Boys, boys, boys

It seems like ever since I have learned that we are having a boy, I have been acutely aware of the decibel difference between the genders.  

At one point we were in the van driving - with the girls in the middle and boys in the back.  There was not a peep coming from the middle row, but you would never be able to tell, because the raucous from the back was filling every square inch of the car.  Hubby and I started laughing when we realized that for a good 30 seconds, the sounds were not audible words, but rather 'blasts' and 'shots' and 'light saber zaps,' with the occasional 'hi-yah' and 'ahhhh' thrown in.

Yep - boys come with their own sound system intact, and in the 10 years since we have been privileged to parent boys, I have yet to find a volume control - just one switch... on/off.

At times, it's hard to tell if they are just play fighting, or if it has once again crossed the line from 'brotherly love' to 'brotherly brawl' 

... and I sometimes wonder if they are really friends, or just see each other as moving target practice.

At night, however, after all is said and done.

And the sweet silence of sleep envelops the second floor.

It both makes me laugh, and warms my heart to walk by the bigger bed room (with enough bed space for three people)

 To find it empty...


and then walk into the smaller room to find all three bodies huddled together for the night.

... and I am once again renewed in the hope that we just may survive adding a 4th boy after all.