If you read the previous blog you can see the details of my pregnancy as Aaron shared the same living space with Abbey for 40 weeks. I will add this part in though, I always imagined that I would have a house full of boys probably because I grew up on the streets with my brothers playing street hockey or in the belford's backyard playing soccer. We often made forts and I would pee in them just to see what Terry and Michael would say..they were never pleased!
I was 17 weeks pregnant when they did the "sex of the baby" ultra sound and they checked out baby A first (abbey) the ultra sound tech stated these exact words..not me "ohhhh she has a vagina" at that moment I thought oh dang, I am going to have three girls...as she smothered my over sized belly in the really cold jelly and pressed the instrument across my mountainous lump she looked at me and said "ohhhhh he has a penis" I have never in my life heard the word penis before and got so excited...I was getting my BOY!!
When Aaron was a baby he talked himself to sleep at night. The children's grandmother Barbara told me to record the sound of him talking to himself or I would regret it someday. It is someday and I do regret not taking the time to do that. At night when the twins were in their crib I would sneak in when they were almost asleep to hear Aaron, he had the sweetest little voice and it was almost as though he was talking to someone out there about his day.
Grandma England always made blankets for the twins and they were quilts that had "fluffies" on them (the little pieces of yarn that are tied onto the quilt) Aaron still inserts a fluffy into his ear at night to fall asleep..if you watch him it makes his eyes roll back into his head. He has two blankets that he will not allow me to throw out both of which has lost their fluffies but he has one lonely fluffy stored above his bed.
If you were to watch Aaron from a distance he seeks out little girls (not in a bad way) I am sure it has to do with his protective nature over Abbey. He looks for little girls that no one plays with and he will make a huge effort to include them in everything.
Aaron is a goof ball, but he thinks his mom is pretty cool..I love that! He tells me all the time that all he has to do is touch me and he feels better, what he doesn't know is, it is the other way around. When he hugs me his face fits perfectly against mine especially now that he is the same height as me.
Mr England is not innocent by any means, in fact he is quite Boyd-like, let me explain. In a crowded grocery store when we were standing in line he casually turned to me and said "mom, I still cannot believe you got a tattoo on your boob" the man standing in front of us turned slowly around as to not make it look so obvious...I wanted to sink into a hole. He loves to laugh and he is known as the "class clown" not too sure I like that. Aaron loves to go to Canada to see his Grandpa Boyd. When my dad was healthier he would take the kids fishing and tell them stories of when he was in the war. He took them all to an airplane museum and Aaron has a picture of it in his bedroom. My dad gave him his badge from the pen and it is displayed proudly above Aaron's bed.
I am so grateful for my son and how much fun he brings into our home. He is going to make the most amazing husband someday. He lives and breaths with 3 females..heaven help the poor kid:)
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