Boys

[deena]

Girls! I have girls! Thank God there are moms out there who are cut out for boys, cuz I'm not one of 'em! God bless you all!

[Duck on Wheels]

Girls? You think girls are the solution? One of my colleagues tells of the time she was picking up her 4-year-old daughter from day care. Mom was inside putting the day's dirty clothes in a bag when in comes another mom, all panicked: "There's a child hanging at the top of the tree in front! You've got to save that child!" To which the day-care teacher responds by taking a calm look out the window and saying, "Oh, that's ok. That's just Irene." Irene, now age 13, still does Tae Kwando, gymnastics, and lots of tree-climbing.

[CyclChyk]

Girl Power!!!!

[Pax]

Girls! I have girls! Thank God there are moms out there who are cut out for boys, cuz I'm not one of 'em! God bless you all!

Count your blessings that your girls aren't anything like me. We moved constantly when I was a kid (military dad) so my brother and I were best buddies and extremely competitive...I can barely count the number of broken bones/stitches/abrasions/bloody noses I had growing up.

[Bad JuJu]

I can relate, Queen--I have a twin brother, and growing up, I was not to be outdone by him, nor he by me--constant string of injuries--my poor mom!

Now, I have no kids, but my husband is kid enough for me. As an example, not long ago I came home on a weekday afternoon and found that he and his buddy were taking turns using a neighbor's waverunner to pull each other around the bay in dh's sit-on-top kayak. Not that either of them didn't have chores to do....

[Python]

My son and his friends (he was 11 at the time) thought it was a good idea to catch as many frogs as possible and release them all over the house. The first I knew about it was when I was sitting in the bathroom and had a feeling something was watching me. There, in the bath was a rather large frog! Then I saw our cat playing with something beside the washing machine. Another frog. By now thinking something's going on here, I looked under the kitchen sink and about 5 frogs came hopping out. There were frogs in my wardrobe, frogs in my son's wardrobe, in the drawers just everywhere. I woke my son up (I had wondered why he'd volunteered to go to bed instead of me having to badger him to go to bed) and between us we rounded up probably about 30 frogs and released them back in the garden.

Good job I like frogs.

[margo49]

I have one son like this and my daughter was too 'til someone told her she was a girl. Tho' she still has her moments and will no doubt return to her "roots" when she goes into the Army next year.
The older boy is The New Man in the best sense of that