
I was gifted this delightful book by a good friend. We actually are going to get to meet the author,
Rachel Balducci, for dinner in a few weeks to talk about her book, parenting, and wherever else the conversation leads!
Raising boys is an interesting journey. I am daily assaulted with items that they have turned into guns
(anything, and I do mean anything can become a weapon!) Every morning my precious four boys meet me with grunting, yelling, stomping, banging, mouth noises (
mimicry of transportation, Jedi, and generalized explosions!) strange smells, and weird daydreams about body parts, explosives, and more weapons...
They hate to bathe. They loathe brushing their teeth. And they don't care about wearing dirty underwear, dirty clothes, dirty anything.
They eat constantly. I can't even think about the amount of food I will have to keep stocked during the teenage years. Just the thought of that makes me want to pray harder for a Costco to come this way.
They bounce and wiggle and jump and kick and flail. The energy is amazing. They try front flips and back flips and
side flips. They leap way ahead of us on hiking trails and seek to climb to the highest, most precarious point possible.
Reptiles, snakes, frogs, spiders, grubs...
all things creepy are grabbed and brought to me with such incredible joy and fascination as if they had just stumbled upon pure gold.
They love fire. Making fires, putting things in fires, and figuring out what will make the fire pop and sizzle and get bigger. It's the whole explosives fascination thing again.
And the noise, oh the noise!! I send my son Will to preschool three mornings a week so that I can have a small break from the crazy amount of noise that particular child generates. Here is the progress report I received on Wednesday:

I laughed so hard! He needs to work on an "inside voice"?! REALLY!? As soon as we find the secret to teaching an "inside voice" to a vibrant, no-holds-barred 4-year-old boy, I'll let you know.
And as wild and untamed as all of their actions and thoughts are, the genuine tenderness and generosity I see in their hearts is worth all the spills, breaks, and high-volume. The snuggles, kisses, and wildflower bouquets make my heart soar. The "I LOVE YOU MOMMY!" that I hear roar from Will's lungs 25 times a day reminds me how
blessed I am.
I really wouldn't have it any other way.