Andrew

So today was a pretty typical day in my world. From the moment he woke up until I was tucking him in, I was constantly having to tell Andrew to talk quieter because we were inside. I'm still amazed at how different little boys and little girls are. Anyone who tries to tell you that they are different because of society or the way they are raised is very wrong, and has obviously never been around children. I ABSOLUTELY love my son, and wouldn't trade him for the world...but I would go crazy if I had 2 of him! Don't get me wrong, he isn't a bad kid at all. He's just all boy, all the time! Everything he does is loud (like father, like son)...walking, talking, opening things, closing things, laughing...everything! And he has that boy sense of humor...farts are hilarious, talking about "pee pee" and "poo poo" is the best thing ever, and crashes of any kind make his day. He is always moving, too. He doesn't ever sit still. Ever. Even in his sleep. And we think it's physically impossible for him to stay quiet for longer than a minute...we actually bribed him and timed it once! But he is also the most gentle-hearted, giving child you'll ever meet. He is sweet and funny. He doesn't like you to be mad or upset with him. He thrives on routine, and likes to follow the rules. He takes what people say very literally. He can be very intense, and he loves to be near people. And he is incredibly protective of his sisters. He often tells me that he wishes he had a brother. It kind of makes me feel guilty. But then again, I know that even though we don't always get what we want, it usually turns out to be what we need.

So, tonight as him and I were walking to his room, and I had to again remind him to be quiet because Devynn was already asleep, I found myself thinking how glad I am to have him. In our house full of pink, he is our blue. With all the estrogen flowing through here, he is our testosterone. While all us girls can be emotional and moody, he is our level-headed thinker. And even though he can be incredibly intense, he somehow balances our family out. He is, as Uncle Steve calls him, "The Boy."

And it wouldn't be my world without him.