As I sit her drinking my coffee and working. Something hits me. I’m a mom of two crazy, smart, rambunctious little men.
My house is pretty much never quiet and in the last year especially, I feel like I can never ever ever keep up with their energy level and the cleanliness of my house.
War games surround me on a daily basis.
Barricades literally being built around me.
Gun shots heard almost as soon as I wake up.
Once sweet and loving stuffed animals, have become captured enemies.
Raising boys is like living in a battlefield.
I do love seeing their imaginations grow. I get a kick out of how serious they instruct their soldiers (who typically are just hats set up on a couch). Or how when the youngest has to go to the bathroom, the oldest “covers him”. Spraying fictional bullets down the hall as the youngest runs, dives and then ducks into the bathroom.
I love these little dudes, more than I ever thought possible.
I’m sure being the mom of girls rocks….but since all I have are my little guys. I can only say, being a momma of boys is pretty cool. And completely entertaining.