SharePinTweet (Spoiler alert: Perhaps I’m overdramatic at times, but please don’t ever tell my husband I admit that.) This is the welcome mat that R, my oldest son, crafted out of paper, tape and magic markers this morning, and which he neatly placed at the entrance to his bedroom. Welcome. A simple word. Such an …
When a M.O.B. spruces up the family room
SharePinTweet Those new throw pillows didn’t have a chance. mothers of sons mobtruths.com #mothersofboys #mobtruths
The fate of the floral placemat today
SharePinTweet 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?
When someone gives you a butterfly net . . .
SharePinTweet 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.!
M.O.B. goes bowling
SharePinTweetBecause every little boy knows — and every M.O.B.will learn — the air blow thingy by the bowling balls is really for your armpits.
On Mother’s Day . . .
SharePinTweetHappy 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 …
