November 1 14

I always thought I’d be the mother of girls. I always pictured myself raising a gaggle of sisters like the March family. 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 simply 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 watches Sunday football with me.

And one that finds 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?



He is TWELVE tomorrow, this boy. 


We’ve come a long way, Superman.


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11 was a great year filled with so much fun and funny, and also, of course, two broken limbs.

Some broken appendages weren’t going to keep him from eating ribs, or going to Green Bay to see The Packers play at Lambeau Field.


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Josh made me laugh.

Josh made me so, so happy. 

Josh made me proud.

Also, he makes me coffee almost every night.

I hope he never stops being him. Or wearing Superman t-shirts.



  1. LOVE. That is all.

    Comment by Sister.Big on November 1, 2014
  2. happy BIRTH day super MOM!!!

    Comment by Corinne on November 1, 2014
  3. I love this! I too cannot relate to having a house full of boys even though I played hockey before I owned a Barbie – I will admit that I’m a tad bit scared about never having that “daughter” to hang with eventually.

    Comment by Sonya on November 1, 2014
  4. Oh, my! I would love for anyone to let me give the 100 kisses. Yea, they are stinky but they are the best! Happy Birthday to you momma! As you are the one that is really affected by these stages and growth, and stuff…. xoxo

    Comment by gorillabuns on November 1, 2014
  5. So much love. XO

    Comment by Kat on November 2, 2014
  6. […] Also, there was that whole Josh’s 12th birthday business. […]

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  7. I hope he had a great birthday! He’s so amazing!

    Comment by Kristabella on November 3, 2014

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