Boys of my Dreams
One of the great things about having only boys for children is the lack of lots of the drama that comes along with little girls. I have loved this part of life as a mom of boys, fully appreciating that as long as there is some kind of article made out of some kind of cloth material in their drawers, they will just pull them up over their skinny legs, or shrug it over their buzzed heads, and be done with it. No hemming or hawing over what to wear, and I love it. I can stand at the wheat grass juicer and listen to them get dressed, and have not a care in the world.
