My boys

Four and a half years ago I held my first son in my arms. Wow! A baby boy in my arms, such a feeling since I come from a family full of girls!!! One year and six days later I had my arms filled with another boy. Amazing! Then two and half years later...another boy!!! My last pregnancy I was shocked when I found out I was having another boy. God must know that I wanted a girl, I needed a girl...he must know I am not good with boys. I had great doubts in God's wisdom. They are full of energy and I am not, they never stop decorating my house with crayons, mud, and stuff of unknown origin. My decorating style is more like Pottery Barn, and they keep bringing creatures into my house that look at me creepily from jars. I, on the other hand, like visitors of human nature. They think it is good play when they are knights, soldiers, ninjas and Darth Vaders. I on the other hand like to play Sleeping Beauty, the Princess and the Pea, or anything that can allow me to slumber. Now one year later and I have graduated from "mommy of 3 boys class" and i love them. I used to doubt God's wisdom in giving me three boys but now almost 5 years later I love being the mom of three boys. I love the way they laugh at me when I get my tongue twisted. It happens often when i call the Litany (saying all my kids names until I get to the one I want). I love it when they giggle in the bathroom while they are getting another toilet paper roll soaked in the sink. I like to wrestle with them on the floor and I am proud to say I can be one mean Darth Vader or a great Gollum (I think I am a better Gandalf). I love it when they come to me to snuggle or rub my head...I love being a mom of three boys.