A small problem with an all male household

Before we had kids, I must confess I was really hoping for a boy. I had taught Junior High for a number of years and really just didn't want to be dealing with a couple of teenage girls while going through menopause myself. I didn't think I would have the strength.

I got what I wanted, two little boys, and 99.99% of the time am utterly delighted, captivated and thrilled with my three men. It's testosterone city around here and I couldn't be happier.

However, what I did not figure in was that at some point they may all get sick together.

Right now we have more w(h)ine than all the restaurants in France.

At least I'm not menopausal. I'm just gonna need a lot of that Halloween chocolate.

Like Father, like son

As you may know, I am a bit of a geek. My hubby on the other hand is not. (How we ever wound up together is another story!) As a result I can easily embarrass the poor man. Sometimes accidentally, but mostly I do it on purpose. It's really fun. It's basically become a hobby. It's a lot cheaper and easier than scrapbooking.

Anyway, I sing in public, dance when people can see me and burp occasionally, which causes the poor man no end of personal shame. He has however, learned to ignore it for the most part, because protesting only eggs me on.

Well the other day Spud was pretending to take my picture with a toy camera and kept telling me to smile, so I pretended I was a model for Sears and began to pose. This began to irritate my son and he repeated his admonition for me to smile. I smiled but continued to act like a model on speed. He then put the camera down and said "no mommy, that's bad" and started to walk away. As he left I heard him muttering, "that's very very bad."

His father would be so proud.