plenty of boy clothes already, but...

I think baby #3 deserves at least one outfit to call his own! And he shall have it before his debut in June.

Another little boy. I have to say, I'm not surprised, I'm not upset, I'm not disappointed--never was from the moment we found out on Friday. In fact, I find that the more I think about it, the happier I am that we'll have yet another little man in our growing family. After all, with boys as fun and cute and just plain boyish as ours, who couldn't be happy to be getting another one?

And yet I get the feeling that so many people are surprised that we're not disappointed, or they are readily disappointed for us. Even the ultrasound tech apologized when she told us we were having another boy. I think part of it is because most people assume that three kids is our limit--it's not, we've always wanted four; and I think another part of it is that people assume we must be tired of raising boys and ready to move on to something else--we're not, and the little boys we do have are so vastly different that we're quite looking forward to seeing what this next one will be like--they're not little clones by any stretch of the imagination.

No, I can't say I'm in the least disappointed to be a mother of boys. Quite the opposite, actually. I've always had a vision of what an ideal man is, and what every man should be, and it doesn't take much observation to see that the world needs more "real" men--desperately needs them. And I'm thankful that God's giving me the opportunity to help teach at least three little boys what it means to be a man. And I'm especially thankful that they have a living example of godly manhood in their daddy, who I can easily point to and say, "That's what it means to be a man."

Do I want a little girl? Absolutely. I long for one. But if the Lord never blesses me with a daughter, I can honestly say that I will be more than happy with my crop full of little men.