There are 5 of us--I frequently use the terms zoo and locker room in place of Monkey House. All are completely accurate. I am the only girl--and the feeling of being outnumbered increases as the little monkies get older! All in all, a pretty great (although chaotic) place to be!
I don't really know what to say about myself here, but felt obligated to have a caption since I have one for all the boys!
Soldier Boy
Before there was a "Soldja Boy" there were the Sherelles...they sang a song called "Soldier Boy" and I have called him that since we met. He is my friend and my strength. I love him with everything in me.
Monkey #1
He's kind and smart; athletic and sensitive; trying to figure out the difference between being a little boy and a young man. A rocky road--especially without the road map of an older sibling to follow. He blazes a great trail, though, and his little brothers are all the more lucky because of it!
Monkey #2
He is a genius...an absentminded one, but genius nonetheless. Everyone who meets him describes him as an "old soul." It is in his eyes and in his conversation--especially in his questions. At 2 1/2, he told me, "I'm not big like N. I'm not little like J. I'm just like me." What we all hope to instill in our middle children, he knew on his own before his 3rd birthday! He loves everyone.
Monkey #3
4 hours after his birth I told him, "You are the third of three boys. You have to be BIG or FAST." He is both. Surefooted and coordinated, fearless and frightening. He has no concept that he is younger or smaller than his brothers and is quite sure he can do anything they can. He is the comic relief of the family, without even meaning to be. He reveres his brothers--even as he tortures them.
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