Sons vs. Daughters

Since we were supposed to find out the baby's gender last week, the topic has been on my mind a lot lately.  Too bad the little stinker wouldn't cooperate and show us the goods.

Anyway, before I had kids, I would have said my ideal number of kids was two, one boy and one girl, the boy being first.  I think a lot of people probably think that way.  It's like having a complete set or something.  Obviously, I did not end up with a son first.  When they announced that it was a girl, I was too preoccupied with making sure that she was okay (remember, I had had an emergency c-section) to really think about the gender.  Without all that drama, would I have been disappointed?  Or just excited to finally meet the little one?  I guess it doesn't matter because she was mine and I've loved her ever since.  

Now I can't imagine anything different.  How glad I am that Eggy turned out to be a girl!  Girl clothes are so much cuter!  (Sorry but boy clothes are only cute up to a certain age and I'm not really into puppies or monkeys or dinosaurs.)  And I've never been surprised with a stream of urine to the face during a diaper change.  So this time, I want another girl. I really really really want Eggy to have a sister.  I have a sister so I want Eggy to have that same kind of relationship with her sibling, fights and all.  And of course I'd get to recycle all of Eggy's old clothes again and buy even more cute clothes!

But here's the biggest thing.  What's that saying?  A son is a son until he gets married but a daughter is a daughter forever.  It's totally true.  If I have a son, he'll grow up, get married, and have his own family.  His wife will be #1 in his life as it should be and I'll be the mother-in-law.  (My own mother-in-law is great and the hubs has a good relationship with her but what if I turn into that psycho mother-in-law?)  But your daughter will always stay with you.  When she has her family, she'll probably need you more even.  I know that once I had Eggy, I grew closer to my mom because I felt I had a better understanding of her and a much greater appreciation for everything she's done for me.   

I must sound really selfish and petty.  After all, if I had had a son first, I'd probably be saying something totally different.  Most of our friends have boys and they're all so adorable.  I should just be glad that I'm pregnant with a healthy (so far, knock on wood) baby, no matter what the gender.  And I am.  And I'm sure I'll be excited and thrilled when the baby is finally here, boy or girl, but I can't help hoping and wishing.  At least, I already have one girl and she really is the bestest.  I don't know what I'd do if I had two (or more) sons.  No offense to moms of only boys.  You guys are the toughest moms I know; I just don't think I could be that tough.  

I also think because Eggy was a relatively easy baby (even now, she's so good!) that I'm hoping the second one, if it's a girl, will be similar.  But I don't think we can be that lucky twice.  If the first one is good, the second one has to be high maintenance, right?  Maybe I'm not just hoping for another girl but Eggy 2.0.  

I'm pretty sure I just jinxed myself with a colicky, high maintenance, fussy baby boy who will pee on me every chance he gets because of all my complaining.  The universe is just waiting to give me a bitch slap.  Actually, I just need to read this and I'll hit myself for being such a whiner.  Then, I'll go give Eggy a big hug. 

Conversations on the potty

Eggy (pooping):  (PLOP! splash!) A big one, like appah. (plop) Little one, like Eggy.  

A little bit later...

Eggy:  (Plop!)  That's you, umma!  I make it for you!  

Me:  Uhh, thanks....  

She knows what big and little mean but I really should teach her about medium size.  I don't like being compared to poop.  

Also, while Eggy poops, she likes to hold my hands.  For support?  I think she needs the help to brace herself.  Anyway, so she's pooping and holding both my hands and she says, "We're in a boat.  Like Rapunzel.  (She's talking about this scene.)  Sing the song, umma."

So, yes, we sang the song together.  

It's really cute when she does it with her dad.  Of course, he doesn't have to do it when she's on the toilet.  Instead, they sit on the changing pad together which is their "boat" and they sing it.  Except he doesn't know the words so she makes me sing it with her while I'm off on the side.  I get to be Pascal the chameleon while she's Rapunzel and her dad is Flynn Rider.  At the end of the song, she gives him a kiss.    I get nothing.  Except to smell her poop fumes.  

Daddy's a sucker

We stopped by Nordstrom last night after dinner because Eggy likes to get a balloon from the kids' shoe department.  While we were there, I made her try on some Ugg boots.  I don't know if she was more excited about the shoes or the balloon.  

Anyway, so I wasn't ready to buy them yet.  One - they're pretty expensive, especially since she'll only wear them for such a short time before she outgrows them.  And two - I wanted to wait to see if we're having another girl (we find out tomorrow!) before I buy more things for Eggy.  If Eggy's getting a sister, then I don't feel as guilty as buying as much clothes as I want because it will all get handed down anyway.  But if it's a boy, then I'm going to have to buy all new clothes again.  That means $$$$$.

Well, Eggy appah, who really doesn't want me spending money wants us to save more, could not resist and insisted we get them right away.  She ended up wearing them out the store.  Luckily, my parents said they would buy them for her for Christmas.  Merry early Christmas to Eggy!

I'm kind of jealous because I kind of wanted a pair for myself.  Although I'm sure that I would not look this cute.  

Dirty Look

We should be teaching Eggy Chinese since China will inevitably rule the world one day but so far, she seems to be connecting more with her Korean side.
Perfecting the dirty look:

Hide and Seek

One of Eggy's favorite games is hide and seek.  It took her a while to learn the concept of hiding.  She'd make us count but run out when we got to ten.  She liked to do the hiding and the seeking.
Now she knows to stay hidden until we find her.  Of course, we have to put in a lot of effort to look for her because she is just so darn sneaky and a master of concealment.  Otherwise, she gets mad.