Then we had a boy.
He is as boy as it gets. He has bumps and bruises, and can fill a diaper you can smell while you sleep. His crying and wailing can be heard clear down to the school. Ramsey is his best friend, regardless of his furry coat and four paws, and he loves to play with Mama's tool box. He trying to hammer the walls when I do, he wants to paint just like me, and since last weeks attempt of the house burning us out (ancient electrical outlet tried to start a fire) he is now interested in the outlets. His favorite place to play is by splashing in the toilet, and any puddle that he sees.
For mothers day I got a wonderful present... a toilet that couldn't really flush... all because Thierry flush one of Amandine and my personal primping tools...
who knew one of these would actually flush.