A Shovel and an Ax

I was 20 weeks pregnant when I found out Captain C was going to be a boy. I was in shock. I had two sisters and zero brothers growing up. What in the world was I going to do with a boy? Once I met him, I was 100% in love and confident that I could figure it out.

Then came Terrific T, who just so happened to be....another boy. I was getting the hang of the boy thing now. Bring it on, God!

Then...2 years later...we were expecting our third bundle of joy. We figured it was going to be another boy, but weren't quite ready to hear that at 20 weeks pregnant. We decided we would wait until we saw his sweet face to hear those magic words, "It's a boy!" Imagine the surprise when they said, "It's a GIRL!" the day Princess P was born.

And she is all girl. Painted fingernails. Pink, pink, pink clothes. Drama, drama, drama. 100% girl.


And yet...she has two big brothers.

I love that she is girly, but not always. This weekend, she was so excited because she found a huge worm (not snake huge, thankfully, just huge for a worm) and carried it to the back glass door to show it off as it dangled from her little fingers. So not my girl!

So today, when she comes in looking for an ax and a shovel, I told her where to find them and didn't think a thing of it.

I went out back and this is what is going on:

C is destroying the Halloween pumpkin...yes, finally. It became a Santa pumpkin for a month or so, then sat on the back porch waiting for a day like today. You can see the cotton balls still glued to him for his beard and hair.  T is videoing the whole thing so they can make a stop-motion film of it. He dug a hole first so they could bury the remains. Phew.

I look over and P is busy with her "restaurant" she is running. She got the supplies for the boys, then went back to making mud pies. 

I love this crew God gave me. He knew just what I needed when he picked each of them to be mine! I am thankful we are able to homeschool and be together all the time. Some days are tough. I'm not gonna lie. Big Daddy gets "YOUR kids are insane" emails frequently. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love these little crazy kiddos!