Boys are SO rough!

My first blog post is going to be about raising boys - its crazy, but, in the long run, still easier than raising girls. My daughter is a tough one, she has the attitude and the dirty looks to go with it. The boys pretty much listen to what I say. There is A LOT of rough-housing. My oldest had to get stitches in the early part of ‘08 and now my one year old “baby” needed them a few weeks ago. He was not happy being swaddled in sheets on the hospital bed as the plastic surgeon stitched layers of muscle and skin together (who, might I add, I highly recommend - Dr. Anton from Southampton).

I find that my three boys are a bit more even tempered than my daughter. As long as they have something to entertain them, they are set. As soon as there is a bit of boredom, the wrestling begins. In most cases, it doesn’t end until there is blood or at least crying. I’ve learned to pretty much tune it out until it becomes out of hand. Boys will be boys and they are very physical. This is apparent when I am in the middle of a shoot. Certain tricks that will work on the girls (talking about things they like, singing) doesn’t work as well with the boys. I have to play games, jump around, blow bubbles, throw balls, etc. The only talking that tends to work is, well, let’s face it, POTTY TALK!