I’m sitting here snuggled up like it’s the middle of winter when really it’s just because I have to keep my house a little cooler since the boys in my family stay warm like bears in hibernation. I don’t know if I’ve ever used the term “You’re just like your father” more in my life and didn’t actually mean it as a joke. There’s so many things that I see in my boys every day that remind me of nothing but their father. Their mischievous smiles, their bathroom habits, one of them looks exactly like his baby picture circa 1988. They also have this overwhelming need to constantly remind me that they are packed full of testosterone.. Just like their father! haha. I often wonder what it would be like if I were to have a little girl. Thinking just because she was a girl that she was more like me than the others. Of course then I’d get payback for all those crazy girl teenage years I gave my parents and instantly regret wishing for a girl. Then again.. I could get lucky and she have all my nerdy traits that make her want to stay home every night and read Tolstoy rather than master the art of beer pong. Southern parties.. but that’s another story.
I go back and think of my oldest. He’s my mama’s boy. I’m his first thought in the morning and his last request before he falls asleep at night. He wants nothing more than to have me snuggled up with him watching Mickey Mouse or help me wash dishes (which is a new thing and I’m still getting used to that new part in my routine). He has my quiet side and wanting to be left to his own time. Then my youngest, who tends to have more of my looks but definitely is more of a daddy’s boy. He does however do this thing that I’m well known at being a master at which is talking with my eyebrows. It’s the funniest thing seeing yourself in another person and sometimes not even realizing that that’s what you look like. It’s so odd isn’t it? Is that what my face looks like? Did I do that when I was a kid? I really need to call my parents and ask them if I was this crazy as a kid.
We’ve been thinking about getting a dog when we get a bigger house and the kids are a little older. I can’t even begin to imagine what that will do to my daily life. Maybe it would make it easier. It would be like Nana from Peter Pan and the dog could be a nurse maid to my kiddos. Then again, my life isn’t an animated Disney classic.. oh well. A girl can dream can’t she?