People who read my blogger pregnancy journal might remember that I was a bit sad when it turned out Noah was a boy. Glad too. But sad. And a little more nervous than that post sounds, I think. At least that is how I remember it.
Well I am loving having a boy, so far. Of course we aren’t really into the “look mom a booger!” stage or the socialization of other boys stage or the teenage boy stage. But this is what I have learned: I may not be knowledgeable about having a boy, or even about boys in general. But I do know Noah and that is the key. And Noah is yes, loud and wild some of the time but he is also gentle and generous.
