I can barely put my own hair into a pony tail. I am often asked if we'll "try again for a girl," as though my family is incomplete without a daughter or as though Liam was just an attempt to have a daughter. I won't set a child quota by any means, nor will I say that I would not be happy to have a little girl. What I will say, is that I LOVE my little boys. I love my little brothers (some of whom are quite big now). I love their adventurous spirit, I love their fondness for sticks and pebbles, I love their funny faces, I love their joy in the noises of the human body, I love their fascination with hats made of rodent skins, I love their excitement to point out helicopters and excavators, I love that I could keep listing things that I love about them ad infinitum.
Here are some of my favorite little boy moments lately (in the past 6ish months). Forgive my amateur point-n-shoot photography... at least it isn't a massive text-only manifesto! (you can thank the writer's block)
Helping...
Napping...
Shushing...
Winding...
Marveling...
Knowing what "Manger" means and arranging the nativity appropriately...
Off-roading...
Reveling wearing a racoon-skin cap (the whole coon)...
Robot-ing (bobot, in toddler speak)...
Sampling...
Sleeping like big brother...
Kissing...
Goofing...
Playing with sticks...
Snuggling...
Who knows!
Crashing...
Exploring (and making family portraits difficult and better at the same time)
Captivating...
Loving...
Observing...
Loving some more...
I love these little boys so much!
