I'm not sure we could have celebrated the beginning of summer better than a trip to Trainland USA(a converted 1970s ranch house in the middle of nowhere) The boys were all about the model trains for about umm...15 minutes. (it took 45 to get there)
When the ultrasound tech declared I was having another boy, I declared myself princess! No job sharing here. I wear the tiara in this family. I'm the mother of three darling little boys. Add in my husband and dog(yes, my grumpy male dog counts) and that's a lot of testosterone. They are dirty little wrestling rascals. I let my boys be boys, but I like things pretty. What's the best defense and the only way I stay sane? Organize my heart out, decorate in spite of 2000 match box cars on the kitchen floor and when the castle gets really crazy I grab something and paint it!