Why do I blog?
Because I’m surrounded by too much testosterone. Seriously, there are several reasons. I’ll explain them here.
I had one boy 11 years ago, and I loved him so much (or was it the love for Daddy?), I thought I’d have another. And then that one created even more love, and so on, so now I have 4. I feel perfectly safe and protected when I’m with my boys. And who wouldn’t? There’s always at least one Batman ,sometimes a Robin
who sometimes poses at Superman ,
and an occasional Spiderman
. And then there’s the whole Buzz Lightyear
and Woody
Saga. There was also the period when they dressed up as Ghostbusters ,
using their backpacks and my sweeper attachments as tools of destruction. Oh yes, and then there is the Army Man fatigues my Mom made.
Today, however, they are all upset, and I can’t seem to help them. Here’s a window into my day. My 3-year-old wants to dress like Woody, but he can’t keep his pants up, because his belt is just about 1 cm too big for the belt loops. He stands, tears streaming down his face, pants around his ankles, and wearing pampers. I tried a clothespin in the back waistband, I tried rolling over the waistband, but nothing’s working, and this is something he’s not ready to let go of. Then the 5-year-old, still sick, spills tea down his shirt. He’s my particular one, so I don’t even offer to get him a new shirt, because, I know I will never pick the right one, and he will cry about it for the next two hours. But he tells me it’s safe — he tells me I’m free to pick out any shirt, and he will be happy. Cool. I guess sickness does have it’s benefits. I run upstairs to get the shirt, and guess what? I picked the wrong shirt. They apparently were going for the ToyStory Look, with him as Buzz, and the other as Woody. What was I thinking?
I can’t run the vacuum, because my 8-year old lost his tooth. I mean, he really lost it. It’s somewhere on the floor in my kitchen, along with the pieces of popcorn he ate by the handfuls when he lost it. I just don’t know if the tooth fairy is going to make it. My 11-year-old lost his spelling words study sheet, and he has a test today. He hasn’t studied one word on it yet. Of course, this is not my fault, but it doesn’t stop me from being nervous for him. And what else? My husband’s car was broken into, and they took the Valentine’s present I got for him — his Apple iPod.
Today, I wish I could just load the kids in the car and go for a long drive in the country. I would be going home. Once I get there, my Mom will greet the boys, stuff them with cookies and let them play on her computer, while I go upstairs to sleep off the flu and cold bug that has me so rundown. In the middle of the day, on my embroidery-laced pillow. And wake up a few hours later — still daylight — to a hot fried-egg sandwich. Made by the only person who can make it as perfect as her. And I will eat it, while it is still warm. And I will even sit down to eat, while my boys are so happy and filled with love and Grandma’s affection. Oh, yeah. Tea wold be nice too. But I don’t do this, because Mom is gone. Even a sister would be nice right now. I can’t call my Mom anymore and share my stories, while she laughs, even while I’m still so sad. That’s over. Too bad, because now I have free long distance. When she would laugh at all my drama, it seemed to bring everything back into perspective. So, I write this all down, and find someone who listens. Thanks for doing that for me. If you’re reading this, you’re pretty valuable to me. And thanks, FiveMinutesForMom, for giving me a chance to explain it all.
My 3-year-old just got so mad at me that he poured his entire bowl of Grape Nuts, with milk, on my lap. I didn’t even see it coming.
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WOW….all boys huh? You do have your hands full.
Welcome to the blog party!!
Linda
lots of estrogen at the part-tayy! haha.
cyah around! nice to meet you!
-av
I have two boys… I don’t know what I would do without them! Welcome to the party! Drop in at my place anytime!
Hello there. Hopped over from 5 Minutes for Mom. Hope you don’t mind the visit, and future ones.
Have a great weekend.
Mike
Wow! I admire you! I have only 1 boy and 3 girls. I loved your “I Am From…” I’ll be back to read more!
Blessings,
Angel
What a wonderful post! I loved reading about your boys! Wish I had a few more myself!
Nice to meet you ! Welcome to the party!
Thanks for stopping by, and wow- 4 boys. I just have 3, but we will probably go for that 4th! I’ll need to check back here for some pointers… or just to relate!!
Steph
P.S. It’s not too late to join in the baby bump photo tag at my place!
Swinging in for the party. Welcome. I am glad you could make it…
I am having another party favor give away over at monkey giggles. Come on over when ya get a chance.
PARTY ON…
Grape Nuts - great, now I spit my Cheerios all over my screen - I didn’t see that coming, either! Stopping by to say hello and I recognize you from a recent link. Have a great weekend!
Thanks for commenting at my place. I came over to check you are and just loved your posts. 4 boys? I thought I had it tough with 3 and a girl…
I hope you don’t mind but you made me laugh. It was the Grape Nuts that did it - it just reminds me of my home madness. We have slightly less testosterone but quite a lot of hysteria, mine included.
I’m also surrounded but my ratio is abit lower. 2:1
I’m just working my Saturday phone shift, watching Paula Deen pour butter on everything and loving this Ultimate Blog Party.
Great to meet you.
Adventures in Babywearing: Good luck trying with that 4th. You know, the odds say if there are 3 of the same, pretty high chance you’ll have another boy!
Sorry LIz, hope it wasn’t too cold.
Charlotte, you really don’t come across as the “hysteria” type. But good to know I have good company.
Oh girl I have three boys, I know the testosterone thing you are talking about. My oldest is turning 13 in a few weeks, not sure if I am ready. It was so nice to meet you here. Blessings.
Four? FOUR! I can’t even begin to imagine. ONE challenges our coping level…How do you manage to keep so many contrarian demands in your head at one go?
(Oh and you’ve reminded me that I really need to get some more grapenuts in - thanks!)
and what a great reason it is…I adore the photo. Maybe one day I’ll have 4 boys but for now I’ll stick with 2.
thanks for commenting on my blog.
Hello … so nice to meet you. Im sorry about your mom
The picture of your boys is adorable
(un)relaxed Dad: Yes — all 4 of them. And glad I could help with the grapenuts.
Petite Momy: Come on? What are you waiting for?
Brandie: Thank you.
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