Boy or Girl?

 Me playing in the mud with my sisters, 1992


Me: Some girl told me today that she thinks Baby Love is a boy. 

 
Timmy: Really?

Me: Yes, and my immediate response in my head was “Well, what do you know?”

 
Timmy: … HAHAHAHA!

Me: But I didn't say it out loud...

 Me allowing a baby alligator to come within inches of my face, 1996

I don’t think it is a surprise to anyone that I think Baby Love is a girl. I’m not sure if this is truly mother’s intuition, or if I’m simply veering toward what is familiar to me. But just in case some of you were worried, I would be more than happy with a mini-Timmy. 

Here's a list of reasons why I would make a good mom to a boy:

I loved catching bugs when I was little.
(I don’t love it as much now, but this passion could be rekindled.)

I know how to climb trees and scale barbed wire fences. 

I can make really good animal sounds.

I’m pretty handy when it comes to hammering, nailing, building, etc.
(Thanks Dad!)

Teal blue is one of my favorite colors. 

I like frogs.

I used to be pretty good at basketball.
(Specifically, the basketball game “Lightning”.)

I can throw a “spiral” with a football. (Or rather, I used to be able to.
It’s been a few years since I tried it last.) 

I’m not afraid to get dirty, if need be. (I used to slather myself
in mud on a regular basis when I was a child.)

I’m fun to go on adventures with. 

I like trying new things. (Having a boy could definitely
be considered a “new thing” for me.)

Me riding a dirtbike, 1988
 
So, who thinks this baby is a little girl? How about a boy?
I started a poll, found on the sidebar of my blog.
Cast your vote. We’ll see who’s right…