I have always thought I would have at least a couple of girls in my litter. I think I've told you that before haven't I?
When we first started trying for a family I used to day dream about dance classes and cute little tutus, pigtails and boy bands yadayadayada.
To say I was shell shocked after finding out I was having boy number would kind of be an understatement. It wasn't quite what I imagined but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Clearly there are no tutus in this house. Nope not a single one and instead of car pooling to ballet and tap classes, my afternoons and weekends typically revolve around ferrying kids to any kind of stereotypical boy game that involves balls.
Soccer balls, rugby balls, basketballs crowd the grass in our front garden and the word 'balls' frequently comes up in conversation.... even THOSE kind of balls are open for discussion in this household, although in our house they are called nuts.
What I didn't realise at the time was that whilst I was dreaming of dance concerts and pastel room decor, my husband was dreaming about one day having his very own little surfie gang.
Click here to read more about Carl's dream that came to life...