Oh Can Boys Keep You Hopping!!!

Mothers of little boys work from son up till son down!
-- Author Unknown

Oh Boy!!!  It has been one heck of a week.  So frantic and crazy at times that I'm not quite sure where to start?

I do know that I am one tired Mommy and you can thank my two crazy boys for a lot of this.

My week has been filled with one trip to the Emergency Room, way too many stressful situations trying to control my 3 1/2 year old son, baseball practices, games and a tournament and many interesting conversations about puberty with my 10 year old son.  Nice!

I'll start with the scare we had early last week.  Luke almost always comes along with us to the farm every afternoon.  Sometimes the other two kids end up there as well after school and they keep an eye on him and hang out with him to keep him out of places he shouldn't be while Jeff and I do our chores.  On this particular day however they both had activities after school and couldn't be there so he was hanging out with us.  He was with Jeff at the time and Jeff had just turned on the roller mill to roll some corn for the cowies.  Jeff had just told Luke to stay away and he had moved back a bit, but he apparenlty was acting goofy and lost his balance/footing and when he fell he fell towards the belt/pully area portion of the roller mill sending his right hand into the belt and over the pully, all the way around and back out again, landing him with a bigh thump on the ground and a lot of screaming.  Jeff came flying into the barn with him in his arms and within minutes I was on my way to the ER.  Thankfully there wasn't any major cuts or anything but there was immediate swelling of his entire hand which eventually led to Xrays and thankfully negative results.

It was scary.  I dislike trips to the ER with my children.  I think the most painful thing any Mother can endure (or Father as Jeff was worse than I was) is to see their child in pain and feel as if you didn't do your job to protect them.

Luke was a toughy though and had actually stopped crying shortly after we left the farm to head to the hospital.  He smiled at the hospital and even told me he wasn't going to do this ever again on the drive there.

I stopped and counted my blessings many times over since then.  It could've been a lot worse and I won't even go into details about it.  Let's just say we are lucky, very lucky.  It took a few days for him to start using that hand again, but all is back to normal now for the most part.

One would think that an injury like this would make this little guy slow down a tad but apparently it doesn't.  Luke was still full of piss and vinegar and pushing all of my buttons on a daily basis.

An example of one of the things Luke likes to do to Mom at least once a week.

Most of the time throughout the week I am home alone with him.  And I get home from the farm and one of the things I have to do almost immediately is take a shower as I am quite smelly.  Well, he thinks it is really funny to unlock the door and take rides on his bike, 4 wheeler or whatever down the sidewalk and almost to the corner intersection while I am in the shower.  So I get done with my shower, peek around the corner to check on him and then he isn't there.  So, I quick throw some clothes on and look out the window and lately I have been chasing him down with my Ford Explorer so I can catch up to the little shit.  Seriously!!!  He's quick!!!

It's always an adventure with boys.  Which leads me to my next story.

So Zach, our 10 year old, has been learning about puberty in school all week.  The girls are taught in a separate room from the boys and by a female teacher and the boys have a male teacher. 

The first day he came home and decided to talk about it and the first thing out of his mouth went something like this, "So yeah Mom, guess what I got to learn about today in puberty class?"  Said with a little sarcasm of course.

To which I replied (a little nervously of course but curious at the same time), "What?"

"All the parts of the penis, oh yeah," he stated with a smirk on his face.

At this point all I really did was raise my eyebrows a bit with a quizzical look on my face and said, "Okay.  That's interesting."

"Sure is," he said and he walked away.  Apparently that was my clue that the conversation was now over.  It cracked me up.  I know Samantha had these same classes a few years earlier but she never came home and really mentioned much about them to me.

The next day comes, Zach gets home from school and I am done with work and that leisurely time of the night comes and Zach says to me.

"Soooo, guess what we learned about today." 

"Hmmm?" I say, "No clue."  Playing dumb.

"Sperm and eggs and how they come together to make babies!"  More sarcasm of course.

My eyes lit up at this I'll admit so I responded with, "Did your teacher tell you that these sperm and eggs can't come together to make babies until AFTER you're married?"

"No!" he says.  "Our teacher said that this can happen after you have gone through puberty?"

To which I corrected him by saying, "Oh no, he was wrong.  You have to go through puberty AND be married for this to happen.  It's a rule.  Your teacher must've forgot the married part."  Ha ha.

He then left the room with a puzzled look on his face.  Oh brother!  This will get more interesting in the next few years I'm sure.  He already had a magnifying glass out (not really but close) looking for signs of the "changes" he will be going through. 

Truthfully there is never a dull moment in my life.  Not anywhere close to dull.  I can't imagine the last time it was.  But with that said, I wouldn't have it any other way.  I adore my boys and they keep me young.

I hope all of you have a great week and never have any dull moments either.