For nineteen years, I’ve been a mother to boys.
Trains. Robots. Planes. Pokemon.
Racquets. Bats. Balls.
Dinosaurs. Dirt. Bugs. Firetrucks. Super Bowls.
Hysterical laughter associated with various bodily functions.
Even our Christmas tree speaks “boy” with its multiple tributes to various professional athletes.
(One such athlete [baseball player] who shall remain nameless [Albert] was recently removed from our tree mid-holiday. Not that I’m not bitter. [Very bitter])
I’ve never known any other way and I’ve loved every minute with my boys. What a blast!
Then today, my coworker reminded me of what I missed by not raising girls when his wife brought their darling daughters into the office. Oh. My. Gosh. It’s a different world.
Bows. Curls. Sparkles. Ruffles. Tutus. Accessories. PINK.
Everything about them was utterly adorable.
They even maintained frilly cuteness while romping on the floor.
It was SO much fun…*sigh*
Although I’m so jealous, I realize that if I had it to do all over again, I wouldn’t change anything.
I’m a boys’ mom. It’s what I do best.
But that doesn’t keep me from hoping that one day I’ll make a really good grandma — with the ability to buy lots of pink, ruffly things.
hey there, friends 
I have told Joe many times that if we have kids we had better have boys because I'm not sure I can handle the drama of raising little girls…but I sure do love shopping for my nieces.
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Boys are so awesome. But if you and Joe have a girl — look out. Auntie Laura has a debit card and knows how to spoil her with it. Who am I kidding. If you have a boy, Auntie Laura will spoil him, too.
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You are too sweet!
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