I am a mom of two boys (two girls, too, but this book isn’t about the fairer gender, so I’m not going to mention their antics. To be fair to the boys, my girls have their moments of bizarre behaviour.) These sons of mine – let me show you recent pictures so we’re all clear as to whom I speak:
The First Boy (alias Peter)
and Second Boy (alias Edmund)
See? See what I’m dealing with? These two rapscallions are BOYS among mere wanna-be boys. My boys could win prizes for boyish behaviour (don’t you like the way I keep typing the British behaviour rather than the bland American behavior? Maybe there is an English mother of boys blogging about their behaviour who thinks she’s so clever with her use of the American spelling?)
In honor of Ms. Blackmer’s book of how to thrive with these goofy, messy, loud, muddy, make-you-wanna-pull-you- hair-out boys, I’m linking to my all-time favorite post about mothering boys. It’s at New Jersey Moms Blog. Here is a tease:
That’s a true story. If you have more time to read, here are more real-life boy posts.
I love my boys. Really! I swear I do. Life would be rather dull without them.
And I will have my revenge.
They’re called grandsons.
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And so it begins.
Friends – behold, the interesting creature known as The Nine-Year-Old Boy. He runs everywhere. He plays computer games obsessively. This Boy, he who will only be nine once (”Thanks be to God!” says his mother), engages occasionally in behavior we won’t speak write of again. Ahem. The Legendary Peeing on the Grill Incident, for example.
Then there are the days when The Nine-Year-Old Boy gets is right.
Today my version of this boy-man child made his father breakfast in bed, then proceeded to build this quite lovely and extremely functional foot/bike bridge. It’s the Age of the Hammer. Building, creating, pounding wood with nails. No wood scrap is safe from The Boy looking to create a bike ramp. Or tree fort. Whatever captures his imagination.
You did good today, kid.
Tomorrow? You never know with the creature known as the Nine-Year-Old Boy. As the mother of said Nine-Year-Old Boy critter, I’m gonna just go with it, no matter what he choses to create: a mess or a work of art, because that’s what you do when you’re the mother of a mostly domesticated/always entertaining Nine-Year-Old Boy.
Pray for me!
And be jealous.
Doc got me a Flip Mino for my birthday. Bwaahahahaha. Now I can capture all those goofy kid antics with digital video. Good times.
Flip supermarket from Monica Brand on Vimeo.
Hmmm. Perhaps a new category is needed? Flip fun? Kids on Flip?