I realized the other day how much Jack has changed my perspective of the world, I now see many things through the eyes of a curious little boy. I was driving in my car alone (quite a rare event these days) and I saw a big digger coming down the street. I got really excited and started to say ohh digger straight ahead. The I realized I was alone....yet I was still excited to see that digger.
You know you are a mom of a boy when....
- you look through the ads in the morning newspaper to try and find some showing lawnmowers
- you cannot remember your little guy ever walking only running
- on a stroller walk you hope and pray for sightings of mailtrucks, fire engines, moving trucks, lawnmowers, the list goes on
- when driving past construction sites you slow way down to maximize the entertainment for the backseat audience
- you stay in shape by racing after your little guy at the park, in the grocery store, down the street, around the house....
- instead of saying peek-a-boo when you hide under a blanket you say 'roooaaarrrr' in a loud scary voice
- your main goal is to tire your little guy out with physical exercise in hopes to calm the afternoon wiggles (you know that time of day just before dinner where little boys engines seem to be going out of control)
But the best part of being a mom of a boy is you know you are guaranteed a big double arm goodnight hug!!!
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