I prayed for a boy, I got a boy...what did I get myself into?

After I had my daughter I was determined to have a son. I needed a man to pass on my husbands legacy. Surprisingly to me this was more important to me then it was to my husband. He was perfectly content with 2 girls. When that ultrasound came back in November of 2005 I was so happy to see that turtle smiling at me. When he was born I knew I was in trouble and I confirmed it today.

Today was my daughters thanksgiving lunch. I was very excited to attend with her. We got our trays and headed back to homeroom. As I sat at a desk fit for a 8 year old and tryed to shovel potatos in my mouth with a spork my son ran around and tryed out everything. He grabbed morning meeting balls. He was stealing other childrens food and ignoring ours. I was pratically in tears as I threw my plate away and he was reaching for the fire alarm. I picked him up swiftly and waved goodbye to the class. I gave my daughter a kiss on the forehead and headed out the door.

I put him on the ground and he takes off. There is a huge fox with a rabbit in his mouth. You can guess what he did next. Chased to poor thing down into its hole. I was going to take a picture but the scare of rabies won me over. We finally got home 30 minutes later. I am still trying to convince myself I have a typical two year old boy. But sometimes I really think I gave birth to the devil himself. God give me sanity, I need it today.