It's no secret that I wanted girls.
The gut-wrenching pain when I see baby girl clothes has gone, and I am finally loving being a mama to wild little men. Many people told me when I would express my desire for a baby girl to stick giant bows on, that I should be thankful for my boys..because boys are nicer to their mothers.
I'd like to take you on a little journey of our household, to see just how nice boys can be.
This morning, as I was getting dressed for work, Uriah was playing the I-don't-love-you-I-love-daddy game. When Daddy is home, Mama is invisible (until someone gets hurt then suddenly they can see me again). I usually play along, telling them it's okay to love Daddy too. Sometimes I pretend to be sad and secretly enjoy that they aren't driving me crazy.
During this morning's shenanigans I asked Uriah if he thought I was pretty. I got a resounding "NO!". We giggled, and I offered him a piece of advice. "Son, when a girl asks if she's pretty, you always say yes. Even if she's not. You always say yes." I then went on through naming all of his peers that are girls and saying each time, "if she asks if she looks pretty, you say YES."
We went along, and a few minutes later I asked him again how I looked. Same answer. I pretended to cry, and he patted me on the back, saying "It's okay Mama, I love you. I do love you."
"But I want you to say I'm pretty!"
"Well, your hair is pretty. Your hair is, but not your face."
I've said it before, and I'll say it again.. this man cub needs a lot of work.
I'll be spending the next twenty years writing my apology letter to my future daughter-in-law.
There's always hope for Ezra.
