When the hubbs and I were first entertaining the idea of offspring I used to pray for God to bless me with a whole house full of boys. Since growing up in an all female household, I was ready for a beast of a different gender. I had romantic visions of four or five great big dudes who eat like horses and call their momma ma’am. Then I had one. Then two. That is when I realized it was just more work to have more. So I threw my hands to the sky and said “Ok! That’s enough. This house is full.” I am happy. Then I look around the house and I think I must have been suffering a psychotic episode when I wanted a handful of these freaks. My two keep me busy enough to be exhausted always.
I am completely smitten by my little momma’s boys. They are weird, they are smart, they are gross, and they are all mine. I like to encourage individuality and creativity. I don’t get my panties in a bunch about dirt. After coming so close to losing one I never take them for granted. It breaks my heart to watch them getting so big so fast and then the pieces get all glued back together with overwhelming pride.
I am no saint and I am definitely not getting my Mother of the Year award any time soon but I love my two little boys.
Let’s enjoy the dudes with some pictures:
This was our Christmas card in 2008. No joke, it said “Hope your Christmas Rocks!”
Apprehending bad guys I presume.
Pretty sure I said “Smile!” and I got this. Huh.
One of our many nature hikes. It was only a 150 degrees out this day. We wore pants to trudge through the woods tho.
The only hotel room we found on our trip to Ohio was the honeymoon suite. Sheesh. This tub was in the living room. We watched T.V. while the kids “swam”. It was weird.
Really, guys?! Really?!?
Playing in the river in the parking lot of the Boathouse in old St. Charles. Water is high and cold!
So I made it two days in a row. I am patting myself on the back just a little. I hope I can keep it up. Wish me luck!