Mother of Boys

So I am a mother of boys. Not just a few boys, but 6 boys. Six boys and one girl. There is something said in being a mother of boys. Let's just say there is never a dull moment or a quiet one for that matter. I jotted down a bunch of indicators your house is over run by boys a while back and thought that I would share it.

You know you’re the mother of boys when…

AYou wonder if you should just see if Lowes carries an already yellow toilet, or at least yellow linoleum.

AYou can name every Ninja Turtle, Star Wars character, and super hero, but when it comes to politics, you can barely name the President of the United States.

AYou can’t seem to go a whole day without of conversation that doesn’t involve Bakugan, Pokemon, or the Wii.

AYou own a machine dart gun that can shoot almost 30 bullets in about 30 seconds!

AYou find yourself saying things like:

No ball in the house!!!

Not in your school clothes!

Not at the dinner table

And THAT’S why we don’t play ball in the house!

AYou are shopping and when your daughter finds a pink little purse she wants, your son exclaims “Oh, that’s cute Abbey, you can put all your favorite weapons in it!”

AThe only version of Eensey Weensey Spider you know involves crawling up the person’s leg, entering their ear, and laying eggs that hatch!

AThe only version of Jingle Bell your kids know is the “Jingle bells, Batman smells” version.

AYou get after your son for proudly demonstrating his ability to burp the ABC’s at the dinner table, and then silently wonder why after all these years, you as an adult STILL can’t do it!

AYou suggest perhaps it’s your turn to pick out the family movie and are met with desperate cries “NOT the Sound of Music! “NO WAY am I watching Pride and Prejudice!” etc.

AA few days after your only daughter gets a Barbie house for Christmas, when you go to pick up her room, you glance at the house and find Pirates on the patio, a dragon soaking in the bath tub, and Batman on the couch.

AYou get after your boys for jumping off the top bunk with their eyes closed, telling them they are going to hurt themselves, when they reassure by saying, “Oh, don’t worry mom. We said a prayer first!”

AYou are thankful God made ladybugs, because they’re cute enough for mom to handle and buggy enough to satisfy little boys.

AYou son has 10 reasons why a python would be the perfect family pet.

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