Those new throw pillows didn’t have a chance. mothers of sons mobtruths.com #mothersofboys #mobtruths Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, I will receive an affiliate commission. Regardless, I only recommend …
Worms and beetles and frogs, oh my
Boys and Bugs Worms and Beetles and Frogs, oh my! Springtime in New England. It’s my favorite season, full of crisp mornings and warm days, green leaves appearing overnight on trees, flowers blooming, and a fresh smell that streams into my house through open windows, clearing out any lingering stink that can come from living …
The fate of the floral placemat today
After a brief, hopefully non-violent battle with a plastic knight, the floral placemat lay on the floor, awaiting my arrival home from work. What will my boys do with it next? Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and …
The M.O.B. Connection
Picture this: You’re at the park, and you see two moms meet for the first time. Within a minute, they discover that they both have two daughters and no sons. They joyously hug, instantly connecting. Have you ever seen it? Me neither. I don’t think it happens. But last week, I went to a business lunch …
When someone gives you a butterfly net . . .
When someone gives you a butterfly net . . . you put it on your head and climb the basketball hoop. Happy weekend, Mothers of Boys! Cheers to the M.O.B.! Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and purchase …
E asks “Why are boys rougher than girls?”
They look like they’re cuddling, but they’re wrestling “Mom, why are boys rougher than girls?” E asked me tonight. I had half a second to craft my answer, and an hour’s worth of images pop into my mind at once: It isn’t “nurture,” I can tell you that. I took my share of psychology classes …
M.O.B. goes bowling
Because every little boy knows — and every M.O.B.will learn — the air blow thingy by the bowling balls is really for your armpits. Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, I will receive an …
“Everything will be ruined . . .”
One of the things I loved about growing up in my house was how my mom had special decorations for each season. Pumpkin pictures went up in October, snowmen in December — you get the idea. I’m a working mom, and one who doesn’t always have the chance to get the house “set” just the way …
Raising Boys: “But I expected to have girls”: Becoming a M.O.B. for the second time
Raising Boys. It’s not what I expected, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I remember a few days after getting home from the hospital when my second son was born, my brother- and sister-in-law came to visit and meet their new nephew. My husband greeted them downstairs with our 2-year-old while I was …
On Mother’s Day . . .
Happy Mother’s Day! My special day included breakfast in bed . . . which was promptly eaten by my three sons instead of me. I guess it’s true what they say: Boys are always hungry. How was your Mother’s Day? Visit again later this week as we get into the journey of when I became a …