They are so loud.
They can destroy my house in under 2 minutes. The whole house.
They demand choo-choos and dump trucks.
They don't smell bad like most would assume, yet anyway.
They stain every stinkin shirt.
They will find dirt even if you're at a sterile doctor's office.
They are rough.
They don't sit still.
They run me ragged, literally they run very fast.
They show me love that is out of this world.
When pregnant you dream that your child will be one way, or another. Never did I realize, #1 that I would have 3 boys, #2 the magnitude of love my boys would show me in these three short years they have been in my life.
Moments like when my three year old, Copelan, pulls my cheek over and give me a kiss for no reason then tells me I'm his bess fran. He does also tell that to Colby the dog, new people at the park and his daddy too, but I still think it's special. How Crew, my 20 month old climbs up on my desk chair and hugs me around the neck like he hasn't seen me in weeks then giggles when I look at him. How baby Cage in my tummy kicks with force just like his brothers did letting me know he is going to fit in just fine with this rowdy bunch.
They, along with my husband, fulfill me.
When people find out we are having a third boy a surprising amount of times they forget the "congratulations," and lead with, "Oh, y'all going to try for a 4th?" "Are you going to try for a girl?" In which I reply, "No way, I'm no idiot, tying those tubes after this one because I could have another boy and then be admitted into a psychiatric home!" ... So kidding. In all seriousness, I just smile and reply I don't know; because we don't. Having a third boy is in no way making us feel empty or incomplete, having a big family though, is making my heart grow softer by the day.
Here they are, all three of them. This pic turned out creepier than envisioned.
I did not sit in the doctors office the morning of my gender sonogram praying for a baby girl, or leave with tears in my eyes. I feel that is no way to treat a blessing. I prayed for a healthy baby, the baby God wanted me to have join this family.
When I left my appointment that day my nurse told me, "Another boy, huh? Well listen, I was once told that any mom who raises three boys gets a ticket straight to heaven!" Thank you nurse Judy, I'll take it.
I love my boys, and I would love them all the same if we had three more. So here comes the warning, to those of you who may read this please take note. Any family with children of the same gender you decide to approach and comment to, do not go with the phrases, "are you going to try for another?!" or "yikes, looks like you have your hands full". Approach them with, "How wonderful and lucky you and your children are, they are going to be best friends." Mmk, thanks.
