Girls are SOOO much fun....

When Scott & I were on the way to find out what sex Beckett was he finally admitted that after giving it some thought he really wasn't indifferent as to the sex of our first born child. He secretly yearned for a little boy. I did too. I would have been fine with either but I really wanted a little boy. Well, when I was preggers with Monroe I was overwhelmed with how much I desperately wanted a little girl. As the technician was doing the ultrasound and as she moved closer to the time where the sex was revealed I found myself holding my breathe, as my heart would race and I would try to convince myself that if it was a boy that I would be super happy (which I am sure I would have been) but deep down I had my heart set on a little girl. I kept looking at the screen seeing if I could make out anything and then she said. There she is. I had never heard 3 more beautiful words. Before I knew it I was crying. When the ultrasound was finished I looked at Scott and he looked like he was going to be sick or like he had just been hit by a train or something. I asked what was wrong and he said. "I am never going to be able to tell her no or punish her. You will have to give her all of her timeouts." She has had us wrapped tautly around her little finger from the second we knew who she was. That hasn't exactly been the case but I have a feeling that as she grows into her personality she is going to get away with ALOT.

I am afraid to meet her full grown attitude; her 15 month attitude is getting pretty big.

Roo-B saying cheese.

One of her favorite new things is walking around the house with my shoe[s] on and saying "MA SHOES".

I LOVE LOVE LOVE my little girl.