I grew up in a house full of girls. And when we found out at our 20 week scan that David was another wee boy we were inundated with comments such as "oh well, you'll just need to try again for a girl." But for me, I've never had that yearning for a daughter that many Mummy's have. In fact, when I was pregnant with John I was desperate for a little boy, which is odd considering how much a girly-girl I was growing up - anything pink, fairy or cute, I would obsess over. But for some reason I'd always seen myself with boys.
Maybe it's simply because I've been there, done that, when it comes to girls. Perhaps it's the niggling inside of me that doesn't think I'd be a great role model for a girl. Or perhaps it's purely knowing we've not got to pay for a wedding one day! Or maybe it's just now I know how loving & cuddly little boys can be! But one thing is for sure, when I look at these two little boys and already see how much love they've got for each other, I know that (for us) boys are the best!
So in the same way my parents used to refer to my sisters & I as "the girls", I can refer to my kids as "the boys".