I have two, beautiful, funny, loving, freaking insane little boys.  They are my whole world. My oldest is just like his father: really laid back, easily made to laugh, a daredevil, and tough as nails.  My youngest is just like me: super cautious, very snuggly, sensitive, and can be very silly.  I can’t put into words how much I LOVE them both with every part of everything that I am.

Living in a house full of boys is….well, it’s crazy.  They are nonstop.  I literally take them out and exercise them just like I do my dog. They are boys.  They need to run. Often, they feel the need to run naked…we try to save that fun for inside the house.  Today my youngest decided to pee a beautiful design onto the carpet in our playroom.  He was very proud to show off his artwork and absolutely devastated to discover that I was not impressed.  Both of my boys are totally obsessed with all things poop, pee, butt, etc and honestly it’s hard not to laugh at all of their antics.  Yet underneath all of this boy weirdness there are these sweet little men who love to wrap their tiny arms around me and tell me that they love me, or exclaim “OH Mommy!! I love youw pwitty, pwitty, pwitty, pwitty dwess!” (Even though I’m just wearing a long t-shirt and sweatpants.)  They like to brush my hair, snuggle on the couch, draw me pictures, play dress-up…I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

My first pregnancy was not easy to conceive and through that experience we learned just how precious and miraculous a baby really is.  People were excited for us when they found out we were having a boy the first time around.  The second time around was a totally different story.  So many people, including family, were disappointed.  Flat out bummed to hear our news.  “Oh. We were hoping for a girl.” Really? So no congratulations on this healthy miracle we created? Thanks.  Before I even gave birth people were asking me when I was going to try for that girl.  The blatant disappointment from others was devastating and we learned a lot from it. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.  But I will never forget how it made me feel.  Continue reading →