Sticks, Stones and Dirt.

Being out numbered by boys in my house isn’t so bad.  Some ask me if we will keep trying for a girl.  You know, try for a third, if it’s a boy, go again, so on and so forth.  And I have to be honest to say that’s a big NO.  Dan and I both believe that you are given what you are given.  A child, no matter what sex is a blessing.  So if we end up just having two boys, or three, or how ever many we are blessed to have, we will be happy.  Life with these boys is a riot.  Beautiful days outside quickly turn into needing a mid-afternoon bath because they are covered in dirt head to toe.  Every toy they pick up suddenly turns them into a super hero.  Every guest that comes through our house has to play right along with whatever character identity they are given.  Coming from a girl who isn’t all that into sports, or getting roughed up in the dirt, it’s taken some getting used to.  I’m a hairstylist, latte loving, blog reading, magazine hoarder, home decor obsessed, power walking freak.  But, I am doing my best.  I’ve learned that sticks and stones will not break my bones, and a little dirt won’t hurt me.