From the moment Aston was born, I knew more about boys than girls. I immediately was faced with tackling, well, the tackle, a small little thing that for some reason enjoyed squirting me in the face during nappy changes. A quick call out to all the mums-of-boys on face book, soon had me armed with a face cloth at every nappy change from that moment on.
Blue dominated my home, which I didn’t really mind as it is my favourite colour to decorate my home with. I tried to do my best to create a nursery that was as ‘feminine boy’ as possible by going for a nautical theme, I do like blue, white and red, the french vibes bring back great memories of my trips to Paris Fashion week. The problem was, as time went on and another boy came into our family, this clean, crisp and calm nautical nursery and a home that clearly had a feminine touch, had some visitors creep into it. In came the trucks, the cars, the Bulldogs merchandise (although the red white and blue did kind of work in the nautical vibe), golf clubs, ugly boy toys, entire train sets, hot wheels tracks that would take over an entire room and anything else that is scruffy and hideous looking and not within my chosen colour palette.
Hey, this is only just the physical appearance of my house, it is pretty standard I suppose, I mean, I have already designed a ‘mud room’ into our renovation for all the cricket and footy equipment, and a play room for what I am sure will be the ‘Nintendo’ room. But, beyond the house, being a mother of boys has a lot more to it. The way the boys behave, the way they act, speak and play and the way they show emotion is so unique to what I think it would be with girls. I am a mother of two boys, some mothers have three, four or five boys. I am the only female in my house hold, excluding our female dog Chase, who just so happens to have a male name.
From my perspective, here is what you can expect from being a mother of boys:
Yes, boys can be rough, there will be legs and arms flying all over the place. Wrestling on the floor with their siblings seems to be a sport to them, Aston prefers to run along my couch and fly kick his brother.
Toilet training is extra messy and perhaps a little inappropriate. We are currently training Will, he has already achieved to not poop in his undies by laying a couple of bricks on the grass. Our trips to the park usually makes for great toilet training with the amount of tree’s that provide them with a spot to wee on as well as shade from the sun.
Speaking of toilets, Aston is still mastering the ‘aim’ and I believe he wont master this skill until he leaves home, when he is probably 30. Also, flushing the toilet is another story.
Boys have energy, lots of energy. Some boys wake at 7am they then spend the day at school or kinder running and playing with no nap and then get a little sleepy at 5pm but after a good feed, the energy returns and they usually dont go to bed until, oh, I dunno, 9:30?
Little boys need to burn their energy and a morning trip to the park and some fresh air should help with their afternoon sleep.
Some boys like sports, some boys dont. Aston doesn’t like sport much, but, Will is a non stop energiser bunny who is a natural at any given sport. I am sure my weekends of shopping and coffee dates will soon be replaced by cricket, footy and any other sort of extra sport activity that I have to make time for and leave the house at 8:15 on a Saturday for.
Potty talk is a daily, hourly occurrence. Bums are so funny, the word bum replaces words and will become a word in your favourite song (or all the words of your favourite song). Fart’s are really funny, but combining the “bum-bum-doo-doo-fart-face” combo is da-bomb! Will recently called a shop assistant a “Bum-bum-face”
You dont know loud until you have two or more boys in your back seat. Noise, squealing, yelling, fighting, singing, talking nonsense, the only way to get through it is to some how tune out, open the window, think happy thoughts. Just dont get distracted, just keep driving, you will get there soon.
Boys dont sit and play quietly like little girls. Yes, I admit, Aston does, but not for very long, he needs more toys, more tv shows, more of me. Getting things done with boys is basically impossible. Hey, even as I am writing this, I am on a time limit, boys are currently running around nude, one with a tennis racket and the other with some sort of weapon (wooden spoon or light saber), or maybe the tennis racket is a weapon too?
Boys are always “HUNGAAARRRRYYYYYYYY” as Aston would pronounce it. You give them breakfast? they want more. You come out the shower, it is snack time, then lunch, then snack, then snack then dinner, then more food it doesn’t end.
Boys like to climb, jump, swing and do dangerous things. That is all.
Boys tell the craziest stories, which usually involve lava, something eating someone, something flying and something transforming and a bum or two.
Boys will surprise you with their own sense of style, Aston likes to look good and is very aware of what other people think, he knows how he likes to look and selects his own clothing. we had to go out and buy some new underwear without characters on them after his first week of school.
Puddles! Water! Kill me now! William loves water and if there isn’t water play, he will literally dunk his head in the dog’s water bowl and feel satisfied. One time, he took a swim in a muddy puddle at the park, he had a crowd around him of parents, who seemed to be enjoying the entertainment of the child that wasnt theirs, but were eager to see who the mother was.
Boys look up to their dads like he is their hero. This is no word of a lie even though it is very stereotypical TV commercial-esque. Boys love their dads and absorb everything they say and do.
Boys love their mummies too, they love to snuggle, feel like they are protecting her and love to be reminded of how they were once babies and how special that time was for their mummy.
It is important to teach boys respect for others at a young age, as we are planting the seeds in them to become men in a world that is bigger than the four walls of their home.
Thanks to High Street Armadale for dressing this mama and her boys!