Surrounded and Outnumbered

It is not unusual to step on a matchbox car in the middle of the night or to hear baseballs rolling around in the back of the car.  It's not uncommon to notice a loud thump followed by yelling or tears when the wrestling has gotten a little out of control.  Such is life when you have boys.  And, I am surrounded.

I wasn't always surrounded.  In fact, growing up, I was in the majority at home and at school.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing sports and being active.  But, I also enjoyed Barbies, dressing up and being an all around girly girl.  Now when I'm getting dressed up and want help deciding if my shoes match my outfit, I can't seem to find anyone who cares.  So, I do the best I can and hope that everything matches OK.

Also, on some of the few occasions when I might have a chance to relax on the couch to watch one of my favorite TV shows, I inevitably have requests to change the channel to the "Nats" game.  And, I am outnumbered.

Soon, I will hopefully not only be outnumbered, but I'm going to run out of hands.  What?!  I was speaking to an experienced mother of four a few weeks ago who told me of the experience of going from two children to three children when you "run out of hands."  I can't wait!

Jeff and I are in the process of adopting a second time from China.  Jonathan Wilson ZhuYe Lum will be joining our family in about 10 weeks if everything runs smoothly from here on out.

We couldn't be more excited!  I am surrounded.  I am outnumbered.  I am the mother of boys.  And, I wouldn't have it any other way!