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Boys, Socks, and Why I Need a Baby Girl

So I just discovered I gave birth to a boy.

I realize that just now discovering the baby I had roughly a year and a week ago, is a boy is a bit inconvenient, but I have my reasons.

When you have your first baby you are just excited to finally hold your child.  Yes, you make the distinction of if the little one is a boy or a girl by the choice of his or her name.

But honestly, it’s a baby.

Point in case; think back to when you talked about your baby after he or she was first born. I am pretty sure it went kind of like this.

“You won’t believe what my baby did today!”

“My baby is cutting teeth!”

“The little one kept me up all night.”

I could go on forever. But you get the gist. Your baby is just that “a baby.” You never consider significance of your child being a boy or a girl…

Until their personalities start peaking through their all their pudgy babiness.

And you discover that not only are you living with two males, but two that have the same sense of humor despite the twenty-four year age gap.

Point in case.

Two weeks ago, we were packing for a trip to Milwaukee. The hubby was folding socks (something that never happens often in our house) and Darren is in his playpen to keep him from getting into everything. I am in standard packing panic mode, speed-racing around the house trying to fill two suitcases with more stuff that we need for a four day-trip.

Peals of baby laughter and man giggles are coming from the living room.

“Baby! Baby! Come here,” hubby gasps between giggles. “Watch!”

I walk into the room as he launches a pair of rolled socks in his son’s direction. Darren is sitting in the furthest corner of the playpen gurgling with laughter.

Cute, it does make me smile; but why they find is so hilarious is really beyond me.

This is when if felt the first inkling of being out numbered.

Then this past Saturday rolled around. I had a pretty relaxing morning with Darren. He was well behaved and cheerful.

Then daddy came home.

And my cheerful well-behaved boy woke up from his nap and realized that his partner in crime had magically appeared while he was asleep.

By supper time I was ready to pull my hair out. Two and a half hours of constant yelling, grunting, protesting being told no, and etc.

And the little man wasn’t done. He was loudly stating his disgruntlement at how long his mama was taking to fix his plate.

The hubby finally noticing my frayed ends and gives me a hug, while still hugging me he’s creates an impromptu game of peek-a-boo with Darren, swinging our bodies back and forth so that only one of us can look at Darren at a time.

Darren finds this terribly amusing.

I find in it extremely dizzying.

My frustration is about to boil over.

“Baby, just chill out,” the hubby says to try to get me to relax.

“But you two are such…….BOYS!” I sputter indignantly.

Man giggles is all I get in response.

Boys, I can’t live with them, so I think it’s time we try to have a baby.

Hopefully it will be a girl or I am in a world of trouble.


4 comments on “Boys, Socks, and Why I Need a Baby Girl

  1. 3Princesses Engraving
    April 26, 2011

    I have the opposite here (3 girls). And yes, my husband is completely out numbered. Really with girls it's all the emotions, glitter and girly things in the house. We decided to get a pet and the first thing my husband said was "boy!" so now he has a boy dog and I guess a little more testosterone in the house.

  2. Three Boys and an little lady here so I can relate. SMILE!Now following. Thanks for visiting the Get Wired Wednesday Blog Hop hosted by Three Boys and an Old Lady and Victoria's Voice.~~Tomi

  3. Monika
    May 5, 2011

    Just browsing some of the blog hop blogs and I wanted to say hi! I will follow you as well<3Monika @ Aias Dot Ca (

  4. Nikki T (@DysfunctionalNT)
    September 21, 2012

    Hi there! Stopping by from the Bloggy Moms blog hop! You’ve got some funny stuff here! You definitely need to come check out my blog. I have 2 girls and 1 boy and after reading some of my stuff…you might be careful what you wish for! lol YES, my boy is all boy and he is wild as hell but, my girls….well…’s a constant struggle to prove who is the Queen B of this house! I look forward to more of your posts! I’m over at if you want to stop by for a visit!

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This entry was posted on April 26, 2011 by in babies, boys, hubby, laughter, socks.
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