After posting a video of Finn, someone commented that he didn’t seem to be a baby anymore. I’ve also noticed this recently and so Allison and I decided to get another baby. That old one was losing it’s new baby smell. Come to think of it…most of the time he smells terrible. Unless of course he’s just been removed from the bathtub. And even that’s not always the case. For instance, this morning that old baby pooped in the bathtub. The nerve of some people.

That last paragraph was a lie. Not all of it. Finn did indeed poop in the bathtub this morning. The part where I said Allison and I “decided” to have another baby. More truthfully, the weather decided for us to have another baby. It’s cold. It’s boring. We’ve got to find something to do and what can I say…the woman just can’t keep her hands off of me.

All of these variables add up to one sum – baby #3. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a little under-my-breath prayer today as we got our ultrasound to see that there was ONLY ONE baby in there. Thank you Jesus. Twins would mean selling both cars and taking at least, but not limited to, a 2-week vacation in the University Hospital Psych Ward.

Ava and Finn were born 2 years and 364 days apart. This new baby is expected to arrive somewhere around September 26th – which will probably be a rainy day. My birthday is in September and I swear it rains almost every year on my birthday. Ava and I have deduced that the sex of said baby is in her favor either way. If it’s a baby sister…win. This means Ava will have a baby sister. If it’s another baby brother…win. This means Ava gets to be the only girl and none of her girly stuff will get messed with, save for the glittery lip balms that make for great markers on walls.

We’re excited and we’re terrified. Going from one to two kids wasn’t twice as hard…it was seven times harder. What will going from two to three hold for us? At the very least…we’ll have to change our defense strategies. It will no longer be man-to-man coverage…from this point forward, it’s zone defense. If their little brains worked together, they could easily schedule a revolt. We’ll need to call in more subs and elicit a mercy rule.

As I looked at the ultrasound monitor today and I saw our new little miracle’s heartbeat flutter – my heart swelled. At the same time I thought our new baby looked like a cat. Our magic-wand-wielding technician explained to us that there was an egg sack that the baby was feeding on ( so awesome ) and that was the large Gargoyle head-like thing above our baby. The more I looked at the image about…the more I saw this Gargoyle. And you know how it goes – you cannot un-see something. For the record, Allison does not like that I think the ultrasound looks a little bit like a Gargoyle. Sorry babe….also for the record you looked great in that sweater you were wearing today.

And so we’re going to be that young couple with 3 kids. Wait…holy crud. We’re almost 30.

When did that happen?

This little boy loves to dance. And we love to watch him.