My
number is a ratio - 1 girl to 3 boys.
I
grew up with my older brother and two older boy cousins on the banks of Lake
George in upstate NY. Most days I could be seen standing alone on the dock
watching the boys way off in the distance paddling away in the canoe - the boys
having successfully ditched me.
I
learned how to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed, so when the boys
snuck out early in the mornings to play “King of The Dock” (a particularly
brutal game with no rules, except one, last man dry on the dock won) I would not miss it!
On
the rare occasion when I successfully retired for the night bruised and
battered from climbing rocks, jumping cliffs, swimming long distances, and
running as fast as I could to keep up, I never laughed so hard or had so much
fun than I did with Corby, Kevin, and Scott. Instead of proper bridesmaids
at my wedding, I named them my three bridesmaids. My brother, maid of honor, stood next to me and held my bouquet.
On
May 10th, 2012 history repeated itself. I gave birth to my second
son, Finnegan Leith Bahn and again became a family of 1 girl to 3 boys!
Scott,
the oldest of the four of us from the first generation, called it - he said
there was no way I was having a girl! I was born to live with all boys my whole
life.
My
repeat of life with boys truly hit home, when my husband was sitting at the
table with our first son Wyatt, holding 3-day-old Finnegan in his arms and said
to me, “Don’t mind us Mama, the boys are hanging out.” I dropped everything I
was doing and came running, “I can hang too,” I glared.
1 comment:
Hahahaaaa! I love it! I know baby...I am swimming in princesses, pink, softballs, and dresses!!! Life is so funny. I love you
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