My kids.....

So I love being a Mom, most of the time. I used to always secretly, ok not so secretly, wish that I had had at least one girl. But obviously God had other plans for me when he blessed me with three beautiful baby boys. Who knew that the next 11 years of my life I would be blessed with all the disgusting things boys love to do, eat, say, and act out.

DJ has had his moments over the last 11 years, dont' get me wrong. But I think he is finally at that age that he has calmed down somewhat in the disgusting factor. Although he still loves to watch some disgusting things on TV, that whole Dirty Jobs show gets me everytime. God has a special place in heaven for the people that do some of the jobs we've seen on there.

Adam I guess is just Adam. He doesn't really anything too disgusting I guess. He loves to watch a lot of shows on TV that involve animals and thier disgusting habits. I know he loves anything to do with animals. But they can be disgusting as well. But he did the funniest thing yesterday. He wanted a hard boiled egg like Daddy was eating and asked if he could peel his own, so we of course said yes. He comes in the living room a few minutes later, and says I think there is a chicken in my egg still...all freaked out. We were like what?? So Bruce goes in there to check it out, he apparantly got a raw egg out of the carton instead of the bowl of hard boiled eggs sitting in there. He managed to peel a good portion of it before he cracked the whole thing. We couldn't stop laughing...

Jack on the other hand, is a whole story in himself. God gave this kid the funniest sense of humor, he is always making us laugh. His comedic timing is perfect. I really think that John Ritter had to have been like Jack when he was little, with as physical with his comedy as he was. Jack is the same way. But lately he is on this kick of how to best totally gross out Mommy and everyone else around me. He has become a farting machine. How a little kid can fart on cue is beyond me. Not only does do it constantly but really smells like something crawled up in him and died. He doesn't eat anything different than the rest of us, so I really don't understand. Now yesterday he has decided that everyone in the house needs to come in and see what he has produced in the toilet. I know this is way too much info, but really he is cracking me up. I try to get mad at him and tell him how gross it is, but I'm a wee bit outnumbered in this house on the gross factor!!

Oh the joys of living with all of these boys.....and I'm including Bruce in that too!!!

All I want for Christmas is three well behaved little boys who are not constantly doing something to gross me out!!!