Bringing Balance to the Force

As many of you know, I grew up in a family of all girls. My mom is from a family of all girls and, well, my dad is the only male in a family otherwise made up of girls. That's 10 girls to 1 boy in the last two generations. Until along came Evan and, shortly thereafter, Andrew. Score: 10 girls, 3 boys in 3 generations. Next came Caleb and Grant. Score: 10 girls, 5 boys. Scott says we're restoring balance to the force.

We had an ultra-sound on Wednesday and had the opportunity to find out the gender of the next player of Mangum gender roulette. Scott had been thinking girl, while I was doing my best not to think about it at all, since whatever I guess inevitably turns out to be wrong. We (or really, just I) had thought about not finding out the gender this time, but in the end we decided to go ahead and ask the doctor to tell us. Score: 10 girls, 6 boys. We are, of course, very excited. But as we were leaving the ultra-sound I also told Scott that the likelihood of us having four kids just increased significantly.

Evan is very excited. He asks every night to feel the baby. Here he is with his BFF Colby in the most adorable picture ever! (Courtesy of Julie, since the last time I uploaded photos to my computer was after Christmas.)

Caleb is confused and can't figure out why I keep pointing to my tummy and saying something about a baby, especially when he lifts my shirt up but doesn't see any baby. Now he sometimes points to his tummy and says baby. Here's a fairly recent picture of him as well, again courtesy of Julie.