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
“You have two boys? That’s a shame”
Someone actually made that comment to me the other day when I mentioned to them that I have two boys. Seriously. Continue reading
My boys are growing up so fast. I’m sure that before I know it, they’ll have finished school, be driving cars and finally have grown out of their fussy eater stages and will be eating us out of house and home.
But before they grow stubble and grow up, there are so many things I’d like to make sure they know. 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