When I joined with Cody’s family seven years ago there was only one grandchild.

There are now seven.

We are quickly being outnumbered.

As I sat against a wall last night while we tried to fake some sort of family all together dinner I realized the adults are losing.

Little people are over taking our lives.

Adults: nine.

Kids: seven.

Five of the seven are fully capable of forming complete sentences, making demands and having opinions.

Five of the seven are also boys.

Four of the five boys spent the evening hurling themselves down the stairs.

the moosh spent the evening wondering who the heck these guys were and where the heck they came from.

the moosh is lost in a sea of sound effects, Spiderman, guns, cars and Transformers.

As am I. I never had a brother. I only have one little girl who oozes princess and bleeds pink.

Mrs. Fussypants just found out that she is knocked up with her fifth boy. As in they will live in her house all at the same time for at least 18 years.

Let’s all give the fabulous Mrs. Fussypants a big bloggy round of applause and congratulations.

That woman has balls.

12 of them.

Comments

  1. I can totally understand why boys would be scary to someone who hasn’t been around them. I wasn’t ever around them either so imagine my surprise when I found out my first was a boy! And then my second (who we sadly lost). And then my third. And I can honestly say, don’t believe the hype. ;) My boys are both sweet and good natured. My 8 year old is quiet, shy and loving. My baby is a ball of charm and so much fun, he attracts oohs and ahhs wherever we go. I’m pregnant again, don’t know what it is yet. I’d like a girl, since this is our last and I’d like that experience. But if it’s another boy, I say “Bring it on!”. :)

  2. Holy crap!

  3. At Christmas #1 last weekend, there were 6 boys and 2 girls under the age of 5.

    Two of those boys are mine and I can attest to the fact that BOYS ARE LOUD.

    They also take extreme pleasure in lobbing themselves (and toys, and kitchen utensils, anything NOT BOLTED DOWN) down flights of stairs. Or across the room. Or at another human being.

    I am so glad “we” got fixed :)

  4. I have raised one of each and I would do the boy over again in a heart beat. The girl again? Hells no! I would run screaming from the delivery room.

    Now my daughter has a daughter, and I just sit back and laugh!

  5. Totally can relate. 10 years ago, in my family, there was 1 baby. Now, there are 15!! 10 boys and 5 girls. It is crazy for sure. I have 3 boys and 1 girl and, at least in my experience, the boys are more physically exhausting but cause less mental anguish!

  6. Oh Casey, That was great!

    I enjoyed that post almost as much as discovering your brazillian heritage.

    Love to You, Cody & The Moosh!

    Merry Christmas

  7. We’ve got fourteen kids and eight adults.

    We lose the battle every damn time. Which is why we grownups partake in a little festive spirits (wink, wink) each time we get together.

    Makes the losing a little easier.

    Wish me luck. I’m facing off with the spawn tomorrow…we’re having a sleep over. All 14 kids and 8 adults under one roof for 48 hours.

    I’m scared I may not make it out…

  8. Tuesday as we celebrate Christmas in Indy, there will be 34 children under the age of 14 in the house. 23 of them will be boys. 16 are boys under the age of 8. Every single one of them is capable of scaring me so badly I pee my pants.

  9. Balls, indeed.

    The four I pushed out can’t walk by one another without a jostle or slug. Each wants the leg up. One boy is four, the other eleven. And they still compete for power. Testosterone, ey?

  10. On Christmas eve, I will be experiencing this. My two girls have not been exposed to the loud, rambunctious, dog pile and pillow fight Christmas eves that they will get this year. I wonder how it will all play out.

  11. Why do I see this as my destiny? (I want tutu’s in my future, dammit!)

    Five boys is huge feat! Congrats, congrats!

  12. I am so happy for Mrs. Fussy!!!!

    I don’t know how she deals with 12 balls…I can’t stand 2.

  13. boys are entirely different species. seriously.

  14. um, that would be AN entirely different species…

  15. I think I’ll quit at six balls here, which includes my husband, of course. You are so funny!