Boys, boys, boys

Boys boys boys...

So, I'm going to be a mother of soon-to-be three boys. When I announced I was pregnant for the third time, so many people asked me if I was hoping for a girl, or what if it's another boy? I'm quite a girly-girl myself, and a part of me would have loved a daughter...to do her hair, take her dancing, dress her in pretty pink dresses and watch princess movies all day. In the back of my mind I thought, 'what if I do feel disappointed about having another boy? What if I go through the pain they call gender disappointment?' At my 20 week scan they told me, it's a boy! I surprised myself, because Immediately I was filled with happiness; an overwhelming feeling of love for him set in - he's healthy, and he's our baby boy.

The boys didn't want a girl anyway, they have this "girls are yucky" thing going on. It was only up until a few months back that my youngest son, Liam, was obsessed with Frozen and had to have his bath towel draped over his back so it trailed across the floor because he wanted to be like Elsa, too. But girls are yucky.

Boys are lovely, and such a bundle of fun and excitement, although I am convinced they are born with super-powered batteries that never run out. With having boys, my daily conversations are often about poo, wee, pumps (I don't like the word farts, but sometimes they say farts) bums, skiddies in undies, and what not. More times than not, I pick them up from school and have to run home because they have a "turd" coming out! Like, why don't you do that poo at school before you leave? The trip to and from school is usually about whose turn it is to be the 'poo guard' (the one who keeps a look out for dog poop, so we all don't stand in it) - kinda helpful, I suppose. When we're not discussing poo, I'm answering questions from the little one: "Why does my voice talk when I talk?" - err, it just does - or "When is it tomorrow?" - err, tomorrow. The other day, I was putting Sam in the bath and he referred to his testicles as a 'sack of gold' and, although I burst out laughing, I was dying inside - like what the actual hell?!

There is always some kind of war and battle in our household. The constant bickering, the whinging and the arguing because one just looked at the other one! "Maaaam, he's copying me", "Maaam, he's just farted on me", "Stop it", "You stop it". FML. Usually I ignore it, and five minutes later they are playing 'darling sisters'; a game they made up where one puts a teddy up their top, because obviously he's pregnant, and the other one is the sister. Yep, that's the kind of crazy that goes on in our home sweet home!

So, it's all about superheroes, play fights, football, thumb wars, arm wrestling, and discussing what type of fart (oops, I mean pump) we just blew - oh, and the odd game of darling sisters; but, you know what? I bloody love it! They drive me insane, torture me, have reduced me to tears, and they follow me everywhere I go! Now they are both at full-time school, and I'm a bit of a lost soul. The peace is wonderful, but I think about them every minute of the day.

 

Good God, do I actually miss them?
Katie x