Boys. Boys. Boys.

I grew up in a house full of girls, so I don't really know a lot about raising boys. Or even living with boys. My dad was the only male in the house. He was military trained and naturally, I thought all males were of this nature. False. Not true at all. When I got married and moved in with my new husband, I quickly learned that not all males are like my dad. Sometimes, males leave their underwear in the floor, dishes in the bedroom, and heaven forbid, anyone ever throw their food wrappers away. Haha!

I now have two young boys of my own. I'm only two years in, and I'm quickly learning how to live with stinky, busy, dirty boys. I'm also falling in love with it.

(Notice the no pants)

I am learning so much. Two years ago when we found out I was having a baby boy, everyone who had already raised boys would always say "Oh, boys love their momma so much," or "boys are so sweet," or "you will love having a boy!" All of those are so so so true. HOWEVER. No one told me how much work boys are! Seriously, no one ever mentioned it. 

I wake up every morning and think, "okay, today will be the day that I keep my patience in line. I will not lose my temper. I will not yell. I will not cry. I just won't." 

Then I give out breakfast.

Can you see my middle one "eating" cereal? He does this EVERY SINGLE DAY. Of course you're probably thinking, "why don't you give him something else besides cereal?" Oh but I do. I have even tried bread. Just plain bread. He still manages to make a mess. I now know what it feels like to clean up a stadium full of trash after a football game. Same amount of mess. 

  

From the minute I wake up to the moment I lay my head down on my pillow, I never sit down. I do occasionally call a 'time out.' But it's pretty rare. My middles child keeps me on my toes. Literally. He is into EVERYTHING. 

My baby is a "rookie," but he's learning very quickly on how to be a typical boy. I would like to say thank you to my middle child for being a wonderful teacher. 

No one ever told me that my heart would be teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. My middle one runs, jumps, climbs, hits, throws, and experiments things that wouldn't have even crossed my mind until I had a little boy. I feel like the only thing I say all day is "Do not climb that. Get down from there. That's not a good idea. Leave her alone. We don't hit. Leave my chandelier alone." 

Boys think they are invincible. For real, why does he think that riding his batman car down the steps is a good idea? Just yesterday, he thought he could literally move a tree. 

("I push it down!")

Baseball, soccer, football, and basketball are all his favorite games to play. He loves rolling in the dirty outside and getting grass stains on his clothes. I'm a proud owner of ten bottles Shout stain remover. Best stuff ever. His obsession with trucks is quite unnerving, his love for killing bugs is probably concerning, and his hatred of vegetables is so annoying.

Most days, like I mentioned, are filled with frustration, losing my temper, and raising my voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I believe God is teaching me about His never ending patience for me. I make mistakes and do things that probably makes Him shake His head and rolls His eyes. But he never loses His patience. He's so merciful. That alone is worth praising His name. 

Despite all of those typical "boy things," my boys are the sweetest, most apologetic, and good hearted little people I've ever seen. They love cuddles, kisses on their boo boos, and the occasional mischievous grin is my favorite. 

Even on hard days of cleaning up mud on the carpet, pee in the bathroom floor, and beads from his sister's broken bracelet, this is still my favorite thing I've ever done. Just like all the mothers told me, boys love their momma, they really are the sweetest, and I love having boys. 

The Lord has surely blessed me.