SF Curse

Jack's* girls... Minus Ninja

Before we went for our big ultrasound with Juliet, both Ray and I knew she would be a girl.  I knew because I was a crazy pregnant woman, but Ray said he knew he'd have a girl "because it's the SF curse.  We all have girls."  He was referring to his job in the Army; apparently, men who do his job tend to have only girls.  I pointed out one guy on his team who has two boys, and he responded, "Yeah, but he's weird. ... And he's the only one."

With Anna, I really didn't know if she'd be a boy or a girl, but Ray again was certain it'd be a girl for the same reason he knew Juliet would be a girl.  In what was a moment of sheer insanity, I did tell Ray, "If you want to try once more for a boy, I'd be willing to try."  His response was simple and immediate.  He said, "No way.  I love my girls."

So my dear husband, who is as tough as they come, is surrounded by girls.  One of his friends (who has three girls with his wife) said, "Congrats on your newest girl! And welcome to hormone hell."  To his credit, he has embraced this life with open arms.  He insisted that the tricycle we got Juliet for her second birthday be pink even though I was leaning towards the traditional red Radio Flyer.  He consistently picks out girly things for them (with the rare camo onesie thrown in), and he has even tackled fixing Juliet's hair on more than one occasion. 

He jokes with the cat (who, by the way, is neutered) and says, "It's just you and me, pal.  We gotta stick together."  But it's moments like these that I know he really is completely happy with his house full of Handley girls:

And last weekend, as we sat in the spitting rain at the FSU game, Ray saw someone he went to high school with making the trek up 50-something rows and observed in a serious and pitying tone, "Poor guy.  God cursed him with two sons."

Juliet, Anna, and I are lucky ladies for sure.

*Ray is "Jack" to all military people, and since the curse is related to his service, it's only fitting that we're "Jack's Girls."