So, please take note:
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT, DO NOT intend to become anytime in the near future, pregnant. Understand? Glad we could work that out.
Now that we've settled that, I would like to share a little conversation Gavin and I had while I was getting him ready for church yesterday.
Gavin: "Mom, I just don't want to do my hair. I just want to wear my hat."
Me: "Bud, we don't wear hats to church. We never wear hats to church."
Gavin, "But, Mom, I just want to wear my hat to church."
Me: "Honey, we don't wear hats to church because it's not very respectful to Heavenly Father."
Gavin (looking astonished): "He's going to be there?!?!"
Me (surpressing a giggle): "Yes, he's always there."
Gavin: "With my sister?"
I lost it at that point and honestly don't remember what was said next. Probably something to the effect of "You're going to be waiting a long time for a sister."
I think Keith really wants a girl. I'm not saying I wouldn't like having one, but I'm pretty sure Keith won't feel like his life is complete until we have both boys and girl(s). He would in fact not mind having one sometime in the near future (refer to disclaimer). Since I am apparently being stubborn (I forgot that selflessly giving your body up for 9 months is being stubborn...) Keith is always saying things to Gavin like, "Tell Mom you need a sister. Wouldn't you like to have a sister, buddy?" Gavin responds with telling my parents he's going to have a sister, and telling me he needs 20 sisters. Ugh. And what if our next baby (again refer to disclaimer) happens to be another brother? Well, we will be thrilled because a baby is a baby whatever way you look at it and we'll just be happy and call ourselves blessed.
Out of the mouths of babes...