An Ode to My Life

If I could bottle the

sounds and smells of

my life right this minute you

would wish I hadn’t.

translation:

bunch of sweaty boys over in my house yo, playing with our legos and eating all our steak

Comments

  1. But are they ruining everyone’s life? 🙂

  2. Ingrid Vance says

    I just found my sweaty little boy, asleep, with a tiny secret accident fossilizing in his pants, which I just added to the laundry hamper, already full of sweaty soccer attire. Life is sweet but it doesn’t always smell that way.

  3. I hate the smell, but I love the quiet happiness when there are a bunch of them playing Legos. Doesn’t happen very often here any more… youngest son is 12 (on the verge of finding Legos uncool) and doesn’t have a play-buddy who is here frequently. Tuesdays are the day – we host an English class which includes two brother-buddies. I live for Tuesdays.

    When my older ones were little, I never thought I’d enjoy the sound of plastic on the floor. Times change.

  4. You are not supposed to let them know you have steak! Just serve them pasta, tons of it!! :0)

  5. Well, we do smells. But I realised that as I wrote about my experience it was becoming an essay on our wealth of experience in that area. So, I put it on my blog. Just as a taster (ouch, bad choice of word), it involves a boy- quite innocently -relieving himself in a lampshade. And last night on their way to bed, after them clearing away the play dough mess I came across the lego diaspora in their bedroom and beyond. Same experience several thousand miles away.

  6. Hahahaha! I just got a nasty visual. I guess it’s better than lots of girl drama!

  7. Hahaha! I can relate. We just got back from a Cub Scout family campout!
    We made our two oldest share a tent. Before dinner they were just hanging out in the tent. At one point my husband came back to where I was sitting, after having checked on them. He said he had never smelled anything quite that bad….