<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef01156fb0175c970c-pi.jpg" style="display: inline;"><img alt="My three sons" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef01156fb0175c970c  at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef01310fa39d4b970c" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef01310fa39d4b970c-pi.jpg" title="My three sons" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It&#39;s official: I&#39;m a mom of <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2006/12/boys.html">boys</a>!<br /><br />I wasn&#39;t the <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2009/03/let-the-guessing-games-begin.html">least bit surprised </a>when the ultrasound clearly showed the extra appendage that made it official. Three boys. Wow. Most days I&#39;m pretty sure I can handle it, but then I have a day like yesterday -- when the two year old lodged a Lego up his nose (yes, really - and yes, it was bloody), was run over by the eight year-old neighbor driving a 4X4 power wheel and both boys insisted they were still hungry. At 9:00 PM.&#0160; After dinner and a snack.<br /><br />I may need to go back to work just to pay for the extra groceries. <br /><br />Then again, I&#39;ve already trained the boys to always put the toilet seat down AND to wipe the toilet after each use. A sticky toilet is a crime punishable by ... well, I&#39;ve never actually told them, but they&#39;re clever enough not to leave evidence behind and find out.<br /><br />I may have this boy parenting thing down.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>
