I have three boys.  Thankfully, God also gave me three-fold patience!  I love my boys, but BOY are they a handful!  A little example…

I Knew I Had Boys When:

There is pee…everywhere…forget toilet seats, it’s everywhere people!

There are numerous daily conversations about underwear, snot and butts…in a completely serious manner.

There are numerous daily conversations about underwear, snot and butts…in a completely ridiculous and silly manner.

There are underwear strewn about the house in very strange places for no particular reason whatsoever.

We use the word underwear a lot.

I am ALWAYS out of food.  They are like little garbage disposals.

There is no pink to be found, except for the clothes on my back.  And I barely get away with that.  (“Mom, that’s a girl color!”  HELLO!  I’M A GIRL!!)

I have more hot wheels in my purse than I do cosmetics.

I break up at least 2-3 wrestling matches a day.  Some with tears, most with screaming.

I can quote Star Wars…this is not something I am proud of, it’s just a fact.

I can make shooting noises, differing between pistols and bombs and such…again, not a super proud moment.

It only takes two dressers completely emptied to cover a small bedroom floor with clothes.  This fact has been proven numerous times and you will come to find out all kinds of things that can cover the floor when you have boys.

Body parts…don’t get me started on that one.

Lego pieces can not be easily found in vacuum bags…or dog poop.  Just sayin’.

Bath time is about the same as  the “Will It Float” segments on the Late Show with David Letterman.

Photo shoots look like this:

I can’t complain though.  I really DO love being a mom of boys.  Dirty underwear and all.

So tell me, how did you know when you had boys?

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