Let's hear it for the boys!

We took a spontaneous trip to the beach yesterday. Sandy Hook is only about an hour drive from our place and since the season hasn't officially started yet it's free and almost completely empty. It was a belated Mother's Day present since my husband had to work over the weekend.

While basking in the sun on my blanket in the sand, I thought about what I might write about today. Perhaps a metaphore about finding treasures that have washed up on shore (we found a broken stop watch, a golf ball, baseball, and a plastic lion toy). Or something about how the waves smooth out all the rough edges to make beautiful polished stones.

But as I lay there watching my son run up and down the sand dunes and my husband walk with the baby along the shore, I felt that I just wanted to soak it all up and be grateful.

Having two little boys is a lot of work, and growing up in a family with just two girls, I feel I have a little bit of a learning curve when it comes to this whole boy thing. My husband and three year old spent the first half hour collecting drift wood to build into a "beach house" to block the wind. This is something I would have never thought of myself, since the first thing I usually do at the beach is walk along the shore line and look for sea shells, or the ever practical mom, make sure everyone has their sunscreen and hats. It just seemed so wonderfully "boy", and I felt like Wendy in Peter Pan, when the lost boys built her a house.

Whenever I am out with my boys there is always someone who comments, "so are you hoping for a girl next?"

This question always rubs me the wrong way a little. I know people mean well, but my mama bear reflexes immediately rise up. What's wrong with boys? Why does everyone think I MUST want a girl?

Girls do get all the cute clothes, and I have a great relationship with my own mother. I'm sure if God ever blessed us with a daughter It would be absolutely wonderful, and I welcome the adventure.

For now though, it's kind of nice to be the only Queen in the castle.

A big thanks to my husband who orchestrated this trip and who is responsible for all of the beautiful pictures! Love you!

Ladies, if you want awesome home movies and pictures, marry an NYU CADA graduate!

That last one was me behind the lens, not bad eh? I had a good teacher...