Boys

Growing up, I wasn't around many boys. My favorite cousins were(are) girls. I had sisters and my role models/care givers were women too.

I guess that's why God saw fit to give me not one, but two, precocious and rambunctious little boys.

Just the other day I caught my three year old standing in his closet, trying to hang from a wire hanger. He said he was trying to zip line.

Boys put their feet on everything too. I've used TWO of those magic eraser thingies just this week alone trying to remove dirty footprints from the walls, and bookshelf. That's right, they somehow put their feet on the walls and they climb the bookshelf.

Even funnier, the three year old beats up on the six year old. I'll hear screaming coming from a far corner of the house only to walk in and see Logan sitting on top of Caleb.

I truly believe boys thrive on chaos. I don't think it's possible for them to sit in a neat and tidy room. It's as if they have some deep-seated NEED to turn their surroundings upside down.

But for all my moaning and groaning there are good aspects too. I get to watch cartoons and action movies with the boys that my daughter never cared for. Cartoons like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, He-Man, Transformers and X-Men. I even decorated their room with comic books and posters of comic heroes and villains. (It just took me six tries to spell villain correctly.) None of that pansy teddy bear stuff for my boys! Logan even laughs like an evil villain now. I heard him tell his brother the other day "You'll never see it again! Bwahahaha!" He actually said "Bwahahaha". He even threw his hands in the air and threw his head back as he villain laughed.

That kind of stuff is just priceless.