I wanted a girl so much that when the specialist ultrasound tech at the specialist prenatal office told me early on that my fetus looked like a boy, I cried silently there on the table all by my lonesome while she pointed out the brain and the spine and the bladder.
And then I cried for about a week straight after that.
It sure didn't help that P. was burst into tears when I told her she'd be having a little brother instead of a little Lina (a name she chose herself) and then asked questions like "If the baby is a boy, can it still be my sister?" It didn't help that the vast majority of baby clothes we had were so, so girly. Our folding stroller was pink. We didn't have a boy's name picked out. (More on that later!) And both me and the mister kid of secretly equated having boys with utter and complete chaos. Things breaking. Pee on the seat. That sort of thing.
Then we had H. And he turned out pretty cool.
Now I'm kind of liking the idea of the mixed set family dynamic. I'm looking forward to not having to deal with fights about clothes or boys. P. will boss H. and H. will bug P. It's going to be great. But as for mothering boys... that's something I know nothing about. So enlighten me.
Mamas, I really would love to know what you love about raising boys. Tell me everything I have to look forward to!