Being a {boy} mom

Being a {boy} mom is a blissful challenge in itself, and sometimes I wonder what the heck I am actually doing.

First, let's start from the beginning.... When I found out I was pregnant, I dreamed of having a girl- A little tutu wearing, clothes obsessed, glitter makes everything better, mini me. What woman doesn't want that? 20 weeks later, at a doctor ordered 3d ultrasound, my husband rejoiced in the fact that he would soon have a son, while I secretly cried. What did I know about raising a boy? What about those pretty dresses?

Fast forward a couple of weeks... I soon came to realize that little girls are too damn expensive (because you want buy up all that cuteness) and slowly became happy knowing that I was having a boy. (I would have been happy either way, as long as the baby was healthy) On the day that my son was born, I experienced love at first sight. I was out of it, from the epidural that I had to have (since I was having a C-section), but when those gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me for the first time, I was smitten and knew that I had been blessed with this tiny miracle for a reason.

The first day home, my mom stayed with me and lil man for a couple of hours, since my hubby was DJing a wedding (long story). My mom had taught me to change lil man's diaper in hospital, so the first change at home, I was on my own. My mom watched and took pictures (it was my first solo diaper change, and we like to document stuff... ) as I took lil man's diaper off, grabbed a fresh one, removed the gauze from his circ, and then I screamed. He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and I was covered in pee. He peed on me! My mom then proceeded to laugh, taking pictures the whole time, as I cried. Damn hormones! I really had no idea what I was doing.

Throughout the past three years, both my husband and I have gotten peed and pooped on, so we had both come to the understanding that we just didn't know what we are doing in that department. Yes, I just said pooped on. (maybe TMI, but explosive diarrhea is the worst!) Now that we finally have the diaper changing down, it time for potty training. Guess who gets to teach lil man how to pee pee in the potty? One guess, and it's not Daddy.

Other than bodily functions, I have had to familiarize myself with {boy} toys and {boy} ways. I grew up with a little brother, so I had some idea in that department. Trains, trucks, construction vehicles, ect... you name it, we have had it in our possession within the past three years. On the flip side, my son loves to be outside. He will run around with no shoes on, jump in puddles, play in the mud, and pick flowers for me. He gets so dirty! But, like everyone says, that's a boy. Do girls like to get dirty too?

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But, through out the years, I have come to realize that I do have a mini me. Granted he doesn't wear tutus, but he has cute shirts that say "my mom's hot". He is a little clothes obsessed, and likes to change his clothes a couple times a day (if we let him). And, I'm pretty sure he would like glitter. He watches me do my makeup... then wipes his finger in his palm and wipes the finger on both of his eyes.... so cute when he does it! He's definitely a momma's boy through and through :)

The past three years have definitely been a learning experience. My lil man has taught me how to slow down and watch the birds (or the occasional plane that flies over our house), how to enjoy taking a walk in our yard to explore and catch bugs, how to pick up legos with a loader and put them in a dump truck, and so many more simple things that make me happy to say that I love being a {boy} mom!

And the kicker... last night, as I was laying him down for bed, he brought his hand to my cheek and said, "you're my best friend" (in this country twang voice). Melted my heart. 

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