So tonight, I am having a sleep over party for D's birthday. I have (6) ten year old boys here. There has been much wrestling, fighting, basketball, video games and this...
And oh yeah, D screamed "My brother eruptured my penis!" Apparently he got kicked in the boy junk and he is quite sure he might die. He howled for a full 30 minutes. Not even kidding.
Sigh. Just another day in the life of a mother of boys.
Another tell tale sign that I am the mother of boys, I wasn't even phased by the amazing cupcake fire that D created with brithday candles. There was so much wax that it coated an entire cupcake.
But so far the favorite part of the evening was when the love of my life came over for some snuggle time. I am so stinkin' in love with this guy!
We call him Baby B, even in the real world. He is my youngest sister's son and he was born two weeks after Brit. I am sure there is a psychological reason why I am so in love with him because of misdirected motherly instinct, but I don't care why it is, I love him and he really loves his Aunt Lisa!
I guess I'd better get back to the "party", things are a little quiet which in the world of boys means trouble is brewin'!