Whirling Dirvish Photography

I’ve always talked about being a boy, or wanting a brother instead of a sister, or wanting my child to be a boy…. an now…. yep, it’s what I got.

Having MAWJ by herself for 3.79999 years was heaven; what’s the big deal with boys anyhow? I love my little girl. Women always say, “Oh, they’ll steal your heart” or “There’s nothing like a little prince.” Well, as I look down at the massive bowl filled with stained clothes and Oxy Clean, or the mess of popped balloons, or even the chocolate smudge fingerprints ALL OVER my computer screen, I realize that I’m not too sure those comments apply to me just yet. This may have to do with the fact that even though MAWJ is aesthetically a prima donna, she is in fact very much boy-like. As a matter of fact she’s not too many degrees off of where my sisters and I were at her age. We’ve might have had a few more snakes, horny toads, and mud pies than she has… but all in all… I’ve decided I’ve got two boys. One just wears dresses occasionally.