The other day I was on the phone with my sister and I could hear her house or lack of hearing anything from her house other than her classical music playing in the background while she reads and drinks a glass of wine. Now here is what she hears from my house – running, screaming, and banging due to the large nerf war that I was caught in the middle of and soon became a causality of our own WWIII. Our homes are so different from style to volume level. We have always thought it was due to her having a daughter and a son where I have two boys, I’ve always said having two or more boys is like raising a pack of dogs due to them feeding off of each other’s energy. Her kids are very quiet and don’t really require a lot of interaction, unlike mine. The last time she watched my boys she was exhausted and needed that glass of wine from before. My boys are energetic, talkative, demand interaction, and have healthy appetites. They want to talk to you, tell you every show they have ever watched, want to see what you have for snacks (mostly the youngest one), and want to play with their cousins. My boys are well-behaved, sweet, and tender hearted, but when you look up the true definition of Boy – I do believe their pictures are there. They love to run, get dirty, spit, burp, and of course farting is hysterical. I will NEVER understand that – ever! They also are very affectionate, and love to give hugs. My sister loves “her” quiet time and, well, I used to too, but I think that ran away the day I brought my first little man home and it has never been seen again.
Here is one of the many conversations I thought I would never have and the joys of raising boys. I was saying prayers with my youngest and half way through I noticed he had something in his mouth. I said spit out the finger nail (yes he bites his finger nails then mauls on them for a while – I know gross) he said it’s not my finger nail as he was pulling it out of his mouth, please note the little head jerk and attitude when he said this – I just looked at him. He said it’s my toe nail and then showed it to me. Just when my gag reflex went into full gear and I struggled to fight back throwing up I told him never to do that and just how gross it was. He said well Daddy does it – I said NO he does not! He said well he bites his finer nails….the joy of boys!
Love the mom life!
Focus for today:
Love where you are at, the stage and all that comes with it – it will be gone in an instant!
Would love to hear about some of those conversations you’d thought you would never have to have…