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Boys, boys, boys.  I have never thought there was a down side to parenting girls, until recently.  Perhaps it is the sheer number of them hanging around.  Perhaps I am getting old and unable to cope (no, that's not it).  Perhaps we have stunning daughters whom boys simply can not resist.  Whatever the reason, they have inundated our home and have interrupted the delicate balance of estrogen with their enormous amounts of testosterone. 

I had some time today to just sit back and meditate on situations that have come up over the summer and have decided the fault does not lie within our home.  It falls squarely on forces unseen.  Namely all these young men.  Don't get me wrong, I love most of the guys my girls bring home, but some of them have just missed the mark, parentally speaking.

New boys visiting, old boys hanging out, boys that come over all the time just to say hi, boys that have broken my girls hearts, old boys who call, boys wanting recommendations, boys enjoying meals with us, boys just stopping by, boys leaving toilet seats up, boys, boys, boys.

Even Kelsey, clear up in Seattle mind you, is not immune to the madness.  It seems every day there is a new boy that she is informing me about.  Mariners games with boys, U. of W. football boys, boys with sailboats, boys on the bus, boys at her work, boys from school, boys, boys, boys.

Here's to Graham, Jeff, Mike, Jacob, Michael, Nathan, Scott, Grant, Chase, Vincent, AJ, Russell, Connor, Cheyne, Billy, Rory, Kyle, Alex, Pato and so many more.  I honestly do love it when you are over but please, for the love of all that's right in this world, try to keep your testosterone under control when you are here.

 

Except for you Mr. Roderick, you live here.