Between the constant bickering, rampant destruction, crazy acrobatics and the limitless fiascos involving poop, raising boys is one crazy ride.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Ryan was sitting on the potty and nothing was happening....

Ryan: "Broken! Stupid!"
Me: "Ryan, your penis is not broken. It's fine."
Ryan: "My penis not fine. It AWESOME!"

Self Awareness and Modesty

Me: "You're a crazy guy Ben. You know that, right?"
Ben: "100 percent Mama. I make crazy look good!"

Friday, November 19, 2010

Sweetest Boy Ever

Ryan and I were cuddling on the couch and I yawned really big.
Ryan: "Mommy, you tired?"
Me: "Yeah Ryan. I'm pretty sleepy."
Ryan: "You can seep in my bed. I rub you back."

Love him!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Self Love

Ryan was sitting on the couch looking at books when he stopped, giggled and started kissing his arms all over.

Me: Ryan, why are you kissing yourself?
Ryan: I jus so cute I can' hewp mesewf.

I agree completely.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Ben: "I want a sister."
Me: "Well, we can't choose what we have. What would you say if you got another brother?"
Ben: "Try again."

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Necessity of Insurance According to Ben

Ben: "Mom, I've been peeing my brains out today. There has to be something wrong with my penis."
Me: "Ben, your penis is fine. When you drink a lot, you pee a lot."
Ben: "I don't know Mom. I hope I have penis insurance."
Me: "What's penis insurance?"
Ben: "You know, so when my penis is broken we can go get it fixed."

Ben: "It's OK if we have a fire in our house. You know why?"
Me: "No, why?"
Ben: "Because State Farm will be there, like a good neighbor."
I think we'll be cutting back on Ben's TV watching. The kid is a commercial juke box.