Blake and baby news

My little man is as mischievous as most 2.5 year olds. As I'm taking this picture I'm telling him not to draw on his arm...he continues to stare right at me and draw all over his arm. Ugh. He is my little helper though. He LOVES to do laundry. All day everyday and night. Today was laundry day and he was happy to help. But he was put on time out from the laundry a few times too. For some reason throwing all the towels in the house, clean or dirty, is not enough. Throwing all the decorative pillows, dry-clean only included, in the washer. Oh and my backpack and his shoes and the list goes on. He also loves to cook with me. Especially if I'm using the kitchen-aid. He knows its go time when the apron comes out. We love our little helper!

Two fridays ago I had another ultrasound. I was very disgruntled that I had to go to see a high risk doctor. I have a clotting issue called Factor V Leiden, like many of my family members on my mom's side. So I was all angry about being there since I had no issues when I was pregnant with Blake. But something good came of it. The ultrasound technician was chatting with me while she was doing her thing. She asked if we were going to find out what we were having. I said "Yes, I have another ultrasound scheduled in 5 weeks...unless you can tell me!" She said she could give me an educated guess, so of course I wanted to know. She was showing me a line on the screen, boys and girls have them at the same length at this stage. I don't know what that line was, sorry. She then said because of the way the line pointed she was 80% positive it was a girl. So we're having a girl! My friend Whit had a very very similar ultrasound experience at this stage and the technician was right in the end. D and I were so sure we were having a boy. But Blake said all along that it was a gwull baby...and her name was to be Cracker or House. Haha. I was a little indifferent at first. I was so positive it was a boy, plus I was looking forward to only having to buy diapers. I have everything from Blake.  But now that I've been checking out all the cute baby girl clothes I'm tickled. I've already bought her some cute frilly things.  I want to name her Naomi. I have a great grandma Naomi and a friend Naomi from our BYU married ward that I adore. I associate the name with kind wonderful women. Within the last year, while at the temple, I felt impressed to tell Damien that Naomi was going to be one of our daughters names. This happened twice. He still hasn't warmed up to it. Hopefully he will. He likes the name Chana, its russian and it sounds like the beginning part of Hanukkah, without the kah. And one of his old students in Utah that we love is Chana. I like that and a few others he likes. We still have 26 more weeks to argue about the order!