Blessed to be a mom of boys.

Dallin came home from school with all sorts of Mother's Day goodies. My favorite would have to be the worksheets where he fills in the blank with what he thinks about me.
He did get a lot of the info correct however, I'm pretty sure I am taller than 36 inches and weigh just a smidge more than 4 pounds. Oh...and I LOVE desserts....I just don't love what they do to my thighs!
My favorite part is the sentence that says: When my mom daydreams she thinks about DAD. Right on the money my son.....you know me VERY well!

Gotta love the flower too:
I'm so lucky to have such sweet boys in my life. People often tell me how sorry they feel that I don't have a little girl. I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun but really...there is NOTHING to be sorry about. Today I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at the army band aid on my finger. I sliced my finger and the only band aids we have in the house are army colored.  I wake up every day surrounded by my own little army. They are protective of eachother and especially their Momma. I'm blessed beyond words and so thankful for the opportunity I have to be a mom to my little men.

Boys in my House

There are boys in my house - and Spiderman shoes

And 200 papers in various blues.

There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,

There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.

They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats

There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.

There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;

Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.

There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,

And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!

There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,

There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.

There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green

There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.

There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;

There's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.

There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks

There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.

Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;

Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.

There are cute little vests and darling neckties

Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!

There's running and climbing and jumping and falling

And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling

And rolling and losing and finding and creeping

And whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.

There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise -

There's love in my house shaped like three little boys.