Girls....

I am thankful for my boys, I love having boys. They are dirty, they smell and they make disgusting sounds. I always thought I wanted a girl. When I was pregnant with T I though for sure he was a girl. The ultra sound was inconclusive, the umbilical cord was in the way so I thought girl for sure. Well we all know how that turned out! When I was pregnant with S I felt so different that I thought for sure he was a girl, the ultrasound confirmed otherwise. So 2 boys it is and I love them to death!

So I always thought there was a reason why the good Lord blessed me with my bundles of testosterone, I think I figured it out.

I was talking to a relative the other day, we were exchanging stories about my children and her grand children who are around the same age as my boys. Her older grand daughter is starting to develop and it was time for a bra. Well little sister who is 6 sees the new bras and decides she needs a bra and just takes one from her sisters room! So what do you think she does with it? Of course she puts it on and goes about her business until big sis sees her and figures out what that bunched up mass under her shirt is!
Big sis FREAKS , I mean how gross she was wearing her "underwear" right? With A LOT of coxing from mom the beloved bra is given up.
Well...guess what, she took that damn bra again but oh this time armed with the knowledge as to what a bra is for she stuffs it and proceeds to go about her business. As if is normal for a 6 year old to have breasts.
Big sis SUPER FREAKS out this time and again after A LOT and I mean A LOT of coxing from mom the bra is surrendered AGAIN and all is well. Or is it?
The next day little sis finds that bra AGAIN but this time decides to put it on over her shirt and go swing on the swing set in the back yard. The not so private back yard. OH MY HECK! BIG SIS JUST ABOUT DIES OF EMBARRASSMENT!!! Wonder what the teens year have in store for their family? It will be interesting to see.

So you see the good Lord did not give me girls becasue of the drama! Thank you Lord for looking out for me.

PS My dear little L let them "hang" free while you can!