Boys….*sigh*

With two boys and a husband, I am clearly outnumbered. This is sometimes very…tiring, especially when they forget to put the seat down; nothing like starting your day by falling in the toilet.

As my boys get older, I really start to get a reality check as to what living in a house full of men feels like. For example, potty humor transcends age, just ask my husband. So does Guitar Hero…and Nerf guns…and plastic swords…and everyone is a moving target.

My boys are perpetually in motion. They don’t walk; they run, squirm, dance and shake their way through life. This normally is expected, but sometimes, I just want to duct-tape them down for five minutes of stillness.

Like picture time. Getting a good picture of my boys is like trying to herd cats.

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No pretty poses or smiles for these clowns.  Oh no. In fact, I should just count my blessings that they are both fully clothed and not trying to strangle one another.

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Boys have no interest in posing for pretty pictures. Just ask tweetle dum and tweetle dummer.

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Every once in awhile, I actually do manage to capture a hint of the sweetness that is hiding under all that boyishness. And it’s just quite enough to make up for that whole toilet seat thing.

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