Life is busy as the Mother of Boys

Awww! 21 adorable reasons boys (and men!) love their moms

Mother’s Day is fast-approaching.  I wonder if my silly boys will make me breakfast in bed like they often do, only to eat it before I even get a bite! We hear so much about how boys are all snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails, but they really do have a sweet side, too. I …

Raising boys tends to come with lots of energy, chasing, and a whole lot of adventure. Tell me about it in the M.O.B. Truths Survey.

Got sons? Tell me about it!

Are you living the adventure of raising boys?  If you told a kid in your house today to take his hands out of his pants (or if you laugh as you remember doing so when your kids were younger), I’m guessing you have a son.  If you balance the question “What sports does he play?” …

Raising boys: What every mom needs to know

Raising boys, it becomes clear early on how much they love their penis.  In case there was any doubt about it, check this out: I just said to my completely nudey, just-turned 4yo, “I will play with you only after you put your underwear on.” He replied, “Then I don’t want to play with you.” …

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Things Parents Say: 15 (More) Things I Never Knew I’d Say While Raising Boys

Things parents say.  We rolled our eyes at our parents while we were growing up, and now we say some of the same things they said to us.    But we also say things we never could have predicted, never expected.  Especially if you’re a M.O.B., like me.  Here are 15 more* things I never knew …

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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 …

Join me as I find my way (laughing) as the mother of boys

  This is me.  My favorite outfit growing up was a flowered cotton skirt with a bow in my hair.  I was a dancer, I played house and school and store and doctor and hair salon.  I loved pink, flowers, ruffles, dolls and ribbon barrettes.  I was, in retrospect, a girly girl.  Don’t get me wrong, I …