Josiah

I thought about trying to come up with something clever for this post. But, in the end what more needs to be said?

Mo is of course thrilled beyond words, as am I.
 I preferred a girl for purely selfish and shallow reasons (Christmas baby dresses are adorable). I'd say my disappointment was short lived, but I don't recall feeling disappointed. I don't think I genuinely cared about gender. I wanted a baby.

We, of course, went shopping immediately before going home. The adrenaline surge was intense. Mo got cute little pajama thing (with feet) that matched the bedding set. It's adorable. I saw many things I knew I would be getting for the child sooner or later (there is one outfit at Babies R Us that will happen) and saw this killer baby bodysuit online. But, as one may expect, the first thing I got for Josiah was Legos. I know the age for the toy is 1.5 and up*. I don't care.

My father made sure to mention that Josiah will be the first-born son, of a first-born son, of a first-born son, of a first-born son. So that's kinda cool.




*I know it says to 5, but that's crap.