|Project by Emma - captures the Max perfectly|
Boys. Who knew I was going to have boys? I always thought of myself as a girl mom. Honestly, I rarely liked my friends little boys. I always loved their daughters. Cute and pretty and understandable. With little purses and bows and saying adorable things. But usually the little boys either seem wimpy or totally wild. They all seemed to have the same short hair cut and the same clueless crap going around in their heads. Most of the time they all look the same to me, crappy boy shirt-pants/jeans-character tennis shoes-short hair. Little to no variety in the look. They hardly ever seemed to have much personality besides breaking stuff. Their mother would tell me all the cute stuff they did but I saw them more as an untrained one year old Labrador. They eat and/or destroy everything they come in to contact with. Dry wall, glue, dirt, laundry soap, couches - whatever.
|Perfectly dressed with all clothes 100% matching, clean and ironed.|
|Lets get one good picture - nope|
|Snow boots and shorts backward|
|What could go wrong?|
|Please look at the couch next to him|
|Stuff we found in the vent in the kitchen|
|Five mins in to our ranch vacation he fell in to the freezing cold pond|
Now, I still have a pet peeve about boring boy hair. I don't like short hair. I will never cut the boys hair super short. Of course that means they will both cut off all their hair as soon as they are old enough to control their own hair - the lesson of over control has already been taught to me by the girls. As long as I am the one that gives them their hair cuts they will have long hair.
I still struggle to connect with my friends sons. Its harder for me to find common ground with them then with the little girls. I am still a total sucker for a little girl. But now I get confused by a little boy that doesn't like to be dirty, or doesn't have a constant curiosity drive. I expect a little boy to be climbing and jumping and wrestling and act pretty similar to the Tasmanian devil. Wild little boys make sense to me know. Reserved little boy confuse me. I never had one of those.
Really it all comes down to this, I adore my children. All of them. I adore my Emma to pieces, she is a true blessing in my life. My Lily is my soul mate, we where designed for each other. My Max is my heart. He makes me happy when skies are grey. And my Q is the rainbow baby that brought me back. Boys, girls, step, no step - all four of them make up a family I am so proud of.
PS - When looking for pictures for this post I found about 100. Seriously - they are doing something bad in just about every picture. Here are a few extras for fun.
|Where is Max? I can't find him. Oh - asleep under his bed with a movie.|
|Baby stacking rocks in monster truck wheel|
|Happy to be dirty with a black eye. Next day went to ER for eye infection.|
|Q- in jammies M - with a sword|
|Bringing swag while dressed as a 100 year old at the 100 days of school party.|
|He taped his own hand together and then tried to cut in apart.|
|Filthy old cage and why did the puppy join him?|
|The duck making a good choice.|
|His "Man Chair" as he called it|
|Let me go!|
|Sneaked outside to eat this alone|
|Because he can't just smile.|
|Another broken thing|
|Please note the sink is totally full and actually flooding the bathroom|