Welcome to the World of Boys.
Yes, it might as well be on a giant sign in my home now. I am now neck deep in "boy-ness" and it all hit me today while out at the park:
First, my toddler, upon realizing the ground was muddy, jumped into a mass of mud and rolled in it.
Second, about the time my toddler was rolling in mud, my other son pooped. EVERYWHERE. (side note that my wet bag worked great)
Third, while playing kick ball (after getting everyone somewhat cleaned up)my toddler saw an ant hill and decided it would be great fun to kick it.
Thus, we ran, me carrying him and the baby; him laughing, me scared the red ants were chasing us
Fourth, Little Dude picked me a flower-so sweet! Then, upon letting me look at it only, proceeded to rip it to shreds, laugh, and started ripping flowers out of the park's bed's while laughing.
Thus, we ran (again), me dragging him away from the flower garden sure that we will be chased down by other park goers for messing up the beds, JR spitting up in my hair, Little Dude still laughing.
Fifth, we finally head back to the car to go home and Little Dude meets a little girl. He smiles; I'm proud, then he directly informs the little girl that HE is the BOSS. (I blame this one on my hubby and his friends, they know why).
Last, we made it home; I put the boys down to nap and started the muddy laundry. I start to hear a horrible noise in my dryer. WHAT IS THAT????
Oh, you guessed it. ROCKS. LOTS of rocks. IN MY DRYER.
Oh the world of boys. Sigh.