When people find out I am the mom of all boys, I usually get a reaction like "Wow,it must be wild in your house," or "Bless your heart," or (the most annoying) "when are you going to try for your girl?" While I would have loved to have the experience of a daughter, I would not trade these boys for anything. I LOVE having three boys. It awes me to think that God knows exactly which children we need, when we need them, and how their role will add to our family dynamic. He also knew that I needed a best friend with all boys as well...thank you Sarah Pay. Since Sarah and I do daily life together, I really only know boys. I have heard about girls sitting and playing and not climbing and wrestling with each other, but those concepts are so not my reality. It is probably good to be so immersed in chaos that you don't realize how chaotic life is. I try to (as Jane says) find joy even in the mess.
So here is a glimpse into my all boy world:
*I am constantly locating various "weapons" for them in the form of swords, daggers, pole ax,spear or a gun.
*I get tied up with the ropes they love to carry around- they must capture me because I am the mean witch
*I also get to play the role of Wendy from Peter Pan, Snow White, or Dorothy...however they seem to prefer me as a witch...hmmmmmm
*there is no such thing as still
*a loud thump and then a crash is fine as long as it is not followed by crying...it is just them jumping off their beds to escape the bad guys. If they are crying at least that means they are breathing, if they are breathing, they are alive.
*it is common place for them both to descend the stairs on their bellies head first since they are army rangers
*anytime we go somewhere new, they are usually already climbing on something before I can tell them to stop
*there is no such thing still
*art projects last 2-3 minutes (unless i am 100% involved) and usually ends up more on them than the paper
*rainy days are just from the devil
*while reading books ALL characters must be defined as good guys or bad guys,mean guys or nice guys or mean-guys-nice-guys (mean in battle, nice in life)...it takes awhile to get through books
*I get questions like "mommy, are you a backhoe?" (from coleman) or "mommy, did you know I'm Blackbeard (the pirate) but I turned nice"
*they think I'm pretty
*there is no such thing as still
*i can appropriately name construction equipment, pirates,knights and an occasional weapon
*conversational speech is 50 decibels above an average voice
*making cookies always ends up with them running off with their new weapons (my spatulas)
*they already think it is funny to talk about farting...seriously!!!
I'll end with a quote from my sister upon hearing that Porter was a boy
"Lindsay, you will have rooms in your house that will smell like microwave popcorn, only it wont be popcorn, it will be boy feet."
