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My motto around the house is to let my boys be boys.

I laugh at burbs.
I laugh at farts.
We sometimes rate how bad farts smell.
I give high fives for both to my three year old and always say "that was a good one".

My motto may have back fired on me this morning.

This morning, while I was sitting on the couch my three year old jumped up onto my lap looking like he wanted to give me a hug.  He turned around and ripped one IN MY FACE!  Then turned to me all proud and said "How do you rate that one?"

Maybe it is time for a new motto.

Happy 4th of July!!

It started with weaning you from the breast.
Assisting you in your determination to walk.
Then run.
Filling my heart with joy the first time you said Mama and meant it.
Watching you hit your first bomb and cheering for you as your rounded all four bases.
Eliminating diapers was our biggest challenge but this past week you decided to kicked the habit.

And tonight you choked up your Mom at bath time.
When did you get tall enough to walk out of the tub yourself?
When did you learn how to get dressed all by yourself?

"Mom, I don't need you, I can do it" as you fumbled trying to unroll your pajama shirt.

It was the first time you spoke those words to me.
And while my heart was filled with pride because I know you "can do it", it was also filled with sadness.
How did it happen?
When did you go from toddler to kid?

You are growing so quickly peanut.

I am watching you unfold into an such a smart little man.

But maybe slow down a little? 

Or at least amuse your old Mom and pretend to ask me for help getting your PJ's on at night.

My husbands father passed away in 2002, so our kids never got a chance to meet their Poppy.   So every year, since Donnie was born, my husband takes him to the cemetery on Father's Day.  Even though Donnie never got the opportunity to meet his Poppy, he knows who he is from stories and pictures.  And we have done the best we can trying to explain heaven to him, but at three he still does not grasp the idea.

This past Sunday, my husband took Donnie to the cemetary.  They stopped at the florist first and picked up blue flowers, per Donnie's suggestion.

As they placed the flowers on the plot, Donnie said "Daddy, I don't think Poppy is home right now"
My husband was curious and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Donnie said, "Isn't that what the sign says?"

This week I was going crazy with my camera.  I received an awesome new camera lens for Mother's Day and I have been non-stop with it.  Here are my favorite shots from the week. :)

King of The Road

Little Red

Vampire Sponge Bob

Mow Mow Man

BBS (Beautiful Baby Sis)

Sweet Cheeks

My son likes loves is obsessed with the Jetix channel.  This is the channel that is the home of Superman, Batman and Spiderman cartoons.  It is also the channel that is forever advertising every kind of toy that my son NEEDS.

"Mommy I NEED that new Power Ranger motorcycle"
"Mommy I NEED that race car track"

So when my son said I NEED The Pancake Puffer I didn't take him seriously.  My son NEEDS everything so I just thought it was another silly request.  And plus it was the Pancake Puffer, what could he really want with that? Then he saw it in Target on one of our many shopping adventures.  (Mommy NEEDS things too right?)  And since that day he spotted it I cannot get through the store without the begging "I NEED the pancake puffer Mommy".

I broke down today and I purchased the "Puffer" on my lunch break.  When I picked Donnie up from school I had it waiting on his car seat with a bow on it.  The boy nearly lost his mind when he got into the car. 

Tonight for dinner we had pancakes "puffed".  We also had pancakes puffed with chocolate syrup pumped inside.  Yep, processed chocolately syrupy sugar in whole wheat pancake batter tastes like HEAVEN.   I love the "puffer".  The puffer is my new cooking companion. I am going to puff everything. 

Tomorrow my husband is having puffed steak.

PS. Not a paid post at all..but everyone needs a puffer.  :)

Coxsackie is the soul sucking virus that found its way to my son. 

My son Donnie is ABSOLUTELY miserable.  There is no more fever, but what has taken the fevers place is a throat full of sores.  

Tonight after having an ice pop for dinner he said "Mommy today while Nana was watching me I think I swallowed a fork.  That is why my throat hurts so much".

I said, "no honey, it was not a fork you swallowed, you got a virus from school, you will feel better soon".

"But Ma, you said that like 20 years ago"

Blank stare was returned to him because I just sat and wondered where he get this stuff from?

Mother's Day.  Is there really such a day where a mom is given a true break?  Nah.  Not in my house.  And it is not for the lack of the hubby's effort.  See, I have some sort of curse over my head.  Truly I believe this.  Why?  Because each year for the past THREE years I have been in the doctors office on Mother's Day.  I am not even kidding.  Every Mother's Day morning my oldest wakes up with a ridiculously high fever.  Turns out he has the same virus my younger son had a couple of days earlier. 

The virus is not my friend.  If I could see this virus I would kick its ass.  BAD.  I have not had a full night sleep in over ten days because of this life sucking virus that keeps the kids up.  So, instead of kicking up my feet today and resting my poor tired eyes I have been consoling my very unconformable little boy.  But then I sit back and realize hey, what better day to be a mom and put all my super mommy abilities to work?

Folks, I say this to keep me sane.  :)

I hope all you moms were able to enjoy today.  (ps.  I am sorry that I was not able to visit anyone's blog this weekend, it was just a little crazy in my house.  I will catch up over the week!!)

Here are some of my favorite shots of the week.  :)

BUSTED!  My Toilet Paper Thief

Air Hockey Champ in Training

Improvising Teething Rings