February 29 12

I just found out that my brother and my sister-in-law are having their fourth baby girl. I’m so unreasonably excited for them. From the moment I found out she was pregnant, I knew it was a girl. I just knew. She laughed. “My doctor told me that if I was hoping for a boy, I should have hoped last time,” she said. So, no boys for The Boyes. But, honestly, I can’t think of anything more perfect for their family. Four perfect little ladies. Little women, if you will.

And don’t think I’m not already searching for a first-edition copy of the book. I want to be the first to give it to Rachel. To the mama of girls.

I already had one of my superawesomeandtotallyridiculouslyrad Bat Mitzvah ideas stolen right out from underneath me. I’m not letting this one get stolen.

(Yes. I have already started planning my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah. Yes. I tried to get her to give up the party idea and just go on vacation someplace tropical. No. She was not buying it. Yes. She has ideas. BIG ONES.)

It’s funny, I always thought I’d be the mother of girls. I always pictured myself raising a gaggle of sisters. I am a girl, I know how to be a girl, I know the good parts about being a girl and I understand the bad parts—I have been through them all. Boys are a mystery to me. I don’t understand them. They need too many haircuts, they occasionally smell strange, they always have holes in their socks, they play sports that require too much equipment, and they, um, wrestle. For fun.

We didn’t find out what we were having with baby #1. Because I knew she was a girl. And sure enough, she came out with all of the appropriate lady parts and I cried my fool head off because I was the mama of a girl.

We didn’t find out what we were having with baby #2. Because I knew she was a girl. But, alas, when the baby came out, there was an unfamiliar appendage attached.

“A boy?” I asked, shocked.




Of course.

A boy.

I was the mama of a boy. One look and I knew. I was meant to be the mama of girls AND BOY.

I just hadn’t known it until that very moment.

Sure, he smells weird sometimes. Sure, I am constantly throwing out socks. Sure, he requires more haircuts than his sisters. Sure, he likes to wrestle. Sure, he never ever ever ever tells me anything. But he adds so much character to our family. He is an important piece of the puzzle. One that makes me laugh, and makes me wonder, and makes me cry.

One that find me giving him 100 kisses in a row.

Because, of course.

Me: Josh, there’s no way you can eat that entire cup of frozen yogurt.

Josh: Yes. Yes. Yes.

Me: I bet you that you can’t.

Josh: What do you want to bet?

Me: I don’t know…100 kisses?


There may not be an iconic novel about being the mama to girls and boy.

Maybe I will write one. 

Because it’s a good story too.

  1. I would read tht for sure.

    Comment by Tamara on February 29, 2012
  2. My favorite Josh line….

    Him: “Kristin, you have a tattoo????”

    Me: “Yes. How have you seen me a million times and never noticed it?”

    Him: “Well, because I’m always looking at your face.”

    And scene.

    He’s one of a kind!

    Comment by Kristabella on February 29, 2012
  3. He totally is!

    Comment by alimartell on February 29, 2012
  4. I love being mama to my two boys. I adore my beautiful daughter, and she is my amazingness. But, my boys give me 7000 hugs and 4 billion kisses and they love their mommy. Even though they are almost grown, and mostly smell like smelly boy, and go through socks like I do coffee, and grow hair in weird places, and answer in one word sentences, and close their doors to do god knows what, they give me baby boy loving. And always will.

    Comment by mara on February 29, 2012
  5. THIS.
    Just yes.

    Comment by alimartell on February 29, 2012
  6. I’m sure moms of girls can’t stop kissing their babies, too, but there’s something about a boy, right? I can’t stop kissing that boy of mine. He started pushing me away since the age of two, and I still try. MY BOY! I’ll kiss him every day until he’s stronger than me.

    Comment by Jennie on February 29, 2012
  7. I would totally read that book. And, are you sure that your kid makes you cry? Better ask nothingmuch and Nicole if it’s cry-worthy first 🙂

    Comment by Jen on February 29, 2012
  8. I was totally meant to be the mom to boys, only. And I’m such a girly-girl, with my love of shopping and stuff. I think boys are so awesome and special! 🙂

    Comment by Loukia on February 29, 2012
  9. My ex had all girls so I desperately wanted to give him a boy. But I had a girl and actually I couldn’t be happier. I love shopping for pink dresses and do all the girly thing with her.

    Comment by Jordan on March 1, 2012

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