I’m a mum of boys, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when random strangers imply that I’m apparently missing out on a great parenting experience by only having sons, and no daughter.
So far, my boys have taught me that farts are apparently, hilarious. Often so funny, that when one of them farts, the other laughs so hard, he almost falls off his chair. Continue reading
I’ve previously written about being a mum of boys and how I just don’t understand why they do certain things. Here’s my latest one that I just don’t get. Star Wars.
Maybe it’s a chromosome thing, only applicable to the XY combination in males. Continue reading
As a mum of boys, I have accepted that certain things will happen in my house that I do not understand.
Things that probably never crossed my radar earlier.
I have a brother, so I was exposed to some of these things growing up, but my two boys have well and truly opened my eyes to them. Continue reading