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Thursday, April 30, 2009

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I got a great phone call from my best friend today. She had her 20 week appointment this morning and found out she is having her second boy. Admittedly we had spoken about how fun it would be to have a girl- as most Moms of Boys do, but later I realized that deep down I had hoped she would be having a boy. My reasons for this are selfish. My friends who have girls are just on a different path. They have sweet music lessons, hair brushing, doll dressing, quiet time, girl time. Moms of Boys have a much different adventure, and I wanted my best friend to be along side of us during ours. I read a poem recently about boys that brought tears to my eyes. This is it...

Boys in my House
Author: Erin Jo Kilmer
There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes And 200 papers in various blues. There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train, There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain. They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat. There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose; Grass stains on knees and sand between toes. There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub, And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub! There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps, There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps. There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean. There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night; There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights. There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck. Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs; Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs. There are cute little vests and darling neckties Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise! There's running and climbing and jumping and falling And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling And rolling and losing and finding and creeping And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping. There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise - There's love in my house shaped like two little boys.

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