When I found out I was expecting my first child, I immediately began to dream about the future. I would have a little girl, of course. I would get to shop for little outfits with matching tights and shiny shoes. Her closet would be exploding with pink and purple, ruffles and tutus, rhinestones and sparkles. God must have known I would put our family in the poor house just on her wardrobe alone, and so he gave me a boy.
As soon as my son arrived, I knew that in the world of nature vs. nurture, nature won. Boys are just different. I saw my new mommy friends with their sweet little girls, sitting and playing quietly. My son was the one who would walk over to you with his arm jammed up a ball popper, unable to get it out. He has always been completely unpredictable in what he says and does. While some moms may find him obnoxious, I find him hysterical – most of the time. But there are definitely days I would love to run and hide. And if I had a penny for every time someone told me, “One day you will look back and laugh…” The stories you will find here are true, much to my chagrin. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. L is by no means innocent, so he is on his own. Some of these experiences I can already laugh at. Others are still too fresh in my mind for me to do anything but groan. But, I hope they will bring a smile to your face.
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