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I saw the sun – really I did – just the other day.  It was quite a shock, at first, as it broke through the mucky grayness of a typical February morning.  Winter arrived late, this year and I wasn’t expecting to feel its warm golden rays until...oh...May, perhaps...but, not today.

My 5-year-old daughter woke up looking flushed and feeling a little hot.

"What’s going on with you?"

I put my lips to her forehead.

"Maybe she's got cabin fever."

My 8-year-old would know.

Being the only boy-child,  my son is feeling a little sick (and tired) of being cooped up with his three sisters and has been bouncing off the walls ever since, well, you know.

"Why did we need to have so many girls, anyway?!?"

If I had a dollar for each time my poor Little Man begged me for a little brother, well, having another child would have perhaps paid for itself, by now.

"Well, they're playing Barbies and they did say you can be the prince."

SLAM!

Or, a new door - at least.

"That boy needs a brother!"

I agree with my husband - okay, maybe just this once - but, it doesn't take long for both of us to realize we've missed that small window of opportunity where, you know, we actually think...maybe.

Nope.

I'm pretty sure we lost it somewhere between potty training and having to sleep six in a three bedroom house.

Yep.

For now, my son must learn to live with the fact that - even though girls rule -  in our house, he's the one with way more playdates!

Thank goodness for neighbors...with lots and lots of boys.

"I'm sorry, Little Man...but, I have to cancel your playdate.  It's probably just a virus, or something, because you can't get sick from cabin fever."

Eyes going wide and turning a little green, my son raced into the kitchen, reached for the baker's rack and placed a plastic container under his chin.

"I think I'm gonna puke!"

I stand corrected.