Clean out your Pockets!

                 I believe this one is pretty explanatory.....The things I find in my kids pockets! I washed many toy cars, rocks, lollipop sticks....ect.  Can you relate?
                 It doesn't get any better with age....My husband Adam is Notorious for leaving pens in his pockets. And my dryer has the ink stains to prove it. Goo gone works well, gets most of it out  but there is a blue tint all along the drum.
                 Only time I don't complain is when I get paid to wash the laundry, the crinkled up bills are always welcome! I even rejoice when I find change! ( I collected a ton of money this way)
                Mud, crayons, sea shells, sand, random leaves, and army men are just the tip of the iceberg. They all end up washed and dried, some make it out alive, while others face the melting doom. I always run to the laundry room when I hear the clatter banging and start to search for the culprit. most of the time I can locate the noisemaker.

               I should just make a basket where I collect these random items and make an art piece out of them.
I have recently heard a story from a close friend where she decided to do the laundry after a trip they took. This exact story is my worst fear. Expensive toys that get washed and possibly dried!
She started her wash and then moves the load along to the dryer and hears the dreaded banging.......yes her Son left his IPOD Touch in his pocket and she didn't check them like she usually does.
She calls me in a panic, because I have already faced a similar doom with water and toy electronics. I invested in a "Bheestie Bag" and no it's not a "glorified bag of rice"....it's a MIRACLE product!  I of course borrowed the bag to her to see if she can save his IPOD.  ( Will update once she opens the bag and see if it works)
I just found out that even after the IPOD endured a FULL wash cycle with SOAP ........
IT WORKS AGAIN!!!!
It's things like this that make me double check the pockets....cause you just never know!!
But Little Boys need to help a Mama out!! Even the Grown Ones for Pete's Sake!

Where are your Pants Little Man???

   Now I am sure that this doesn't just pertain to boys. I have heard even little girls will run around the house butt naked  and giggle away. Especially during the Potty training years. I have been exposed to this lil trend with Dylan. He has been a trip with the whole "I don't want to wear the pants you picked for me....I am my own person" attitude.
   Once he realized that the pants don't come off just by me, that he can also remove them himself....I now have had a pile of jeans, sweatpants and PJbottoms all over his room. The funny part is that he will run around the house yelling  "Where my pants Mama?"  I have come to the conclusion he must have a favorite pair.
   Every morning he will stroll in my room wearing his older brothers pair of jeans,,,,,the legs of them flopping away and he hiking them up like "Urkel" hands always holding the waistband for on false move and they will fall around his ankles and most likely trip over himself. They are also on backwards about 80% of the time.

       I swear one day he will join a nudist colony. Ha.
I will embrace that little booger in anything he does to be honest. Just that right now with him running rampant with no clothes on is a challenge. He tends to grab him butt and run away on his tippy toes laughing away as though this whole deal is a game.
He has this strut about himself, like as though its his way or no way and he damn proud of it. You never know what's next with him.
      Since he loves to have no pants on you would think that potty training him would be easy.....but lil PITA will run away when I mention the potty....of course peeing across the kitchen floor while he is at it!
      Or he will put pants on.....go hid (no pull up on either) and take a poop.
there are good days and bad,  he is about 85% peeing in the potty and maybe 10% pooping, so naked boy is truly giving me a lesson in "Stubborn"
      I do have to thank God that he is not doing other things with his poop....I have heard HORROR stories and I cringe at the thought even now.
       So maybe having a Semi-nudist on my hands isn't that big of a deal, just another joyous bump in the road of motherhood.
      If he is anything like my Brother......This whole "let's get naked" trend may just be his Mantra into adulthood. ( sorry Wally, but I will do my best for him not to turn out like you!)  Not Kidding   Love You Bro!
                       

Mother of Boys

   I saw this the other day and thought this was very fitting :) 

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Discovery of the Penis

  I don't get, nor do I wish to understand why Boys are so fixated on their penis
  When they are babies they flail their arms around during diaper changes or baths and pull on it like a rubber band and snap it back without even a tear.... ( Adam, my husband, cringed every time the boys did it)
I laugh every time I have to wipe Masyn, because when I start to wipe or clean his penis he giggles and kicks his legs.
There is a lull during the Toddler years, when they really pay no attention to it ( at least in my experience) and then we get to the age of 5.  OMG!

