No Girls Allowed

My son is going through some major changes right now.

It's not what you might think it is at first. He's 6.

"Turk" is tall and skinny, wishes he had more muscles, and, thanks to the Olympics, practices handstands against his bedroom wall every night. But even with all his practicing, he is still skin and bones, just like me when I was 6 (and 11, and 15....*sigh).

While Turk is going to have to wait until puberty or beyond to gain some muscular definition, he is dealing with another major change right now. Fifty-seven days ago, he was the youngest of two. Now he's the 4th youngest of five.

Yeah, you read that right. He was the youngest of two, and is now the 4th youngest of five.

On July 10th, my wife and I adopted three sisters into our home. They are 7, 6, and 4.

So add to those three new sisters the older sister that Turk already had, and he is now well-outnumbered by girls in this house. He and I both.

Overall, I would say the transition is going very well. I found this on his bedroom door yesterday:

(No girls allowed)

Ah, change. It's the one thing we can always count on.