Blue Boy Hue
With the cries of baby boy #1, 22 years ago, my world took on a blue boy hue. From firetrucks and stick guns, to Lego’s and robotics, motorbikes, and surfboards our home leaked blue. There was little femininity in the Boyd household, as boy #2, #3 and #4 wailed their way into our tribe in seven rapid years. In many respects it was easier to not upset the mix with a girl. We knew boys. We knew what to do with boys. We had boys down. We had the clothes, the shoes, the toys, and apparently the “boy only” mold. We would not have it any other way. I would strive to keep girly moments in my life. Whether it be a shopping trip (alone), a girl’s weekend away, flowers on the table, candles lit, or a tea party here and there. However, the reality is, with 5 guys in the house, I was clearly outnumbered and for most of the time it was easier to go with them than fight them. The table talk was often about cars, planes, electronic this and Elon Musk that. The truth is, boys love their Mo