Parenting Guru: How I love being a mom of boys

Come May, things around our house will be changing. We'll no longer be a boy-only household. The pink is already starting to seep in. The realization that princesses and dolls will eventually be moving into our house as well has my oldest son exasperated. Don't get me wrong, we're all thrilled to be welcoming our baby girl. We just know that things are about to change-for the pink-er. So, in that spirit, I want to capture this moment in time and celebrate ten things I love about being a mom of two very boyish boys.

Worms, spiders and mud are to be cherished. Before I had boys, I either overlooked or loathed many of nature's simple wonders. Now I know that worms can dance. I see beauty in the symmetry of a spider web (which is a good thing given the sheer quantity around our house). And I've seen that a shovel and a little dirt can provide hours of (wonderfully messy) entertainment.

When all else fails, play ball. There isn't a day cold enough to keep us off the "field". Not only do we have fun, we get all kinds of exercise, fresh air and even develop a skill or two along the way.

Before you know it, the sweetest hug can have you flat on your back. These boys do everything with gusto and it's hard not to get caught up in (or flattened by) their enthusiasm.

If you can dream it, you can build it. From Legos to trains to forts to diaper boxes turned dump trucks, these boys love to create. Watching their imaginations come to life-literally-right in front of me, always leaves me in awe.

Each day provides an opportunity to take a leap. Ok, these days that leap is off a bed, coffee table or play structure. But I love watching them fly into the air without a care in the world. Sure, my heart drops a bit when I realize the risk they're taking, but as the wind blows through their unruly hair and their faces light up, I can't help but hope this fearlessness is something they carry with them through life.

Everybody loves a good laugh. Sure, I'm big on manners, but I'm also big on having fun. So each meal our table becomes the stage for our boys to tell silly stories and make the family giggle.

A noisy house is a sign of happiness. My boys are loud. Really loud. It's just the way they talk, play, laugh, sleep...you name it. Sure there are days it makes me crazy, but most days I cherish their zest for life.

Physical confidence is a gift. It seems my boys were born to throw a ball, glide on a scooter and climb mountains (well, furniture, at least). Their awareness of their bodies and pure strength is a quality I really admire.

Spotting a fire engine calls for celebration. Same goes for a construction truck, a bus, a fuel tanker-or any other vehicle with more than four wheels. It's not just the little things, it's the really big ones, that can turn a good day into a great one.

There's nothing wrong with a mama's boy. While my boys adore their dad and would choose him 9 times out of 10 when it comes to the fun stuff, I'm the one they turn to for comfort and cuddles.

What about you? Are there things you love about being a parent to boys? Or girls?

Amy is a Parenting Guru. When she's not catching many-legged creatures or kicking a soccer ball, she writes about it at her slice-of-life parenting blog, Using Our Words.