Why I love boys...

No, not boys as in heart throbs like Justin Beiber....no thanks!

I mean boys as in, my son and my second son on the way.

To be completely honest with you, the thought of having boys completely freaked me out. I grew up in a family with 3 sisters, 2 girl dogs, and a Mom, of course. So I know girls VERY well. I am an expert at playing dress up, I can french braid hair in 5 minutes, I can cry with you when you are sad, I can laugh until I pee, I can paint fingernails like a pro, and I can spend hours and hours talking about love and babies. See, I am all girl! So when Wes and I decided to start trying for babies, I imagined my life full of ruffles and pink, barbie dolls and tutu's, makeup and boy crushes (probably like Justin Beiber), and that was all my girl heart could dream of. 

Wes on the other hand comes from a family of 3 boys, with a Dad who is a big boy himself. He grew up hunting and camping, riding dirt bikes and fixing cars, jumping his bicycle off things that you shouldn't jump off of, wrestled until someone got hurt, spent hours playing video games with his best friend, and would imitate American Gladiators in his living room. All of these things, I NEVER did! 

So when I became pregnant for the first time, I said that my pregnant instinct (HA!) told me I was going to have a beautiful little girl. Wes said, uh no Babe, there is no chance, you know we are only going to have boys! Excuse me, but who said you knew everything?? He was right though. And on the way to our ultrasound to find out the sex of our baby, I finally confessed to him that I don't have an instinct on what our baby is, and I was sure it was going to be a boy. Sure enough, our boy was all boy from the very first time we saw his little willie. Yes, I did say little willie.

Now that I have become a Mom to the most handsome boy in the universe, and experienced just a small taste of what is to come, I have to say, I do not see my life being any less fulfilling because I have boys. In fact, I almost feel like boys are exactly what I was meant to have, and that I am not sure if I could handle a little girl. As silly as that sounds, I think that is the truth.

 I am beyond thrilled that I am carrying another boy (yes, he has a little willie too, I saw it) and can not wait for the excitement that comes with it. I know I will be forced into camping (ugh), somehow they will teach me how to shoot a gun someday, I will have to get back on a dirt bike and actually learn to ride, and I know I will be breaking up a lot of wrestling matches in my living room. And all of this sounds like the life I have always dreamed of. I love my husband more than I can express, and I love that he has big dreams of what he wants to do with his little boys. He is already begging to take Camden camping, and really wants to start allowing hideous animals into our home as "pets". (No, a snake is not a pet, please keep all snakes away from our home, I will scream in fear and probably pee my pants). 

In the end, I am the mother of 2 boys and I have a husband who I can say still feels like he is a boy at heart. We plan on having 3 kids and I would be more than thrilled to have a third boy to add to our bunch. Although, adding some little pink ruffles to my rough bunch wouldn't be the end of the world either. I know that whatever happens with our family, I am so content, so excited for our future, and so thankful that the Lord blessed me with 2 boys already.