the {boy}

For 8+ years I was blessed with 4 girls...
I loved it... every moment.
Even still if you ask me I would have 4 girls again in a heartbeat!

and then
he came along...

he had stinky feet at birth...
he is all boy...
he farts...
and is SUPER cute.

and boy howdy to I love him.
(and so do his sisters)

last week him climbed into my bed at some early hour,
grabbed my face with his sweet little hands,
and said this
"I love you momma"

Oh My goodness... this boy knows the way to his mom's heart.

there is also this..
"you not work today momma? you stay home with me. I no go to Jas-a-mins, I stay here with you. I no like it when you work."
And when I tell him I am staying home he runs down the hall screaming at his sisters
"MOMMA STAYING HOME WITH ME TODAY! YIPPEE! WOO HOO!"

Talk about making me never want to work again...

Yesterday morning there was this... (at dark 0'clock again)
"Momma?"
"Uh" (with my eyeballs stuck shut)
"Momma?"
"Uh" (non responsive)
"Momma?" (I think I rolled over at this point)
"Uh"
"MOMMA!"
(He grabs my face and turns it to him)
"It's me, your buddy." (i melt at this point)

Like I could ever forget!
That did it, I rolled over and planted a huge smacker on his cute little face & got out of bed.

***and little footnote for all you 3 & 4 year old girls out there...
He does laundry... and likes it!***

So while I am busy navigating life with a boy...
after 4 girls...
I am so thankful that God saw fit to give me a little bit of cream to top all that sugar.