Its never ENDING......I say something along these lines every few min.....
"Don't touch your Penis....Dinner is in 5 minutes!"
"Stop playing with that.....It's NOT a TOY"
"Really? I am sitting right here little man.....it's not polite!"
"Please stop grabbing there, we are in Public!"


Wow, I know that one day I will walk in their room and see something I DREAD! ( and if I am spared by oldest, I still have 2 more Dudes to get through before taking a sigh of relief.) I just pray they have enough sense to lock the door.
then there is the whole "Tube sock" thing I keep reading about......Really Boys?? This is where I will wonder why none of their socks will match when I do laundry and of course......SHUDDER! UGH!
I told Adam a few time that he needs to talk to Zack about this, the conversation is something I can't do. I don't have a penis.....nor do I feel like it's something I have experience explaining. If I had all girls, I could understand that sending Adam up there to talk about periods and boobs would be an Epic Fail. Ha   That would've be priceless, but in the end Men should talk to their Sons about the anatomy of Males. Done.

You can't avoid the "No Weapons" rule.....

                 I always felt that toy guns were something I would avoid. Not that I don't believe in the Right to Bare Arms when you are an adult. But because as a kid, they tend to use these guns on each other. So I dont allow them in the house. I explained to Zack many time that "shooting" his brothers is not right. But regardless they find other toys that they make believe with....even their own hands. just how it is.
 Guns are Dangerous. Period. In fact all Weapons are.....unless you are taught to use it right. He understands this now. When he is old enough he will be taught.

     


                Other weapons are always somehow put in toys that make his imagination run wild. He recieved a few Iron Man cars for his 4th Birthday that had Rockets on them and they shot darts. this is where he became clever one day during naps. I was most likely dealing with Dylan when he came up with something I never would've imagined. At some point he got into my bathroom and took my tampons out.


   Later that day I was cleaning up the rooms and stepped on a tampon out of the applicator......I kneel down and see an arsenal of tampons under my bed. What in the world!  I knew it was Zack. Dylan was never alone in my bathroom.....so I call him up to my room and ask:
"Zack.....did you do this?"
Z: " Yes Mama....I found rockets and I shoot them!"
Me: "Well Zack these are not Rockets....They are Mama's things"
Z: "Not Rockets? but they Flllyyyyyyy when I throw them!"


Yes Imagination at its best........He will definitely turn all shades of Red when I tell this story later in his teen years.

And so we begin......

                I have always wanted to start a blog about this very topic. Just haven't been able to put my focus on it till now.....Might as well have waited since now that my Life is filled with a wonderful husband, and 3 boys.....my house is completed.....  with yes.......a male dog. My Crown is firmly placed on my head.....no tiara to pass down.
This means that I will always be the cook, maid, and driver. Ha. Awesome. Good thing I retired my working days the moment I laid eyes on my Oldest Son Zack.
Zachary is my oldest.....probably my easiest child by far! He is becoming a challenge recently with mini tantrums and wild outbursts of tears and "I am never gonna go and (insert random event). Oh and he has a love for telling on his younger brother Dylan.
Dylan is almost 3, and he has given me a run for my money.....I seriously question why I even wanted another baby after him. He has been defiant since birth. Tested my patience everyday since. Lately his thing is to drop his pants....and randomly run through the house yelling  "where my pants Mama??" Blossoming Nudist is on the horizon with him!
Masyn is the Baby, he is almost 10months and very much attached to me. Yes like I didnt ask for that.....lol   I run through the house with him tailing me on all fours crying his little heart out because his "Mama" is not holding him.  Ah well......I made my bed.


So my blog is about the many stories of  the Joys of Little Boys.
They are a challenge, not all are built to take the insanity of little boys.....times mine by 3.
I have a few cataloged, the many random things my sons have done the last few years, and I am sure you have many to share!
I welcome your stories as well. We all need a good laugh sometimes!