My favorite hashtag is #boymom. I use it all the time. Why? Because it's a an experience that is hard to understand unless you are a boy mom. As I type this my laptop is jumping up and down like an earthquake in my living room because you both have created a pile of blankets and pillows on the living room floor and are jumping on them. We've stopped once for a chin to the head injury but I have no doubt you will be back at it in no time.
On any given day you will find someone in our house is covered in blood or dirt and bandaids and ice packs are always out. I frequently find dirty socks, granola bar wrappers and cups tucked in the cushions or under the bed. But I also find "I love you" written on my bathroom mirror, get constant requests for cuddles and am surrounded by uncontrollable laughter. You two play hard and love hard I love being your boymom.
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