I never thought that I would be a mother of three boys. In my little girl dream, I wanted to 2 older boys and a sweet little girl. Two older boys because they can take turn protecting their sweet little sister.
Well, I guess God had other plans for me. Maybe he knew that I couldn’t handle having a girl because I am now a mother of three boys and I love it. I’m grateful everyday to have these little people in my life and I wouldn’t trade it in for the world.
My house is mostly a mess with Legos, cars, action figures, and all sorts of balls all over the house. It’s never really quiet and peaceful – it’s full of laughing, crying, playing, running, hitting, screaming, and meltdowns. I rarely get to read anymore and Spongebob Squarepants, Johnny Test, Adventure Time, and anything else on Cartoon Network are our constant companion. The floor is always in need of vacuuming. The bathrooms are sometimes SCARY. But I guess these are the things that make our house a home. Wouldn’t I love to have everything organized and clean? Of course, but I live with 3 boys -4 including my hubby so I’m not hopeful. Even I’m not that big of an optimist.
But these little guys are my heart so I am thankful for them.
Michael is my little sensitive one.
Matthew is my outspoken one.
Marky is our new little addition.