Mother of Boys

Where do I begin?

Last night James peed all over  Daniel. 

He was tired. Hungry. and Grumpy. 

I'm sure Daniel did something to aggravate him.

Nonetheless. He peed all over him. in his hair. on his shirt. on his legs (because seldom does he ever have pants on). on his bare feet.

Daniel didn't seem to notice. or care. I, on the other hand was almost in tears. 

Boys are crazy. and I love them!

And even though I'm entirely overwhelmed with 3 and have lost track of how many times I've yelled this week, I'm grateful for my boys. Heavenly father knew what he was doing by sending us all boys. They're funny, crazy, fun, and they keep is smiling.

Boys in my House

Author: Erin Jo Kilmer

There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes

And 200 papers in various blues.

There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,

There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.

They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats

There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.

There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;

Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.

There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub (haha, like once a week),

And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!

There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,

There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps

(esp in the summer when they don't go to bed until 11).

There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green

There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.

There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;

There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.

There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks

There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.

Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;

Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.

There are cute little vests and darling neckties

Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!

There's running and climbing and jumping and falling

And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling

And rolling and losing and finding and creeping

And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.

There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise -

Yet there's love in my house shaped like [four] boys.