daycare has said that they are very open to that "and don't let society tell you otherwise", so all is good until we get some cloths for him tomorrow. But the thing about boys - when they sit on the potty - WOW! That sure would be an arc all the way to the sink if he actually went! We have a little to learn. The daycare worker says we have to instruct him to point his little unit down and then we won't have a HUGE mess to clean up. Oie! things I never thought of! I haven't got a nickname for him yet. We've only had him for 24 hours. It is something getting used to having a wee one in the house again.