boy moms rule.
i love being a mommy of a boy. at my house, it’s all about swords and helicopters. soccer balls and monsters. knights and cars. i can’t say enough about how great my kid is. (i know, just humor me.) the words that come out of his mouth never cease to make me laugh. he gives the best bear hugs and fits perfectly in my lap to cuddle while we watch a show. he insists on pulling up a chair to help stir whatever i’m cooking on the stove. and hauls around tools and mows the lawn with his bubble blowing mower with daddy when they’re working outside. (he’s even photographs his food with his little digital camera… i have no idea where he’s seen that.)
it’s so very sweet and hilarious to see him make little friends. one of my favorite things is to watch and listen to the conversations he has with the other little boys. these funny little social people, talking about trucks and robots and dinosaurs.
one of those friends is owen and he’s turning three this weekend. owen is a sweet, gentle little guy who happens to be a big fan of buddy, from the pbs show, dinosaur train. owen’s fantastic mommy and my friend, shannon, is a very cool girl with a contagious, happy smile. and she’s just kind enough to humor my addiction to cake pops and agree to my offer to bring buddy to owen’s party.
these are the days to remember…