My Men

When I was pregnant, before we knew he was a boy, I thought for sure the baby was a girl. I believe God has a sense of humor and I thought God would bring Steve and I a little girl, simply because watching a little girl and Steve interact would be hysterical.

My husband is the most manly man you will ever meet, he scoffs at anything feminine. He immediately exits the room when he notices I am watching a movie that would be considered a "chick flick". He would never pluck his eyebrows, get a manicure (he did get a pedicure once, but that is a long story), wear lotion, or worry about what to wear to an event. With all this in mind I thought it would be entertaining to have a little girl for Steve to have tea parties with and hold her dolls for. God obviously had different plans and as much as I would have loved to see Steve interact with a daughter, I would never wish my little man was a girl.

Don't get me wrong, watching Steve and Matt interact warms my heart more than a hot cup of coffee does on a cold, snowy morning. However, sometimes it also causes all the blood in my head to drain to my feet, my mouth to go dry, and me to run away screaming. Let me explain...

On Saturday morning, I was downstairs while the boys were upstairs in our bedroom. I heard a lot of laughing and yelling so I went upstairs to see what was going on. I walked in the room and caught my sweet, tender child standing on the very top of the headboard of our bed (it is approximately 3 feet high), he then hurled his tiny, delicate body on to the bed. I stood there in horror, immediately picturing my child breaking one of his limbs. I gave Steve a dirty look, which only made him laugh harder. I simply stated, "I cannot watch this!" and exited the room.

Yesterday, I was doing some stuff around the house when I entered the living room and found my baby boy standing on the armrest of the couch, he then jumped off the arm rest on to the floor, with Steve sitting near by laughing and telling him, "Good job!" I gave Steve another nasty look and told him, "He is going to break his leg!" To which, Steve rolled his eyes and said, "He is a boy and he is having fun- relax!"

I absolutely love the bond that my 2 men share, however, it pains me that this bond is made stronger with dangerous activities. I am not sure how long I can put up with these "boy activities" without having to be committed to a psych ward.

I know without a doubt; God really does have a sense of humor, but rather than laughing at Steve as I had planned, He is laughing at me.