I am outnumbered. Between my husband and our four sons, I have five boys to look after (more like CHASE after).
Boys really are the best, though sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a girl-- would she jump into the middle of the wrestling match on my bed and shout out, in the middle of everything, "I just let one rip!" like my sons do?
Yes, potty humor is alive and well in this household. Anything 'inappropriate' is deemed 'exciting' and can drive this mama a little crazy once in a while.
Don't get me wrong... I wouldn't trade my boys for anything. Boys are great-- they can be sensitive and tough, gentle and rough, goofy and serious... I have a wide array of them, and they are each so different and unique that I never know what's coming next.
So, here I am, starting this blog to catalog my chaotic life, and my five boys... the ones that make life worth living.
