Growing up I was always a bit of a tomboy. I still am I think. I would much rather be wearing running shorts and no makeup than get all dressed up and have to wear shoes that hurt my feet, or heaven forbid, make me any taller than I already am.
It's been totally ok with me that this house is not a prissy house. (Prissy is ok, but just not for me.) Tirzah, while she
does love to have her hair fixed and wear pretty dresses, can definitely wrestle with the best of them. She is a drama queen, no doubt, but thankfully she can hold her own sandwiched between two wild brothers.
Merrick from the beginning has been something of a barbarian. He was the original "hooligan". He reminds me of Tarzan, honestly. His long hair, climbing skills, and aversion to wearing anything but his underwear kind of fit the part. He loves anything rough and loud and not appropriate for inside the house. If he can get away with such activities inside the house? Well that makes him even happier. Today? It was soccer. Thankfully I don't have a lot of breakable items that he hasn't already broken.
The other day I noticed he had lined up all his super heroes on the coffee table, and they were taking turns fighting each other and yelling insults. (Tirzah's favorite insult is "you're stinky". I am glad that's the extent of her vocab right now. I realize it could be much worse.)
There are obviously going to be different struggles raising boys or girls. Right now they all have the same struggle, which is that they can't seem to hear about 80% of what mom says. I'm sure it will get more complicated as we go...but for now I'm just working on getting Merrick to wear clothes, and Tirzah to make it to breakfast before she has her first emotional breakdown. Jericho is still in the phase where he's what we like to call "the terrorist", (wreaking havoc on all who step in his way) so that's a whole different blog post.