Things I've learned having boys!

Sometimes I wonder why God has blessed my life with boys. At times I loose my temper, like tonight, which I immediately regret and feel horrible for. Boys are just so different. They think differently, they do things differently, they are just plain different. The purpose of this blog is to write some of the things I have learned about my 3 little boys. I want to cherish these moments and never forget them. It is also nice to read it over and laugh about what they do or have done.
Some things I have learned from having 3 little boys. I have learned that my boys see life as an adventure, literally, a daring, roller coaster, dangerous, and fun adventure. I was always looking at my 3 boys and constantly saying, "don't touch that", "don't eat that", "No, stop, wait...", I felt that I was always saying no, and don't. Finally it dawned on me, I have boys, so let them be boys. It has been very hard for me to grasp this concept because I am very much a girlie girl, who likes pink, dresses, and anything with glitter on it. My boys however, are 100% boys, and I need to embrace that. So now, in my crazy, wacked out world I try to limit my no's.
I have learned that boys will make strange noises out of their mouths to pretend they are shooting guns, and web from their wrists. When walking they will stop and pick up any stick they come across and start a sword fight, that usually ends up in a real fight. While being outside they will find all the insects that are around them and corner them so they can pick them up, play with them, then dissect their parts. If they see a dirt pile, they quickly find water, either by a hose, or even with their spit because they just know that water, and dirt will make something fun. Once that fun substance that we call mud is made, the like squishing every toe and finger in it, until one of them decides to make a ball and throw it at his brothers. What is the deal with rocks? They are obsessed. If they see a rock, they think it must be thrown!! Same with balls, if there are balls out, a game of dodge ball is soon coming that usually ends with one of them crying. Anything that resembles a circle they must touch it, pick it up and throw it without a thought in the world.
My boys look at life with eyes full of wonder, excitement, and adventure. Connor and Ryry tonight were pretending to have laser eyes, and they were protecting our town. As we went for a walk, all 3 of them were acting as if they were a super hero with all these different powers defending every ones safety.
I often catch my boys eating their boogers, very gross. I ask them why they are doing that? There response is usually, "we like them, yummy!!" Afterwards they then stick another juicy nasty bugger into their mouth while laughing at my disgust. Although rare, it is not uncommon for me to find disgusting things, in places they should not be. I don't ask why or how, only, please make sure you wash your hands. Tonight, while brushing Ryry's teeth I looked in the sink and in the drain I saw what appeared to be a rock that was stuck. Once Ry was done brushing I decided to get it out. I have learned from past experiences that when I do not know what something is, use gloves, or a paper towel. I am so glad I listened to my instincts. I grabbed what I believed to be a rock and realized really quick, this is not a rock, it is mushy. My mommy senses kicked in and I disgustedly pulled out a piece of brown, mushy, smelly poop. Ahhhhhhh!!! I do not know what happened or why it happened. All I know is I always have a bottle of Clorox Clean up on hand.
Having boys has been an adjustment for me in many ways. But I have grown to love getting on the floor and wrestle with them, while pretending to be Wonder Women as I defeat the Emperor Zurg, or fight off the Joker in hopes to free Batman. I have found a love for the outdoors and the amazing wonders that are to be seen. I help my kid's find bugs on walks or while playing outside. We enjoying finding lizards together and trying to catch them, they are so fast. I let them make mud, and play in it, and throw it at each other, I however, have not participated in this. It sure is fun watching them laugh and have fun though. When going on a walk, I stop and let them pick up sticks or pretty rocks that they want to look at. We are working on the eating buggers though, that is just nasty, and not acceptable in any way shape or form as far as I am concerned. Soon, hopefully it will stop.
I am slowly learning to put my girlish thinking, and my quiet way of doing things aside, because this is one time in my life that I don't want to miss out on. I love having my boys. I have loved what they have made me become, and everything they teach me daily. My prayer is that this time doesn't go too quickly, cause I love pretending to play super hero's, and catching bugs, and listening to them laugh at the most innocent things. I just love being a mommy of 3 little boys.

Two of His Favorite things

Our middle son Connor is super funny. There are 2 things he loves more then anything in this world, Larry Boy (from Veggie Tales), and Thomas the Train. He is my one child that I can give him his Larry Boy or a train and he is content with them for hours, seriously, hours. When his Sunday School teachers asked him what he wanted to be when he was older, he said, "Larry Boy because I am that Hero!!!!" I never wonder what to get him for a gift, and neither does anyone else. He is my Connor baby, and I love it that he loves Larry Boy, and Thomas the Train!

The things kids say.

Today as I was fixing the night light and humidifier that Ryan pulled apart in the older boys bedroom I looked around and saw a disaster. Toys and clothes were everywhere, and I had just cleaned there room a couple of days ago. I looked at Nicholas and said,"I am beyond sick of all these toys, I'm going to throw them all away!", and Nicholas looked at me and said, "Well Mommy, I'm beyond sorry." In that moment my anger turned to laughter, and I realized that they are just kids, having fun, and I should learn to lighten up more.

Naughty

Our youngest son Ryan is 1 almost 2, and he is one of the most mischievous little boys I have ever known. I refer to him as naughty when I talk to my husband to let him know what kinds of trouble he got into for the day. He has one of the most sweetest faces ever, with big blue eyes, and a smile that would warm any ones heart, but underneath it all he is a troublemaker. I believe that he thinks about what he can do to get into trouble then does it. Whenever he has something that he shouldn't have he goes and hides behind his swing in his room. If we can't hear him, we know he's doing something he shouldn't. And, the thing that makes us laugh the most is he instigates problems with his older brothers. My little naughty Ryan is one of a kind and I absolutely love everything about him, even his naughtiness.