Life As A Boy Mom

A few weeks ago I got a t-shirt that says, "Boy Moms Rock". Any mom that has only sons - no daughters - appreciates this t-shirt to the core. Mason is so proud of the shirt and points at my chest to complete strangers saying, "Look...Look". Anyone that gets past the initial shock of a boy pointing at his mother's chest while saying, "Look...Look" appreciates the wording on the shirt all the more.

Today my three sons and I ventured to Target. We went in with the simple plan of buying a few more ornaments for the tree. We ended up with a new toaster, a tube of Spongebob toothpaste, two boxes of Kleenex, four items that Max grabbed from shelves that we apologetically gave back to the check-out lady, and a pack of bubble gum. A ring toss game, sneaked into the cart by Mason, was also given back. I couldn't even remember why we were at Target until I came home and saw the half-dressed tree. These kids wear me out.

We plan to see my dad on Saturday at our big family Christmas party. After Max's bath tonight, I was trying to get him to say "Papa Jim". Guess what? My precious 10 month old said "Papa" plain as day...several times! I sure hope he'll say it on Saturday, because there will be an awfully proud papa ready to hear it.