A few month's ago on our family's site, I posted about our burgeoning laundry pile and my ill-attempts at keeping it from swallowing up our hallway and the children along with it.
With three little people, two big ones, and a dog the size of a small teenager, we make a lot of dirty laundry (which makes me start to wonder how Mary Alice does it!) My attempts to weed out the wearable clean clothes from the pile often are futile. My little stainmakers spill with the best of them. To top it off, laundry efforts in our home are less-than-stellar and I take full responsibility for often letting clothes sit for days in the washer, in the dryer, and then in the aforementioned hallway. Life takes precedence and laundry does not.
That day when I posted, overwhelmed by the growing pile of laundry in the hallway, I was met by such a jolly bunch of readers, who instead focused on one thing: the laundry colors. They marveled at the blues, browns, oranges, khakis, and the like, noticing a complete absence of any girlier tones--pinks, purples, fushias, lilacs, etc. I had never taken a moment to notice it before, but they were right. Our laundry here bleeds male colors through and through; as it should, we have 4 males and a male dog (and a mom who doesn't always wear girly tones either!) You could say we're as color-challenged as we are gender-challenged!
That is, until yesterday...When we met this little sweetheart at our 20-week ultrasound.
She is cute; she is healthy; and she has two X's.
And our laundry pile has never been happier.
We can't wait for pink!! Praise God.