I would force myself to look at boy clothes when shopping, and attempted to convince myself that little boy clothes were cute too.
I decided on a boy name way before I even thought of a little girl's name.
I told myself that it was OK that my first born was a boy, because he could protect his younger siblings, like my brother did.
I desired all the normal mother-daughter things: Picking out adorable dresses with accessories, dates together getting pedicures, shopping for prom dresses, helping her plan a wedding, and watching her raise her children. I wanted to be able to have these experiences so badly.
A mother-daughter bond is so special and I wished to have this. I wanted my first child to be a little girl because what if I wasn't able to have any more children?
You can imagine the pleasant surprise when the little boy I imagined was indeed a little girl.
(I am thrilled that I get to experience the above with two little girls).
The day we went in for our gender ultrasound for the twins, I hoped for two things: 1. A little boy. 2. Not two little boys. (I pictured two hyperactive little boys and couldn't imagine having the energy for them)!
I love having a little boy. It is just as special as a little girl, but in such a different way.
His excitement for anything with wheels, especially tractors and fire trucks is adorable. My heart pitter patters with excitement when I see a tractor in the field, and when I start to announce its presence, I feel a little foolish when I look in the rear view mirror only to remember that he isn't riding with me that day. He spends hours lining up his tractors and trucks just right and I love his organizational skills. He can name more construction vehicles than I can.
He wants me to roll down my window when we pass a big truck on the interstate so he can hear it better.
This little boy has the biggest heart. He is always quick to comfort his sister when she is crying, (although she is usually quick to push him away). He loves giving hugs and cuddling when he isn't busy playing.
Even at 2 1/2, he is hilarious and will probably develop his father's knack for sarcasm. He frequently makes us laugh and keeps us on our toes.
Shopping for little boys is fun! There are a ton of cute options and nothing compares to a little boy with shorts and boat shoes on.
I have realized that boys are messy. I plan my meals around bath nights. I have learned to look past the mess and love that he is at least a good eater. Utensils are usually optional for him, and I smile at the condiments and spreads that plaster his cheeks after meals.
He is very observant and never misses a thing. One day while wearing my riding boots, I picked him up from school. He had had a little potty accident and had on his snow boots (in April). "Caleb, you're wearing boots!" I said. He quickly ran over and jumped in front of me and pointed, "Mommy, so are you!" Yep, that's right buddy. I busted up laughing as did all the other adults who heard him.
I waited, and waited, and waited to take him for his first haircut, (I didn't want him to lose his curls!). I picked him up from daycare one day and he had a pony tail in his hair. I figured they were trying to tell me something so soon after that we went in to cut off his cute curls. I've learned little boys need haircuts every 4-6 weeks! I am building up the courage to start cutting his hair myself.
As much as I wish he was a mommy's boy, he is definitely Papa's boy. I worry about what will happen when our house is completed and we move out. How do you treat Papa-withdrawal?
I am so blessed to be his mommy and love having a little boy!
