Football and tutus

When I was 3 years old, my older sister was 8. (My little sister wasn’t born yet) Courtney (older sis) and I were pretty much inseparable. We played together. We fought together. I followed her around like a lost puppy. She hated it and she loved it. Mostly, though, I think we loved having each other. We had a huge bonus room that was painted bubble gum pink, just for us. In my memories (at 3) of this room, it was massive. I’m talking HUGE. It probably wasn’t THAT big, but to me it was. Inside this room, our stepdad built us this huge playhouse that was 2 stories and had windows and stairs and it was awesome. I’d pay good money to still live in that house with that awesome playhouse built on the inside!! Anyway, I remember playing for hours in the pink room. It was fun. I also remember that Courtney’s best friend, Adrienne, lived across the street. They would go and ride their bikes all around the neighborhood. I couldn’t go because my bike had training wheels and I couldn’t keep up or go up and down the big hills. Well, at 3, I’d had enough! I wanted to ride with the big girls. So, I told my stepdad to take the training wheels off and he said he would, but that if he took them off he wasn’t putting them back on. I would just have to learn to ride. So I did. I also learned to swim at 3 because my sister was and I wanted to.
This post…is about siblings. I loved and still love having siblings. There were 3 of us so it was always 2 against 1 or 3 against our mom. But, we still love each other very much and now that we’re all grown up, we’re all pretty close. I want Dawson to have a sibling. I can’t wait for Dawson to have a sibling. Unfortunately, Daniel can wait. He could probably wait a couple of years or more. I can’t wait that long. I have this deep-seeded yearning in my heart for another baby. I don’t want to get too far away from the newborn days and then have to go back. I may never go back. Also, I keep going back and forth on what gender I would prefer the second time around. My heart is obviously my son. I would SO take another little boy in a heartbeat…but wouldn’t it be a perfect world if I could have one of each? Maybe, maybe not. I know that the disappointment I felt when I found out definitively that Dawson was a boy was a lot to handle. I wanted that girl so badly. I knew in my heart Dawson was a boy, and when he was born you couldn’t have given me 20 girls for my one boy. I was meant to be a boy mom. Like I said, I would SO take another little boy. Being a boy mom and the queen of the house is pretty damn fun. I can’t wait for football and tee ball and soccer…and honestly, I have no heartache over not having ballet class or gymnastics coming up in the not so distant future…but hair bows and tutus would be pretty awesome too. I mean I’m a little old for tutus and people kind of look at me funny when I wear a big flower in my hair.