Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Ma, my balls are bigger!

I started this blog with intentions of writing about my life as a mother and of my children.
Of course events and my mood changes my purpose of writing sometimes, and I sway away from the topic of kids. Sometimes I vent about things I see around me or what I hear. 

The way I see it, no one really wants to hear about someone's kids all the time.
And I can write about anything it's my blog!

For this post, something happened that I had to share, so I will be writing about my kids.

It's incredible to me that my children are so different.  Both raised in a home with both parents. Although, Chris and I aren't married,but that subject has only came up once when my daughter Emilie asked why my last name is different than her's.  I told her that Mommy and Daddy aren't married.  I asked her if that bothered her? 
 She replied, "I don't care, I was just wondering."

Okay.. back on track - they have both of us and same values and mostly the same rules.

Emilie is now 8 years old but when she was a baby and a toddler she was amazing. She listened to us, followed rules and never repeated any "bad words" we may say in front of her.  I can't say that she listens to us or never talks back now. She is 8 but acts like a 14 year old.  Slamming doors, screaming like a banshee. Oh man, it is going to be tough when she actually is 14!

My son Andrew, who will be 3 on the 22nd of July.  He is a freakin' character.  He repeats everything I say.  He constantly asks questions. He insists he is a "BIG MAN."  If I say, "My little man" or "Baby boy" he corrects me immediately. He has finally been potty trained, so that has definitely proved he really is a "big man" (in his eyes).

I was sitting in his room with him last night, when he informs me that he has to go poop.
 I instruct him to go to the bathroom, I follow him and get him situated on the potty.  He then tells me me to leave the room and close the door. We have a tiff on leaving the door open, (which I win this time).  I go back to his room and continue reading.  
A few minutes later he comes out of the bathroom and runs into his room,
he is naked because that's just the way he likes to poop.

Our conversation consists of:
"Andrew are you done pooping?"
"I do pee-pee."
"Okay, well do you have to go poop?" I ask
"Yes." he says as his bare butt runs back into the bathroom.

Couple of minutes later and he's back.
"You done yet?" I ask again.

He puts his hands on his "big man" parts and says:
"Ma my balls are bigger."
" Er.. Okay, well that's great Andrew, but do you have to poop?"
"Nope, no poop - I got big balls."

Well what can I say to that?
Nothing - I just laughed
Cause that's what he makes me do everyday!

Glad to know he's growing well though.



  1. Boys are the best!

  2. LMBO!! My life will never be boring with kids in the house. Good times Good times!!

  3. I have 3 boys too and they always talk about their balls in public, loudly. It's disturbing

  4. Thanks Ashley, glad to know most mom's w/ boys have to deal with this. :)


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