Henry-etta.

     I'm humiliated. I was POSITIVE that I was carrying a boy---and I was WRONG! Yesterday, we had our gender reveal ultrasound. The technician started by asking what we thought we were having. I said with conviction: "It's a boy." He started laughing. "Well, it's a girl." And, with a smile on his face, he typed it on the screen. "What?!?! Are you sure? Because I really think it's a boy." So he turned to a different angle, where a blind person could tell that it is definitely a girl. All I could say was, "No way. No way. No way." It's not that I wanted a boy more or anything, it's just that I had total faith in the Chinese gender calendar. Boo. The good news is, we have everything we need for a girl, including all the newborn clothes that London was too large from birth to fit into. The bad news is, we have no idea what we are going to name her. I picked out London when I was twelve and Kyle and I loved Henry before we even got married. So as crazy as it sounds, I'm horrified that I only have 5 months left to pick the perfect name! 
     Thinking about having another girl is so exciting! Will she be a daddy's girl? Will she be a tomboy? Will she have curly, red hair too? There's no question that our girls will be best friends!!!!

     Last weekend, my mom, siblings, Kyle, London, and I drove my uncle's minivan to San Diego for Taryn's graduation. We were there long enough to watch the graduation and enjoy a celebratory Italian dinner. It was by far the shortest trip home I have ever taken, but being there with her for such a huge milestone was priceless. She was glowing! 

London sleeping on Auntie Tarynie's bed.