I love being the mamma of boys. They are just so dang cool… little men in the making. I feel like, at this point, I could be a mamma to a whole gaggle of boys and be perfectly content. As some may remember, when I was pregnant with Myer, I was desperately hoping for a girl. But, I am SO glad that I had another boy because it has created a perfect balance in my heart.
I was so worried that if we had two boys, I would feel all this pressure- like, now we have to have three kids so we can try for a girl again (and what if it’s another boy? What then?!?), or we just stop after two and always feel a little sad that we never got a girl. Thankfully, I feel absolutely none of that pressure. If we decide to have another baby someday, I will be so excited to have a boy OR a girl. Or if we decide to stop, I will be completely content with these two ragamuffin brothers that I already get to raise and care for.
Chris and I were laughing the other day, though, because a certain Mr. Ezra James is SO sensitive and SO dramatic and SO emotional, that it is sort of like having a girl already… haha. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if we had an actual girl. WOAH. Turmoil.
Example: yesterday Ezra got the teeniest, tiniest, eenciest little scrape on his wrist. I’m talking get out the mircoscope kind of small. He proceeded to screech and wail and roll on the floor for a majority of the morning after that. And, get this, he didn’t even know how it happened! It had probably been there for three days before he spotted it.
When I finally convinced him to allow me to put a bandaid on it (mostly so he would stop staring at it and wailing afresh from the sight of it) he walked around ALL DAY holding his “injured arm” in his other arm- about 6 inches in front of his body like he was bracing it from the agony of the slightest glance or breeze.
No joke. ALL day. I was getting sooooooo annoyed.
My mom says I was the EXACT SAME WAY.
Ahhhhhhh ha ha I think that’s what they call payback.