little boys...

are GROSS! I have learned from my handsome little Tristan that boys are just born gross! He amazes me withe grossness. His newest facination is the toilet bowl. If I haven't caught him licking it, he is standing (yes, standing) in it splashing all the water out of it. And what makes that horrid is that his older sister has gotten to where she doesn't like to flush. So there is my handsome little boy splashing around in pee water. PEE WATER!!! He also likes to brush his teeth with the toilet brush. It is in the cabinet that has a child lock on it, but he can now open those. GREAT.

Another one of his favorite things is to find (this is just disgusting, and I promise, I do look after my children, they don't just run amuck), gag, dog, gag, poop, gag, and eat it. GAG!!!! And then he thinks it is funny. It so is not.
And the boy can climb like it is no one's business! He will be climbing ropes by the end of the summer I do believe. He is always climbing on something. The back of the couch, the coffee table, my bed (that is on pedestals), the dinning room table, climbing into the toilet and into the tub.

I also catch him getting stuff out of the kitchen trash and eating it. Sometimes I think he is just hiding his snack in the trash to save it for later. And one of his favorite snacks is dog food. He loves our dog and likes to sit beside her while she eats and sometimes while at the table, I catch him eating off his plate like he is a dog. It's rather cute actually.

Oh, he also likes beer. He loves him some drinks. And it isn't just beer that he has a fancy for. He really likes margaritas. Wanna know how I know this? He will climb onto anything to get to a margarita glass and a beer can/bottle and when you catch him, he giggles and runs away.

I love that boy with all my heart! He is such a little stinker and always keeping me on my toes. I wanted to write this to show that while he keeps me uber busy, I cherish these moments. These will be moments to share with his future wife and his children. To be able to say, "when your daddy was little...", I recently read a blog that, what is the right word (?), was a mother describing how she doesn't really like her children. I think there is more going on in this individuals life than what she is letting on, but I just wanted to write about how my children aren't perfect, I am not perfect as a mother and that things happen and that little boys are what they are, little boys. This is all part of their exploring and learning process. It doesn't mean that I neglect my children. I love them and I am so very grateful for the toilet swishing, dog-poop eating-dare devil, alcoholic child I have! I love that little man to pieces!
my handsome little devil