You guys seriously made me laugh with all your comments to my last post; particularly those of you with little, sweet boys. And Bare Naked Mummy with her Things I've Learned This Week post (she's grateful, at the moment, that she's got girls...) (very clever post by the way! And thanks for the link!)
Aren't they adorable those little guys....... ::snicker::
Yeah, enjoy that because yes, Lee & Sarah that was only a sprinkling of what you are in for.
Right now they are mommy's little guys but in a few years??
First they start to smell. And no, that little puppy dog smell they might have occasionally now isn't what I'm talking about. I'm talking about seriously makes your eyes water and you have to drive with all the windows down even though it's freezing smell.
So then you begin to talk and talk and talk and talk about hygiene to them. They don't listen. Why? Because they are boys and they aren't interested in things like changing their underwear or deoderant.
True story - as I was doing laundry one day I realized that I didn't see any of Man-Child's (then Boy-Child) underwear or socks. I asked him about it. He shrugged. Realizing that the only way to get a straight answer was to ask a direct question I asked him when was the last time he had changed his underwear - turns out it had been at least a week!!! All together now - eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!
I had to remind him daily to put on deoderant. One morning we were almost out the door and I asked him if he'd brushed his teeth (yes, was the reply for once); then I asked about the deoderant. Silence. I told him to go back upstairs quickly and put it on. Standing at the bottom of the stairs I could look right at his bathroom door. I walked to the stairs to tell him to hurry and stopped in total shock. What did I witness? Boy-Child spraying his deoderant onto his shirt! Apparently, it was too much effort to take the shirt off and apply the deoderant where it belonged so he figured spraying it on top of the shirt would work fine. NO!!! It doesn't!
Eventually though those boys get big enough to really get interested in girls and ::ahem:: other things and then you deal with the constant showers (as a mom - you really don't want to know - trust me!) and the Axe body spray (or it's equivalent) and are always asked "Smell me" "Smell my breath" "Do I smell okay?" And after having lived with the smelly boy you face smelling anything with trepidation. And guess what? Axe (or it's equivalent), when applied as liberally as it generally is, also has the ability to burn the hairs in your nose right off - so it's not much better.
I have been fortunate that my boy wasn't as adventerousome as some (thank you God!) So we haven't had to deal with the broken bones (yet. Although, he does play football so I expect an injury or two before it's all over). Although there was the time we went to emergency room thinking he's appendix was about to rupture....turned out to be gas (so yeah, boys can be drama queens too.....) how embarrassing (and expensive....).
From what I understand, boys are not nearly as verbal as girls (although I could almost argue this point as mine never shuts up....can you say future lawyer?). But by verbal I mean when you ask how his day was - I get "okay." Even as young as kindergarten that's all I could pull out of him. From friends who are mothers of girls I understand that girls will regurgitate everything. Boys? They don't dish. Period. Just figuring out what he had for lunch can be painful.
Luckily we haven't had to deal with an actual girlfriend yet. Yes, we had the long distance relationship; which was bad enough. But I figure within the next year or so.....that will change. There's probably more girl interaction than I know about - but with the advent of cell phones fortunately/unfortunately I'm not as privy to who is calling him.
My boy is fabulous and I would never switch him for a girl (especially when I remember what I was like as a teenager......), but as the saying/book goes "Men Are From Mars; Women From Venus" - it's completely true. Boys are befuddling. Their ways are different and no matter how hard you try to understand - as a mom you simply can't. You just try to raise the best (and cleanest) man you can.
So Mom's of Boys - good luck. It's a smelly, but fun ride. Being the only girl in the house has lots of perks (no one borrows your stuff) but can be a little lonely (can you say football widow during the "Season" which gives you a lot of shopping and blogging time - another perk!). But all in all? I wouldn't trade my boy for anything in the world.