That's What Boys are Made of...

Hand print on cupboards, and shoes in the hall.

Toilet Seats up, and there's mud on the wall.

Every sports channel to them will appeal,

and the front room doubles as a football field.

The shelves in the kitchen are continually bare.

There's toy on the couch, and jeans on the chair.

Wrestling and mud and cars and noise;

I'm sure you can tell I'm the MOTHER OF BOYS!

We had our 20 week ultrasound this week.  And they again did confirm that we are having another wonderful little boy.  I am the baby of 8 children.  I have 6 sisters and 1 brother.  Where does the boy fall?  Just right above me.  So my father(bless his heart) had 6 GIRLS before they got a boy.  Then my sisters started having children.  Girls? No! Boys?  Lots of them!  My oldest sister had 4 boys, and then a girl, and one more boy.  The next sister down had 6 BOYS!  The rest got a fair mixture.  Except my brother....who had triplet BOYS!  So out of 34 grandchildren....only 12 are girls.  4 of those girls belonging to my sister Dianne, who has no boys.  So having another boy isn't a shock for us.  We are just as thrilled as ever.  I get asked a lot if I am disappointed.  At first...I was a little.  But then I had a really good conversation with my mom.  She said, "When we found out our 7th child was going to be a boy, Grandpa Weidner proudly announced to the world that his son had finally done it and had gotten a boy."  My mother wondered what was wrong with all her little girls she loved so dearly.  My mother went on to tell me that she didn't keep having children to try for a boy, but she kept having them because she loved children and new this was her family.  I also get asked if we will have another baby...."to try for a girl."  Right now the answer is no.  But I can't guarantee we won't have another baby.  Not to "try for a girl" though.  But because I love children.  I love MY children.  And if the Lord sees fit to send me a 5th boy...I will gladly except.  I feel so blessed to be the mother of these amazing little guys.  They are what makes my world go round.  And if I can raise them to be half the man my father is and my husband...then my job will be complete.  As my father put his arm around me he said, "boys make great missionaries" I felt even more blessed to have the opportunity to teach these boys the gospel.  And if Das and I can teach them well and to respect the women in their lives....someday I will have wonderful daughter in laws.

There are these boys who stole my heart.

They call me MOM!