Life of a boy mom

10 years 1 graduation. 1 marriage, 6 jobs, 8 moves, 3 kids, this has been quite the decade. I almost missed it all. the spur of the moment marriage to a wonderful man, the births of my 3 boys watching family grow from the pits of addiction to the heights of sobriety. taking responsibility for my actions. deciding who I want to be being a mom who loves her boys with no boundaries. new friendships. letting go of past feelings, accepting how things have to be, embracing life for what it is, 10 years 1000000000 lessons 10000000000000000000000000 blessings 1000000000000000000000000000000000 reasons to love my life thanks for a great decade xoxo

It's important to teach your kids your full name in case of emergency and they get separated from you.  Xander has always known we had actual names other than mommy and daddy. He used to stand in the kitchen and hollar "hey babe?" At me when he needed something.  Haha! Benny on the other hand, had no clue we had other names.  I told him my full name last night.   Benny: "your name is mommy!"  Me: " yes, but my real name is Elizabeth." Benny: "I don't even know you!" Benny:" wait ... What's xanders real name!?"  Needless to say Benny is confused about names. 

My pregnancy with xander was challenging to say the least. I was absolutely terrified that I would lose him. when they did my blood work and ultrasound initially, there was no heart beat. The Dr. said I would either miscarry, or there were twins that hadn't separated yet. I went back a few days later to check my hormone levels, and there was one beautiful little heart beating on the ultrasound. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I heard the words "you see the heart right there?". A few weeks later they offered testing for genetic abnormalities. We agreed to do the blood work, and received a call a few days later from a nurse saying "your baby tested positive for downs syndrome. (this is not something that can be determined through that part of the testing). my heart broke in two. I was devastated for my sweet baby. He or she would have such difficulties in life. When we went to the doctor she offered a slew of different testing to see if my baby was...

My dear husband, We were just kids when we fell in love.  18, didn't know a thing about life, but we knew we were meant to be together.  We met at a time when I did not feel ready to be attached to anyone. A time when I was an internal wreck. A time when I was ready to be wild. We met at a time when I wasn't looking for love.  You walked into my life, and I expected a friend. I didn't see it coming when I fell in love as quickly as I did.  I remember falling in love with you like it was yesterday. The party got shut down. We almost got arrested.  It was cold. We were tired. But we talked all night long. I fell in love with you in a gas station parking lot.. time stood still as I memorized your eyes, and took in the beauty of your laughter. Moments passed slow and conversation never stopped.  We watched the sun set, and before we knew it we were watching it rise again.  I waited for you to kiss me. But you didn't. I went home and fell asleep thinking ab...

Being a boy mom means dirty hands, and stained clothes. It means a sweet snuggle, and a fart aimed directly at your face. It means constantly feeling like either your head, or heart will explode at any moment.   Being a boy mom means hugging them, even on the hard days when they've been the most difficult. It means loving them even when they turn your house upside down. It means showing them that even in this scary world, your love is unconditional, unfaltering, unending.   Being a boy mom means knowing the brink of sanity. It means spending the day cleaning up messes with a dinosaur sticker on your butt while hearing the giggles of the children as you leave the room.   Being a boy mom means turning a blind eye as they live life on the dangerous side, and trying hard to breathe as they take off on a 4 wheeler yelling "go faster!" Being a boy mom is laying in the floor for 30 minutes, waiting on "the flash" to save you because in the middle of hi...

Dear best friend, I know times are hard right now, and you cant seem to find relief. I know most days seem like a struggle to get through, and your heart feels heavy every step of the way. You try so hard to understand why you were dealt the cards you have, even though your heart was always in the right place. You hold yourself together some days by nothing but a thread of hop that tomorrow things will get better, feel better, be better.   Best friend, you are so strong. You care so much about others. This trait that you carry is so rich, so authentic, and every person in the world should strive to be as selfless as you. Please remember that it is ok to care for your needs, as well.   Dear friend, you can keep a conversation going with a brick wall in the most awkward circumstance. This trait you carry so amazingly you make so many feel welcomed and at home while speaking to you. I've witnessed first hand you making people comfortable in the most stressful situations....

Benjamin Alan. My 3 year old. What a whirlwind.  I thought I had parenting figured out. I was patient, and nurturing, and calm all the time. Then he came along. 7 lbs 4 oz of screaming, pooping, life. He is absolutely my wild child, constantly pushing me to be better, smarter, quicker. He has taught me so much about being a mom. There is no other person in the world I would still love after they bit my nipple almost in half while breast feeding. I wanted to breast feed for 1 year, he decided we'd go for 2. He is a complete mommy's boy. My comic relief. He calls Xander "Zitto", and Christian "Christian Wyatt". He loves to pick at people. He is into everything (I mean EVERYTHING). His hand is always on his Weiner, and he LOVES a good fart joke.  He is my benwald. My Ben grizwald my Benny boy. My bean. My 2nd born love of my life. 

