Little boys are ace!

My friend texted me yesterday to pass on the happy news that she’d just given birth to a baby boy. He is the perfect little addition to their family as they already have a three year old daughter.

I am always incredibly envious of people who have one of each. I only ever wanted two children and I wanted both of my sons to be girls especially Louie who’s the youngest. I suppose if I’m honest I wanted a mini me, I wanted to be able to match her outfits with mine and fill her room with fluffy, frilly things. Yes, I realise that this is all rather shallow but I also wanted a girl because I’m close to my mum and I wanted the chance to replicate that with my own daughter. Of course there is no guarantee that it would ever have happened. There was always the risk that she’d end up a big butch lesbian covered in piercings and tattoos that couldn’t stand the sight of me. At first I was going to call her Eve but then I decided that it was becoming a little too common and decided on the name Violet. Naturally she was going to have a pink bedroom and lots of teddies and dolls.

As it turned out I ended up with Joel and then Louie, they share a yellow (not blue!) room which is full of diggers and action figures. For a while after Louie was born and despite struggling to cope with the two I already had, I harboured crazy notions that I might actually have another, in the hope it would be a girl. I was willing to try all the techniques for what they’re worth and adopt a special diet etc. but my husband put his foot down and thank god he did. So far I'm still on his side and have put pregnancy and babies firmly in to the past.

Indeed, I had no interest whatsoever in little boys although in retrospect I realise that this was absolutely ridiculous. Little boys are ace, they might fill my house will cars and scooters and bikes but they also fill it with energy and laughter. They do piddle all over the toilet seat but they’re tender and affectionate and sweet and all any mother could wish for.