Life with boys…a whole new bucket of worms..literally! #YMCCommunity

When I was growing up, it was a house of three girls. My Mum, my sister and I.

20140523-150812-54492562.jpg

I was the “man of the house”. Doing the lawn mowing, fixing things and being the one who got the dirtiest.

Definitely a tomboy.

Tomboy

As far as living with boys, I didn’t have any experience until my late teens and by then, they had found their independence and really weren’t at home a whole lot.

Fast forward twenty years and there is a wee lad co-existing in our home.

His older sister was a handful, but I NEVER expected in a million years, what a little boy brings to the equation.

A boy is a noise with dirt on it

The noise, the aggression, the energy, the destruction.

Trouble

It’s enough to drive one to drink. Wait a minute…it has.

After a full day of a nearly 2 year old and a 4 year old going on 16, and especially if hubby is away for work, this Mama definitely needs to put her feet up and shake off the day.

Some days I feel as though the life has been completely drained from me.

Mom going crazy

If I was looking for a way to lose the baby weight that I’m still carrying around, having a little boy running around is definitely gonna do it for me! The attention being required is far greater than when our daughter was his age.

Daily I’m finding things broken, crushed, and dirty.

20140523-151222-54742092.jpg

I think we’ll have to replace all our dishes with plastic ones, and we’ll be drinking from spill-proof travel mugs.

Do you have a little dude in your home? Do you find them more exhausting than you ever imagined?

 

 

 

Toilets and toddlers…a bad combination. #YMCCommunity

We NEVER had issues, when our daughter was a toddler, getting into drawers or cupboards, climbing on things or throwing stuff into the toilet.
I know, you’re jealous right? And probably thinking of nasty names to call me and curse our fortune.
Well, payback is a B!
Enter our 19 month old Little Dude.
This wee maniac, does ALL of the above, and then some!
He’s walked throughout the house with a box of tissue, thinking he was a flower girl. But before he casually tossed each tissue over his shoulder, he blew his snotty nose in each…and…every…single…one of them.

20140322-215001.jpg
He’s climbed atop his sister’s dinner table and thrown, our iPod, iPad, cell phone, remotes, books, and pens from the TV shelf.
Our cupboards now don the ever popular toddler padlocks. All of the doors are kept closed because he has an urge to see how everything operates.
Every so often, we are awoken by our alarm clocks turned to full blast static because he’s been mucking with the dials.
The baby gate is practically falling out of the wall because it’s so much fun to run full steam at it like a charging bull.
The other day Captain Distruct-O was keeping me company in the washroom. As a stood up and flushed, he chucked his soother at the toilet as the lid was closing and it went in! There was no stopping the process. I quickly opened the lid, but everything had gone the way of the dead pet goldfish.

20140323-232410.jpg
Perfect, I’ll I need now is to get blamed by Hubby for the toilet overflowing next time it gets used!
I look forward to this special phase coming to an end. I’m not sure I can handle anymore broken “things of importance” and our daughter has decided that she now requires wearing a helmet around her brother.
Do you have kiddos that reenact a tornado when you are momentarily preoccupied?;