When I was pregnant with Luke, I was convinced he was a girl. Everything about my second pregnancy was different than my first. I could brush my teeth without vomiting. My blood pressure wasn't high. I wasn't nearly as tired. Since John couldn't be at the appointment when I had the ultrasound in which the baby's sex could be determined, I had the technician write the baby's gender on a note and seal it in an envelope so John and I could look at it together. John took the note out of the envelope and read it to me. When he read boy, I didn't believe him. That's how convinced I was that I was carrying a girl.
Today was one of those days that I am so glad that note read boy. Seeing the way the boys play together and enjoy the same things is incredible. This afternoon, Jack decided he was going to get out all of his pretend camping gear, and he and Luke were going to go camping in the backyard.
First Jack built a fire.
Luke crawled in the tent as soon as it was up.
So did Jack.
Then Luke roasted a hotdog and Jack roasted a marshmallow for a bedtime snack.
After a good night's sleep, Jack cooked breakfast for the two boys.
Yum, bacon!
Then the boys went for a hike.
Always prepared for anything.
And then they broke down camp.











































