When you are the mother of boys . . .

you get to do some things you never imagined your would. Tonight was scrotum tick removal. Wasn't that fun!

If you are ever in that situation, I definitely recommend this tool, Ticked Off. It worked like a charm.

When you are the mother of boys . . .

you hear your 5 year old say, "I want a gun birthday party. That would be so cool. All of my friends could come over and we could shoot at each other. Wouldn't that be the best party ever. A gun party, come one let's shoot!"

When you are the mother of boys . . .

your husband asks you questions like, "Do you think J should wear a cup for baseball?"

I am one of 5 girls. I do not know anything about athletic cups. However, I would hate for my child to have future fertility issues because I was too squeamish to figure out athletic cups.

I turned to google and the first site I found was the "NuttyBuddy".

That's when I informed DH that cup buying definitely fell under the guidelines of father duty not mother duty.

I'm done.

The joy of boy

Last night while waiting for the shower, B had this conversation with me.

B yelled, "Hey, Mom. I found a ball."

I'm thinking under the cabinet so I asked where he found it.

He answered, "Right here, next to my p*nis. And it hurts when I squeeze it."

I told him to stop squeezing if it hurts.

He kept playing around and said, "Hey I've got two balls!"

Next he said, "Oh no, I lost them. They went way up there."

There was some fiddling and then he said, "Oh wait, they're back. Isn't it cool that I've got balls, Mom?"

Yes, that's way cool. I know S#2 is glad she had all girls.

When you are the mother of boys . . .

You get to listen to conversations regarding the size of poop. It seems that it is a competition to have the biggest poop.

J: My poop is so big, it is bigger than Frankie's (the dog)!

B: My poop is so big, it is bigger than the moon!!!!

Lord, help me.