When I was pregnant with CJ, I knew we were having a boy. I had always wanted a girl, and I had always wanted my mom to show off her spectacular sewing skills by making her beautiful outfits. But when I was pregnant, something changed and I wanted smelly, messy, crazy little boys. I knew that had to be from the Lord, so I wasn't surprised when we found out our little Sprout was a boy. My mom hasn't been able to make frilly dresses, but CJ was dressed in high style the last two Sundays with Gran originals.
