I am the middle of 3 sons. When I was growing up we were the 'Cobb Boys'. We ran wild throughout the streets of our hometown causing panic and mayhem everywhere we went. In actuality, I'm sure it's less dramatic than all of that but, still, we were the 'Cobb Boys'. We were raised to eat whatever food was place in front of us; we were not allowed to be picky eaters. We rode our bikes everywhere. We were pool rats during the Summer often spending almost every available hour at the neighborhood pool. We got into fights, mostly with each other. We were young boys - crazy and out of control.Nowadays, the 'Cobb Boys' are all middle-aged. The three boys are all grown up and not exactly wild.
Let's looks at the next generation. The 'Cobb Girls'! In my home I am outnumbered 3 to 1 and that's if you don't count our dog. I am the sole source of testosterone in the Cobb household. There is a butt load of pink. (We didn't really push pink on Evie Sue early on, trying to dress her in other colors such as yellows, oranges, greens, etc, but she has decided that it is her favorite color.) There are many dresses to be worn and shoes to tried on. There's a lot of playing 'Princess' with me often cast as the corresponding Prince depending on which movie we are reenacting. But then again there's also a lot of sword-fighting going on. Button loves a good fencing session. She doesn't just love the Princess movies but also gets into Toy Story, and Big Hero 6. We've got some bruised shins, scraped knees, and this girl loves to climb up and then jump off of furniture. She's a cute mix of Princess & Tomboy. I can hardly wait for Ronen's personality to start to emerge. I wonder what she'll be into. I am sure she'll be no less interesting than her older sister.
Speaking of Ronen, she is 5 weeks old right now. We're still trying to figure this kid out. Sara and I always admitted that Evie Sue was a pretty easy baby. She didn't fuss a lot, slept through the night at an early age and was always pretty good at amusing herself. Our youngest daughter, yes she's not even 2 months old yet, fusses more than we expected, doesn't really sleep unless she's being held, and pretty much needs constant care and attention. Now, I realize how silly this all sounds. Of course, she needs care and attention she's a newborn, ya jackass! I get it, but we were spoiled with our 1st kid. Ronen cries a lot, and we have not figured out if it's gas, reflux, or if she just likes seeing her parents frazzled and sleepless. Sometimes I feel like maybe she just doesn't like me very much. Hopefully, we'll get some answers soon.
In other news, we've started packing for the big move. It's just a little over a month left before we jump into the car and drive to Minnesota. 17+ hours in a car with the daughters. Actually, Sara will be in the car and I'll be following close behind in a rental truck with the dog. Yes, it'll be a task but the real hassle will be packing up our lives and getting to moving day. I'm excited though. I'm ready... mentally.
