Too many Stags

I sometimes forget how outnumbered I am by the stags here at home. If you look around my home you will find Lego pieces, computers, plastic guns and bows and arrows, a dart board, science fiction paperbacks, the Total Gym, paper airplanes, and such. I don't get bothered by this "boy stuff" too much. It's just a matter of finding storage for the stuff. But sometimes I will be putting shoes away and I feel outnumbered:
No wonder I crave "girls day out" sometimes. Even shopping with my stags ends up being about boys ski jackets, lug boots, and Hanes briefs. When it's my turn to get something for myself, I usually wait until I can go out alone because the stags get impatient while I browse through the aisles.

The number of Stags in my life : My brother Leif has a son. I have two sons. My step-sister Ro has 3 sons. John's brother Andre has a son... see what I mean?

The energy in this home changes a little bit when a female comes over. My mom's visits are always nice because just the sound of her voice adds a girly-ness to the background noise of this man cave. My sister-in-law Tina adds her own feminine energy to this space with her delicious home made desserts and her sweet laughter.

The latest estrogen boost was from our son's friend. Her sweetness and style was refreshing and reminded me that there should be more of a balance between the Yin and the Yang in our household. It's easy to just let things keep going in the Stag direction... mud-colored couch, beige carpet, brown wood furniture, grey-toned electronic gadgets. Once in a while I will have to inject our household with some feminine details.

But I can tell this will not be easy. As I type this, Lucas and I are also making a "knight's castle" (his words not mine) out of a large cardboard box. The colors: red, grey, brown, black, green. I asked Lucas, "If you are a knight, then what am I?"

"You're the King," he said without hesitation. Great.