I have 5 boys and I haven’t lost it yet

 

3 of my handsome boys!

3 of my handsome boys!

Having 7 kids is not that difficult.  I think if you have 3 kids, adding 4 more is just like having an extended sleepover where they never go home.  But that’s just me.  Out of the 7 kids, I have 5 boys.  Yep, 5.  God has a very strange sense of humor.   I always tell people that boys are easier than girls.  At least my boys are.

 

My two daughters are 18 years apart and could pass for twins.  Not in looks.  #1 is dark haired and brown eyed.  #6 is tow headed and blue eyed.  Personality wise?  Two peas in a pod.  They are both dramatic, sensitive, stubborn, and think they know everything.  They are also good hearted and couldn’t hold onto a grudge to save their lives.  Neither one is cuddly but both are quick to always tell you they love you and cannot stand it if they think that you are upset with them.  They take it as a personal affront if they are not the best at everything and drive themselves crazy with it.

Snow White and Rose Red?

Snow White and Rose Red?

My boys?  Not dramatic.  Not sensitive.  Could care less if they think you are mad.  Hell, half the time they don’t realize that they are treading on thin ice and keep going.   They all are quick to hug (not each other but definately mom and dad) and will still cuddle with me on the couch.   They are loud, boisterous, sometimes crude and always way too informative.   They are in constant competition with each other but it’s not usually over who is the best but who can get away with being the worst.

I am not dramatic and not really sensitive.  I don’t always pick up on why someone gets upset when I think I was being funny (geesh, get a sense of humor!) or why it’s inappropriate to make jokes about the recently deceased.  So, I know where they get it from.   I think that is why I understand them better than my girls sometimes.

Yep, those are my boys!

Yep, those are my boys!

I can joke with the boys and insult their hygiene like how #5 always smells likes dirty socks and Axe.  By the way, that is not a joke.  It’s disgusting.  We have had the talk with him that drenching Axe on yourself does not take the place of bathing.  It has not sunk in.  If I tell #1 that her striped pants make me think that Beetlejuice is coming soon she gets a tad upset.  If I tell #6 that she is my favorite 6 year old, she responds with “I’m the only 6 year old.”  They have a sense of humor but not as broad as the boys.   When #2 was growing facial hair I often teased him about how he looked like Gomez Adams.  He laughed.  When I made that same joke to #1 she didn’t talk to me for a week.

I enjoy having boys even though sometimes I think that God took me too seriously when I said I liked boys in the 2nd grade.  (You’ve made your point.)  I am glad that I can relate to them and that they feel comfortable with relating to me.  So, when people say to me, “Oh my god, 5 boys?  How do you do it?”  I can honestly tell them, “You learn to always check that the seat is down, that you will never be able to find batteries, and that having boys is one of the best things I have ever done.”

 

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