Posts Tagged ‘boys’

Boys–Oh the Joys….

Friday, September 23rd, 2011 by by

I do not have daughters, so I don’t know if it would be any different, but since I am a woman (although Will doesn’t think so – as he told me the other day when I dressed up, “Mommy, you look like a girl!!!” Either he’s very confused, or I just really don’t dress up enough. I am a Stay at home mom you know…), I can honestly say that I don’t think moms of girls have to go through this. I am sure I will be corrected by my mom, but well, I was a tomboy so that’s different.

* It’s something I have talked about many many times. Oh the GAS – they are constantly burping, tooting, FAKE burping or tooting, or simply talking about it. At any time: at the table, church, in school……AAUUGGHHHH!!! And nothing discourages it!
* They do.not.sit.still. EVER! And the more tired they get, the more they move. I remember my cousin who has 3 boys (she does have a girl now, but at the time it was all boys) saying that she used to watch all the little girls sitting nicely and playing or coloring while her boys climbed the walls and hung from the curtains. YES! I learned that this is soooooo true. My niece would sit and color or play quietly (well, she talks a lot, but she sits still) while Troy would be demolishing something, running, jumping…
* And to continue with the demolishing, how do people have handmedowns for clothes or toys for boys? How?!?!?! Nothing lasts, because the boys are always dirty and stained and treat everything as if it were a tool (hammers or axes normally). Everything is broken from being used to “fix” things.
* Lastly, why do all of the pictures turn out like this:



Boys Will Be Boys….

Thursday, January 27th, 2011 by by


Why my boys are the most awesome.

Sunday, November 14th, 2010 by by

They will zap you with laser spoons. (more…)

I live with pigs.

Friday, April 30th, 2010 by by

I think every other person in my house is blind, or at least blind to the mess that they leave behind, walk over, walk around, sit on top of, or ignore. I also think I am the only one in this house who knows what the dishwasher is for and what to do with it. You see, even if the dishwasher is completely empty, the dirty dishes still get placed in the sink. I just don’t get it. If I use a dish, I put it in the dishwasher when I’m done with it. If the dishwasher happens to be full of clean things, I empty it so that I can put my dirty dish in it. And (more…)


Eeeww boys are icky

Thursday, April 29th, 2010 by by

Having been blessed with having two boys and two girls that were born in boy girl order, I have never really experienced what it was like to have a house full of all boys or all girls. I have been around moms that ONLY want to have girls though. I am sure there are moms out there that only want to have boys and aren’t interested in having girls, but I have met more women that only want girls and I don’t understand it.

I remember when I was pregnant for the first time sort of hoping that Jeremy was a girl. Even though I never found out his gender when I was pregnant, I knew he was a boy. I just felt like he was. I remember a friend of mine who was an amateur psychic kept insisting that Jeremy was a boy. I knew deep down he was right but it kind of annoyed me. I didn’t want to know my baby’s gender (if I did I would have found out at the ultrasound not by asking wanna-be psychics) and I wanted to be able to at least think he could be a girl.

I knew Kelly wanted to have a son though, so I thought it would be (more…)

Boys and Dirt

Monday, May 25th, 2009 by by

Once upon a time, Eric was a neat freak.

As a baby, Eric was the kid that hated to have his hands dirty. It didn’t bother him at the time so much, but as soon as he actually saw and noticed there was a mess on his hands, he freaked out. He’d hold his hands up to me and cry and scream. Later, he’d add words. “Mommy, dirty! Wash mine hands!” If there was a mess on the table or tray in front of him, he would want a rag or a tissue to wipe it up with. Heaven forbid the mess gets on his clothes, as if he didn’t have enough excuses to strip as it was.

Those days at long gone.

In our pursuit of a garden, we had a (more…)

Is it really the end of May?!

Friday, May 22nd, 2009 by by

I have, um, 25 days until Zach turns 5, and only 23 until his birthday party. I’ve been putting off really planning and sending out invites to his party all month thinking, “No, I don’t have to do it now, I have plenty of time.” But I don’t! I have to get in the invites to his school friends TOMORROW because that’s their last day of school and the school’s not allowed to give out addresses and phone numbers. Probably I shouldn’t have put off sending those…

Which leads to a new set of worms… What do I do if none of Zach’s friends can come to his birthday party? This is his first real one and he’ll be devastated if none can come, and I won’t even be able to call in backups because I can’t reach anyone. Or what if they come and they’re mean? One of the little boys he wants to invite has been mean to him lately (or so Zach was saying, now he’s saying he wasn’t), and I’ve never heard him talking about playing with two of the other boys. I’ve only ever heard him talking about playing with and being friends with two of the boys he’s inviting. On top of that, he won’t invite any little girls from his class. Wouldn’t be an issue except (more…)


Can You Spare A Square?

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009 by by

There are a few things I have no choice but to put up with due to the gender inequities in that exist in my household.  While I’m hoping that our soon-to-arrive-girl will help me and E even the score around here, when there are only 2 girls vs. 4 boys (this includes the biggest boy, my husband), some universal truths exist:

  • Bodily functions are on loud display (rarely censored and often celebrated).
  • You will be able to play Wii Cheerleading for about 5 seconds before the Guitar Heroes “Rock You Like a Hurricane” and hog the system for hours.
  • Lego pieces will turn up everywhere.  And I mean EVERYWHERE.
  • The odds of finding a rubber spider in your shoe (or underwear drawer or purse or coat pocket) are elevated three-fold compared to other households.
  • If you leave the room for 3 seconds you can rest assured that your DVR’d episode of “America’s Next Top Model” will have been replaced by something with “Fishing” in the title by the time you return.
  • Your purse will become a receptacle for car keys (real and pretend), balls of string, Pokemon cards, discarded wrappers, and mini skateboards.
  • You will deal with more stinky, dirty socks than you ever imagined possible.
  • Your eyeliner will be at some point used as a default writing utensil.  Ditto your lipstick.
  • Your fancy, monogrammed note paper will be turned into a doodle pad.
  • Your “good” scissors will succumb to the stresses of being used to cut wire, pry coins from between the slats of the deck and poke holes in the top of a lightning bug jar.
  • And….when you retreat to the powder room, 10 times out of 10 you will be greeted by this:

We have FOUR bathrooms in our home and without fail, no matter which one I choose to use, I am ALWAYS mocked by a cardboard tube with mere shreds of toilet paper clinging to its cylinder.  This always comes at the critical point when needing  toilet paper is a foregone conclusion.  AND, despite having a household of 6, (more…)