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The joy of boys - new additions!!

Inspired by my friend Mau's post on the Top Reasons Why 2 Rocks , I have decided to write a post about boys and why they are so great. I love my boys. I think that having boys is great!!

Being a mom of three young boys, I will often get pity from strangers while out and about. I must admit, this happens to be my biggest pet peeve. I hate, yes, hate when random strangers feel the urge to make derogatory statements to me about having all boys; especially right in front of my boys. I am not one to get into an argument with a stranger, so I usually just smile and walk away. This happened a few weeks ago while I was out with a friend. We were at Chick-fil-a and were getting ready to leave. J and K were standing in front of me and I had A in my arms. A lady walked in the restaurant, looked and me and approached me. She asked, "Are they all boys?" I replied, "Yes." She then shook her head, gave me a look of pity, and placed her hand on my head as if to pray over me (I guess)! She then said "I was lucky, I had two girls before I had a boy." I was a bit dumbfounded and so angry, that I knew I should just walk away before I said something that was not so nice.

So, in honor of all of those young boys out there. Here is my list of why having young boys rocks!!

1. They can turn anything into a gun. ANYTHING. Sticks, legos, a piece of paper . . . .

2. They are easy to please. Give them a toy shovel and send them outside and they will dig happily for hours.

3. They do not care about their appearance. Their hair can be messy and their clothes full of mud and they do not care.

4. Along with #3, they do not have to change their clothes frequently. Their jeans can have holes and their shirts can have food on them and they will not want to change!

5. They are bound to do something crazy at least once a day and make you laugh!

6. With young boys in the house you will always have a superhero, soldier, or fireman at a moments notice. (or, I forgot to add . . . a Jedi . . .one can always use a Jedi!!)

7. New addition, inspired by my own sons' behavior this weekend . . .they love their moms. they can be wrestling, playing guns, and being boys one moment and the next moment, see a flower and want to pick it for their mom!!


Comments

  1. That was awesome! I love little boys. I even love that kind of dirty-sweaty-been outside all day smell they get even when they've been inside all day.

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  2. Boys do rock...My three in a row are the easiest...always a buddy to play, fight, and share with!!!

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