I love raising boys. People ask me all the time whether we are going to try for a girl and I can honestly say no. If we had another child and it was a girl that would be lovely I'm sure but oh, how I adore boys. I love the running and spinning and bouncing and dirt and mud and sweat and bugs and rocks and sand and sticky fingers. I love how they adore their brother, how a fire truck makes their day and how a construction site is the height of interesting. I love how my boys love their mother best of all.
(photo courtesy Sara Wiehn)
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