Picture for reference. Xander has this toy crane and he absolutely loves it. He named it cramey Today Benny is playing with it and keeps calling it different names. Xander:"no Benny! His name is cramey!" Benny: "no it's crane boy, Zitto!" This went on for a while... Then I hear. Xander:"fine, Benny you can name him what you want for the day." Benny:"great... His name is butt face" Xander:"NO BENNY THATS NOT HIS NAME!!!" 😂😂😂

2019 started out as one of the best years so far. I was working at a daycare, my boys had made friends. All was well with the world... or so I thought. in January, Kody and I decided that June 2019, when Benny turned 3 we would schedule a tubal for me. In February, while at work, I kept feeling emotional. I checked my ovulation tracker (the app I was using trying not to make a baby) and I was in fact 2 days late. I went to the dollar tree across from my work on lunch for a test, and took it in the bathroom on my lunch break. The first time I looked I was pretty sure it was negative, but the second time the little faint pink line was starting to appear. I was in complete shock and  I didn't fully believe it. I went to Walmart on my way home and bought another test expecting it to be negative. When I got home I took the test and no doubt about it those 2 pink lines showed up. I was pregnant with my 3rd child. In March we announced that we had a little bun in the oven. In April, K...

Kids aren't wired to live in our reality. They often make their own. As parents, we are busy and don't always take the time to enter their little imaginary world. Today, Xander had a complete meltdown because his tablet died, and he was bored of playing with his toys. My first instinct was to tell him to find something to do, as I was busy. The tears streaming down his little face made me change my mind. He just wanted someone to play with. I told him to go get his toys and I would play with him. excitedly he ran to his room and came back with an entire basket of dinosaurs and hot wheels. He brought his most favorite toys for me to play with him. As I sat in the floor making him laugh over and over again I saw my son exactly as he is. A little boy. For an hour, I sat and watched him, the gleam in his eye when he came up with a new idea. The little dimple in his cheek as he laughed. The way he sticks his tongue out ever so slightly when he is thinking. I memorized his little ...

Xander Kage, my first born. He is 5 years old now, and still my most careful little guy. To date, he is the only one to ride in an ambulance for an injury (let me know if you want that story). He is infatuated with all things vehicle, from Lightening McQueen to construction equipment. He often spends his downtime watching videos on mechanic work. Xander is very smart, and often uses his intelligence to get his own way. He knows how to add numbers in his head, and has an impeccable memory. We often joke that Xander remembers everything. He once told me what it was like to be born via C-section. He can build lego structures with no help, and is very proud of the things he creates. Xander is my picky eater, and does not enjoy trying new foods. He does, however, love to cook. His favorite chore is laundry. Xander is very shy, and reserved. He doesn't like a lot of attention, and hates being doted on. He loves his little brothers, and would never let anyone hurt them. Xander s...

One of the more exciting parts of having kids is sharing your favorite candy with them, and watching them enjoy it. Xander absolutely loves chocolate and caramel. Two years ago, I decided it was time for Xander to try his mamaw's favorite candy, chocolate turtles. (If you don't know what a turtle is, it is a cluster of chocolate, caramel, and peanuts.) We told him just how wonderful these turtles were, and let me tell you, he was excited about them. When we got to the store and showed him the bag his eyes lit up as he looked at the animated turtle on the front. When we got home, he couldn't wait to try one of these delicious turtles. He grabbed the bag and ran to his mamaw, and when she pulled out this long awaited turtle his little face fell. He placed the candy on the table, and said " that's not a turtle! that's just a turd! ".

Xander has always been a nervous little guy. When he was around 3 years old, I was breast feeding Benny. I usually tried to either turn his shows on or give him a toy to play with while benny nursed and napped in my arms. On this day, someone had gifted us a bunch of 'seek and find' books that were the large cardboard books. Xander was sitting in a chair looking at the books, content and happy as could be. All of a sudden he was screaming "I GOT A HOLE IN ME!!!". When I looked up I couldn't help but laugh at my poor sweet boy standing in front of me terrified pointing at his belly button. Up to this point he was in diapers full time, which covered his belly button, so I suppose he never realized he had one. Xander is 5 years old now, and he is still convinced that his belly button came from that book.

Hello there, my name is Elizabeth. I am a 25 year old mother of three boys; Xander (5), Benjamin "Benny" (3), and Christian (2mo). I am married to a wonderful man named Kody (7 years in May). Over the coarse of my 25 years I have acquired some pretty awesome titles, Daycare Teacher, Direct Support Professional, wife, sister, daughter, aunt, niece, cousin. The most important and most rewarding title I have earned, however, is mommy. My boys make me laugh all the time, and I have been told that I should create a blog with all the funny things they do and say. I have a ton of stories and thoughts from the past and present I would love to be able to share. This blog will be my space to share the laughs I get day to day while I navigate motherhood one day at a time, and if no one reads it, I will at least have the memories to look back on and smile when my house is one big bucket of testosterone and sweaty socks. until next time, Elizabeth