It's A Boy!

I couldn't wait to hear those three little words eight months ago. I painted my baby's nursery blue and stocked up on sports themed onesies. I was so excited to have a boy!

Yesterday was Cutie Pie's eight month birthday. Da Da and I took him to the Butterfly Museum. We arrived with cameras poised, anticipating that special shot of Cutie Pie looking at one of millions of butterflies or better yet, a butterfly actually landing on our Cutie Pie. Cutie Pie enjoyed flirting with the other children in the exhibit. He didn't seem to really notice the butterflies but I'm sure he saw some. Da Da and I weren't giving up. We held Cutie Pie and stood in the sunny spots where the butterflies seemed to congregate. Cutie Pie began to sweat. His head was actually wet from sweat. We moved him to the shade.

Cutie Pie wanted to get down and crawl. Walking around in Mommy and Da Da's arms is just not his idea of a good time anymore. He squirmed and wriggled around making it impossible for a butterfly to get close. I realized that my child is no delicate flower. No butterfly in their right mind was going to fly near him for fear of being accidentally whacked out of the air a la King Kong.

We managed to get some pictures of Cutie Pie then decided to call it a day. On the way home, Cutie Pie reached another special milestone. He learned how to spit. He's been blowing raspberries for a while now but today he took it a step further to full on spitting. He spit and spit and Da Da would turn his head from the driver's seat in the car and he'd make spit noises back at Cutie Pie then they would both laugh and laugh. I felt like a foreigner in my own family.

I guess this is what it means to be the mother of a boy. Cutie Pie is sweaty, active and loves to spit. It's a boy!

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