Officially The Mother Of All Boys
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I should know it by now, I have four boys. The oldest is fourteen, about to be fifteen soon. The fact that he climbs trees and talks nonstop about cars, I can handle. The fact that the middle two consider sticks treasures and both have stick collections in their closets hasn’t phased me because I can handle that too. I can handle anything these boys throw at me. Then tonight it hit me, and I am finally getting worried about having all boys.
The boys brought a bug inside the house. I’m about the farthest thing from a girlie-girl. I love sports, I cuss, I’m not into clothes and makeup, but I wouldn’t be considered a tomboy either. (This week at the Nature Discovery Center, I almost freaked out when the tour guide walked up behind me with a snake in her hands. As it was, I ran from the room.) Tonight Goose had a ladybug in his hands, crawling all over him. I know it’s just a ladybug, but that can only mean lizards, worms and worse are coming soon. What happened to the boys that were scared of bugs?
From Chelsea:
Don't worry, at least you have me to come around every once in a while haha 🙂
From Nicole:
Thank goodness for you! I would die without any females around! And Lola does not count.