Yes, I have four boys. Yep, four boys. I am the proud mother of four boys. Let me tell you a bit about them:

C is my oldest. He will be eleven in about 3 months. Eleven going on 17. I am guessing it is about this age that boys start to ‘discover’ themselves. By that I just mean he turns into your typical preteen and rolls his eyes at just about everything I say. He wants a cell phone, can’t wait to drive and has a girlfriend. We have never met her, he does not call her nor does she call our house, but his brothers fill me in on the dirt. (which basically consists of them eating lunch together) He is a smart boy, almost too smart for his own good. Now if I could just convince him that school is as important as his video games.

J is my nine year old. He is my most thoughtful little one, and his sensitivity speaks to my heart on a daily basis. He is also the pickiest eater I have ever met! There are times when I wonder why I even bother to fix good and healthy meals for the boy. But at the same time he is so thoughtful, organized and he takes school so seriously I know I am doing something right. He is playing soccer this season and I love to see him on the field, playing with his friends.

A just turned six-my wild child. A is the type of little boy that will just grate on your last nerves, and then he will come up to me and hug me, look at me with his big, brown eyes and say, “I love you, mommy.” and all is right with the world. He is in kindergarten this year and is learning to read. I am amazed on a daily basis what his little mind can absorb. A is also playing soccer this season, and I must say I love seeing him excited about something other than cartoons and video games. He is on ‘Team USA’ not exactly “Team Dinosaur’ which was his choice, but he is excited nonetheless.

And H is my baby. Actually he will be one in about 12 days. He is starting to walk, has eight teeth and has the cheesiest laugh in the house. He is my last baby-and it is a bittersweet journey for me. Seeing him grow up and doing all these new things is so exciting, but it is also hard. I will never have one of my babies take their first step or cut their first teeth. I will never again wake up in the middle of the night for 2 am feedings. It just isn’t something my husband understands.