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>> Tuesday, September 14, 2010
You know you're a mother of boys when....
...you land the soft underside of your bare foot on a playmobil skull.
...while laying on the bottom bunk with one boy, you hear from above through the crack between the top bunk and the wall, "INCOMING TOOT!" followed by a stinky stench wafting.
...you don't visibly flinch at livingroom light saber battle before 8 am.
...your turn.
(I'm not one to perpetuate stereotypes, but I have been particularly enjoying the boyfulness of my life lately, and I know some of you hear me on this. Join me in the comments below? I have a feeling this could get funny.)
21 comments:
I don't have any shocking boy moments to share just yet, but I am so looking forward to light saber battles in the living room. Sounds like a house full of crazy but loveable madness.
With a freshly minted one-year-old in our midst, most of the fart humor in our household is still coming from my husband, but your post did make me think of a story from my sister-in-law about my three year old nephew. She said that she felt like it was a right of passage the day that she found herself saying, "Jack. We do not put the plug for the vacuum in the dog's nose!" This always cracks me up...both for the innovation on the part of my nephew (hey! It's a perfect fit!) and because it is the romance of those unexpected moments that make motherhood so special...it's a good reminder not to take ourselves *too* seriously!
How about "Mommy, I'm going to put you in jail," or "I'm going to poom you." I have no idea what that means, but it sounds ominous doesn't it? Or the 10 pounds of sand at my back door? Or the mid-dinner burp? Sound familiar? :-)
That is soooo funny...
Wait until they get older. The jokes and farts become more gross but you will love them immensely AND in time, will likely join them just to be a part of the "in crowd" in the family.
And remember that Lego ALWAYS hurts more than Playmobil so if you can keep Lego out of the house, you're golden.
And making "potions" with shampoo, various condiments from the fridge, dried cereal, dirt, etc and then daring the other to drink it!
Ahh, I remember when my boys were young enough that all of this was cute. Alas they are now old enough that they make dinner for me to have when I get home from work.
LOVE my boys!!
You know you're a boy mom.....
*when "shinnnngggg" and "tutututututututututu" (that's a sword and a machine gun) become the soundtrack of your life.
*when in every pile you sweep, there is at least 3 lego pieces.
*when you stock your cupboards and fridge with food and two days later, you're scrambling for a snack.
*when you go to clean the toilet. 'nuff said.
When you're the only one with a shirt on during wrestlefestmania *too close to the coffee table* "be careful-oh nevermind"
When you can never have a manicure or practically break your teeth from prying off Lego guy heads/arms/torsos/hands.
When you are the only woman they have stars in their eyes for.
:)
steph
You know you're a mom of boys when...
You take off your shirt to take a shower and your 3 year old points at you and says, "WHOA, Mommy, look at those big things!"
said by my Landon yesterday. And yes, I've been glowing and simultaneously cracking up ever since. ; ) I think it's time to keep him out of the bathroom when I need privacy.
*when a few of your almost-two-year-olds favorite words are "toot," and "doodie."
*when you are on the phone and the person on the other line can't hear you over the noise you barely notice.
When you say at least one phrase that involved your son's balls, as in, "it's time to pick up your balls", or "don't throw your balls at the dogs"
....When anything and everything becomes a gun.
.....When every story ends with the bad guy dying and blood came out of his body.
...When they find new places to go pee outside. (Is is like a dog marking his territory?)
...when you are talking to your daughter about how you worried when she started high school let alone now university , and she said that it was okay because her brother was there and he even pulled over in the car when they were driving to school to make sure she knew all the ins and outs and to come to him anytime.
( sorry , it's not a haha thing, must be hormones today:))
...every piece of furniture you own is merely a launching pad... and the closer together to jump them like lily pads, the better.
...you never buy white shirts, ever.
...you miss the color pink, even tho you never liked it growing up.
...every booboo or broken toy can be fixed w/ tape or some kind of daddy-magic (you fissed it, dadeeee, tanks)
(p.s. i can't wait for some of those awwwwww moments to happen, but i was told tonight that i was his best friend and the best mommy)
Oh--so many things I could say here! I definitely notice lately my high tolerance to weapon play--am even growing weary of the "we don't shoot at people" rule (will it even matter? I mean the odds that they'll grow up and really shoot people is slim, right. Right?!)
I think you know you're the mom of boys when on a daily basis you utter something along the lines of "We don't put our naked penis on chairs/the dog/your brother."
....when there are at least 3 hot wheels at the bottom of your purse.
....when you are told that "you look "rockin'" in that dress, mommy".
....when your 4 year old insists that he's going to marry you.
I heart having boys....
...when the default is "seat up."
...when after raising four boys, you're not at all surprised when the first grandchild is -- wait for it -- another boy.
Boy, oh boy, oh boy -- I love it! (So much so, I wrote a book about it!)
I finally understand the need for scented candles...
My little guy is just beginning to get all BOY all the time. I am loving it.
When all objects fight one another...even salt and pepper shakers.
And I am totally enjoying the potty humor at my house, even at the dinner table (my husband, not so much, lol).
When you find the cousin's Barbie that she accidentally left at your house swinging by her neck from the railing.
...when the favorite game is "kung fu anything"
...when you go to the bottom of your stairs to find your laundry baskets (wheeeeeeeCRASH!)
...when you begin every show or movie with the words, "This is only a movie, you cannot really fly/stop bullets/shoot webs"
...when you find yourself saying things like, "No, I do NOT want to guess what that smell is."
...when you never leave the house without duct tape, quarters, matchbox cars, and peanut butter crackers.
...when you look at little girls and wonder if that's the hussy who is going to break his heart, and they run to their mothers because the mean lady is glaring at them and they don't know why, and then you realize you're crazy, but then you look at your angel baby boy and decide that hussy better stay by the swings if she knows what's good for her.
....just me, on that last one?
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