My boy songs

Do you remember this post?

Well now there is another little boy in my life and I want to share this song again.  Although it was an "Eeli" song and will always be an "Eli" song I will probably start to sing this to Hugh too.  It's a favorite of mine-and I think you can all see why (read the lyrics or listen to the words) especially if you've brought a boy into this world. 



I don't know how many people asked...do you want a boy or a girl? Andy and I once again had opted out of finding out the sex of the baby.  I know everyone always says "healthy" is what they want.  I'm sure many expect healthy, especially if they have not had any problems and have had good prenatal care.  But Andy and I had a different experience than what most expect when we had Eli.  So this time, when people asked if we preferred a boy or a girl, we truly meant it when we said "healthy".  I seriously did not have a preference.  Because we have not declared this will be our last-either one was going to be fine.  I would love to have a girl (some day) but it did not have to be this time around.  Both sides of our families have only 1 granddaughter, but multiple boys.  I'm sure everyone is waiting for more girls.  But not us...we are just as ecstatic to have another little baby boy.  A brother for Eli.  A little brother.  Not only do we have lots of boy stuff aruond the house, I adore the little hats, little boy shoes, the sporty and trendy boy clothes.  I know boys. I don't have to learn "hair" (yet) and I love to say "the boys" and it encompasses all of them (sorry Bailee). 

Hugh-here are a few things I want you to know about your arrival:
1.  Contractions started at 2:30 am and I didn't go to the hospital until 12:30 in the afternoon the next day.  You weren't born until almost 6 pm.
2. I drank a Shamrock Shake from McDonalds while counting contractions.  We also went for multiple walks outside.
3.  Grandma Barb came to stay with Big Brother Elijah
4. There was a medical student in the room for the birth (on a Sunday?).  I asked him (jokingly) if this was his first live birth.  He paused and then said "yes".  HA!  This was so funny to me because I know a doctor never forgets their first surgery, first screw up or first live birth.  The next day he came to my room (neon pumas and shaggy hair) with his little note pad to ask me questions.  I asked him if I had traumatized him.  He said no and continued with his assessment. 
5. My OB wasn't there to deliver you because it was a Sunday.  The female doc I had was really nice and labor went really fast once they broke my water.  I had some intense contractions in my back that spurred them to check me again and realized I was ready to deliver you.  As I pushed (only 20 minutes) it was real relaxed in our room.  There were 5-6 medical professionals in the room and Andy.  Between pushes I would look at each persons face and think "yes, this is it.  This is how it is happening.  These are the people that are going to deliver my 2nd child".  It's so surreal when you are actually going through it.
6. You were healthy. You came out screaming the cutest scream ever.  Andy announced that it was a boy and you looked big.  Our hospital stay was uneventful and we took you home right away.  Now you are 12 days old and thriving.




Another of my favorites for little boys--a song my brother in law would sing to his son. Not sure of the meaning...not sure if the lyrics are right for little boys or not...but another favorite.