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to be a boy

There is something extra sweet about a boy holding a baby doll. 

Of course it is precious to see a little girl playing with a baby doll.  Both of my girls went through their baby doll “phase” and it was lovely to see their tender touches, sweet kisses, and general care-giving of those little plastic babies.  There was also the cutting of the baby’s hair, the coloring all over the baby’s face with permanent marker, and the games of “toss the baby doll”…but I will focus on that behavior another time.  maybe.

My boys generally ignore baby dolls.  We still have a bin of them in our basement because 1. I can’t yet part with all of them.  2.  We have little girls over regularly who still love to play with them. and 3.  I avoid that toy-filled, overstuffed basement like the plague. 

The. Plague.

But every once in a while, my boys are drawn to those sweet little cherub faces, chubby arms and legs, and soft cushiony bodies.  They carry them around, give them kisses and hugs, diaper them lovingly, and feed them with their little teddy bear-shaped bottles.  It brings a tear to the eye.

And then comes the inevitable smashing of the baby to the floor in the latest wrestling match, seeing who can toss the baby and hit the ceiling fan, and again coloring of the sweet baby face with the green permanent marker.

I am sensing a pattern here…

But in those few tender moments, I see such love pour out of my boys.  It smells a bit like the snuggly hugs I get when they are out of the bath and fresh into pj’s.  It looks a bit like the hugs and back pats my boys give when they are reassuring or comforting one another.  And it feels a bit like those slobbery, adoring kisses they love to plant on me at the end of the day.

As a girl, I am aware of the unique and special relationship I can have with my daughters. 

But this boy “stuff” is new territory for me.  I grew up in a female-dominated household.  And the first 6 years of parenting my 3 daughters seemed very natural and familiar.  (Well, as natural and familiar as any new parenting experience can be…while also being extremely overwhelming and terrifying!)

Which brings me to a fellow blogger’s post about parenting boys.  It’s a mom’s list of how to raise her boys.  I loved it so much I asked her if I could repost.  So here is the link:  http://studerteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/25-rules-for-mothers-of-sons.html

I hope you enjoy it.  It made me bawl like a baby.  And speaking of baby…I’m thinking that what I’m smelling is NOT from one of those dolls.  Off to diaper my own baby!

Posted on January 8th, 2012 by LilBS  |  1 Comment »

what is sleep?

I used to love sleep.  I think most of us do at some point or other in our lives.  But I REALLY loved it.  Cherished it.  Reveled in it.  You get the picture.

And then came children.  I know, I know.  I was warned.  Often.  By well-meaning friends and evil-chuckling know-it-all’s.  I didn’t really understand what it meant to “not sleep.”  It’s like having children; until you walk through it, you just don’t understand and it cannot be explained. 

And then came…

no…not a large sleep-stealing horse, but…

6 children and 11 years of “not sleep.”   **sigh**

I have several children who are morning people.  They jump out of bed and want to discuss metaphysics and Einstein and why they can’t have a treat at 5 am.  I also have a grumpy morning child.  I almost prefer her morning crabbiness because at least I can relate to it.

My children are slowly learning to walk gently around Mom in the morning.  “Are you awake yet, Mom?”  (backing away slowly from the snarling monster that is hovering over her cup of coffee as if the steam rising from it will provide life and less wrinkles under her puffy, sleep-starved eyes)

I used to love changing the clocks back in the fall and getting that extra hour of sleep!  Oh the glorious intelligence that created that idea!  Oh the long , dreamy, extra sleep!  

Right. 

I try to be happy for others enjoying their extra indulgence.  I try to be thankful that I have the ability to be awake and alive and in cozy pj’s and smartwool socks…even if it is at 5 am.  I do try.

And then I remember the spring when everyone “springs forward.”  And everyone loses an hour of sleep.  And my puffy eyes brighten just a bit.  The world seems to shift a little fairer on its axle.  And I take a big breath…and reach for another cup of coffee.

Posted on November 6th, 2011 by LilBS  |  No Comments »

in progress…

Just in case you accidentally land here, I am just starting this blog and am completely clueless!! Hopefully I will be able to figure something out soon… Thanks for your patience!

Posted on August 17th, 2011 by LilBS  |  No Comments »