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Blessed With Both

 When Ross and I decided to try having kids, we were pretty late to the game.  It was (as it should be) a big decision.  I like babies and toddlers, teenagers are fine, but there are some years in the middle that, as a teacher, I wasn't a fan of.  Somewhere in the six to nine range, when "I know" is the most common response.  Yes, you've been alive for less than a decade and conscious of the world for like three years, clearly "you know."  I struggled with this age group, and wasn't sure we should take the leap.  But we leapt anyway.  

We prayed for boys.  

"I'll take two boys, please."  

Boys, we reasoned, would be easier.  They are less emotional, easier to dress - hello jeans and t-shirts, less worrisome in the real world, and Ross would be required to do the birds and bees talk, not me.  So, boys!

God gave us boys.  

It turns out, boys can also be emotional rollercoasters.  Our big guy fluctuates from incredible highs to incredible lows at the blink of an eye.  We hope this is a phase.  

Both boys are clothing snobs.  Everything has to be a certain texture, size, and style - from the socks and shoes to the pants, shirts, and long-sleeves.  There is a very narrow and specific category of clothing that fits the bill.  

I'm definitely not sure how I thought they'd be less worrisome.  Sawyer is a constant candidate for going home with any stranger who greets him.  Because "Mom! He isn't a stranger.  He told me his name, and now you have seen him before."  Gah!  We have got to revamp our definition of stranger!  

But, yeah, Ross is still on the hook for "that" talk.  Except, now we also have girls.  

We didn't pray for girls.  They were bonus material. I thought I would worry about them growing up in this world more than the boys.  That has recently been laid to rest.  It turns out, they are already more capable of defending themselves than the boys are.  We've got a couple of serious biters on our hands.  Handle with care.  

*Face Bite*

As for the emotions and clothing issues, that's still TBD.

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