what little boys are made of

No glitter and princess stuff in this house. I am a mom of boys. And they melt my heart.

Especially on nights like tonight, when Matthew tackles me from behind, body slams me against the couch and attacks me with dinosaurs. And then Nolan, after pulling himself up next to his brother, doesn't miss a beat. My little ten-month-old slapped me in the face, then pulled a hunk of my hair with an impressive R-o-A-RRR!, followed by a proud grin and guttural laughter.


Boys. I wouldn't have it any other way.