We're off the hook!

I’m girly girl. I love shoes and makeup and fixing my hair. 

Whoa, whoa, whoa - oops, I didn't mean to say that.  There was a slight mix up due to my being overly exhausted.  It just so happens that that's the first line of my spectacular guest poster today, Amanda @ It's Blogworthy.  I...uh...am not a fan of makeup.  I swear - it was just that one time for Halloween.

Moving on...Amanda is a spectacular girl with a spectacular family and a love for her kid like no other.  And on top of that, she's funny, and clever and, above all else, endearing.  I think after reading this, you'll know what I mean.  And on top of all that, this post is probably one of my favorites ever created by anyone. Read on, and you'll see.

I’m girly girl. I love shoes and makeup and fixing my hair. 

I don’t like sports or getting dirty. I hate to sweat. My favorite color is pink. I spend my weekends watching the likes of Project Runway and Toddlers and Tiaras.

So you’d think, based on all those facts, that I would have longed for a little girl to dress in the fluffiest pink skirts, bald head adorned with a flower bigger than her face.

And you’d be wrong.

Of course we did the thing where we said “Oh, we don’t care if we have a boy or a girl. Just as long as he/she is healthy.” That was totally true, too. I would have loved a little girl and yes, any daughter of mine would have had a whole mess of ginormous hairbows. Deep down inside, both of us walked into the ultrasound room over a year ago with an unspoken desire to have a son.

We walked out of the office that day with a print out of our son’s junk, an arrow artfully pointed to it with a caption that read “BOY!!!!” (as if it wasn’t obvious) with a spring in our step. At our celebratory dinner that night, we listed all the things we wouldn’t have to worry about now that we knew we’d be having a boy: no evenings chaperoning a boyband concert; no periods to explain; not prom dresses to buy. Weddings? WE’RE OFF THE HOOK! *HIGH FIVE*

Little girls? They are great. But I was a teenage girl. My husband teaches teenage girls. Teenage girls aren’t fun. So, ok, we’d have years before we dealt with teenage hormones, but before then? Listen, I read your people’s blogs. You, there --  with the daughter who at 3 years old has already sassed you more TODAY than I have sassed anyone for six months – I’m sure that’s cute for like four days.

Ok, ok. I know I’m stereotyping greatly here, but the fact of the matter is, my husband hates being bored. Having a little boy to teach the important things in life – like basketball and eating steak and whatever else is important to men – was and is really appealing to him. He’ll have a buddy. And I’m looking forward to the day when we can all go to the beach and my husband and son can play catch or make sandcastles and leave me alone to soak in the sun and read a book for crying out loud.

I’m also secretly hoping to have a sweet little mama’s boy who likes to treat his Mom like a Queen.

They say, "Know your Audience" and she was spot on when she wrote this post.  I think I mention nerf gun fights at least once a week on this blog, and there won't be any nerf fighting with a daughter.  Unless  I'm misunderstanding what a daughter is. But I don't think I am.