In case you haven't noticed all the blue and brown around here, I -the Mommy - live in a house full of boys.
People say boys are more rambunctious than girls. They say they get dirtier. I don't really know, because I have no comparison other than myself, and well I don't really remember that far back.
Most of the time, the twins don't even remember that Mommy is a girl, unless I do something outrageous like put on makeup. Then they look at my face and say "Mommy, you put that stuff on!" It's the kind of normal in my house, that Mommy is expected to get out and play sports and get dirty, just like the boys. We all have water fights, and nerf gun wars. It was all well and good until Santa brought the dirt bike.
Don't get me wrong, the boys love riding it (now that it is no longer as cold as the Arctic). They and Dear Hubby have created grand plans for everyone in the family to have one, and to go ride trails together. Everyone that is, except Mommy. Mommy is supposed to ride a 4 wheeler. Not Dear Hubby's rule, the twins rule.
Reasons Mommy needs a 4 wheeler. A: Mommy is a girl B: Mommy could get hurt.
Well how 'bout them apples?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I am not allowed to have a dirt bike? Me? The-non- primpy- hates to wear a dress- played rugby- Mommy? Shock wasn't even the word. I was a little more upset. What have I taught my children that they think I shouldn't have a dirt bike?
Any "girls" in your house?
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