Dear Alex,
A little over five years ago a nurse placed you in my arms for the first time. I knew in that moment that my life would never be the same, and I was right. Having you here has made life more fun and wonderful and rich than you can even imagine. You are, quite simply, the greatest blessing that your daddy and I have ever known.
Since you came into our lives we’ve experienced all sorts of immeasurably wonderful moments, and last night was no exception. Because as we were snuggling just before bedtime, getting ready to read one of your favorite stories, you rubbed your hands over your sleepy, sweet blue eyes, inhaled deeply, and uttered words that are pure poetry to any mother’s ears:
“Mama? My two fingers smell like poot!”
Such a tender moment. What a precious treasure.
Love,
Mama
Ha! The lovely and sweet music playing in my mind as I read this came to a screeching halt with the last sentence. :)
They sure are honest, aren’t they?!
Kids are awesome.
Typical boy. Mine is 5 1/2 and he likes to tell me when he has “dried poop in my butt” in public. Nice.
That ranks right up there with my almost-4 year old son announcing loudly in church that “My penis is feeling funny. I think that means I have to pee.”
Boys — there’s nothing like them!
PW isn’t the only one keepin’ it real….
Boys. I have two. Always a delight, they are, but rarely refined or civilized. Oh, who am I kidding? That would be never refined or civilized. Boy, do they make me laugh, though!
Love it!! My Boy is almost two and not talking yet but I live for the moments he’ll say things like that.
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails…THAT’S WHAT LITTLE BOYS ARE MADE OF!!!
Oh these precious little boys!! Could eat them up with a spoon…smells and sounds and all!
Love,
Fran
I almost blew my tea outta my nose! SNORT!
I was all prepared for a sweet and sappy post and then…HAHAHAHA!
Oh you gottta love it!
Poor Howard – he has to grow up knowing that tens of people very single day know his “quirks” – poot smelly hands – awww the sheer preciousness of it all. Good chuckle Sophie – very good. You set us up SO well – then – kablam – pootie it is.
The funny thing is, I probably would have smelt them. I have 3 boys and there is always a surprise or two just around every corner, even in the tenderest of moments. Boys are great!
Ha! :)
Hello! I’m a relatively new reader to your blog. I’ve been admiring from afar for a while and followed your trip to Uganda. I spent 9 days in Mexico last year, so I think your trip is what grabbed my heart, though I’ve heard of your blog for a while.
Anywho, just wanted to say that the line from your son is hilarious! Kids seriously say the darndest things :)
if i’ve said this once, i’ve said it a million times.
you DO realize this is why you have a “following?” this. this 5-year-old speak and the ability to relay it with such humor and honesty.
dude, i love ya!
(and to think that this morning, i came over fully prepared to get more music info from the source herself.)
At least he didn’t drop his drawers on the lawn of the church with the entire congregation hanging out eating donuts.
True story! Goodness my boys are precious.
Can I just say…eeeewwwww! That’s gross! :)
I can relate completely. He’s just now getting into that stage, and from all indications he’ll be there for the long haul.
I meant – mine is getting into that stage. Criminy I wish I could edit my comments!
One of the first lessons I learned as a mother is to NEVER, under any circumstances, SMELL THEIR FINGERS.
This will be passed on generation to generation.
Just when I started getting all misty-eyed, you threw out that punch line. Little boys…you have to love ’em!
Yes, boys are fun. Mine likes to fart and announce it loudly to whomever might be listening.
When I’m shopping we walk past the lingerie department he likes to shout “boobs!” (bras).
Boys!
Too funny and too typical of a little boy. These are the moments we’ll treasure forever!
LOL, kids are great. :)
Oh, you got me. Big time.
The moment every girl envisions as she dreams of becoming a mama. :)
boys. what can you say? That Alex does have a way with words. I see a career with Hallmark in his future.
Happy Birthday, Howard.
I hope those fingers get to smelling better.
So funny! Kids are stinkers. Just this week, my 4 year old was wearing a shirt that says, “The Lord is my Shepherd” and it has a lamb appliqued on it. Very cute. I was telling her that Jesus is the Lamb of God. She responded, “Well Mommy, I will be His donkey.”
You just never quite know what kids will say next.
Such sweet words. Hopefully you had a handy bottle of purell nearby!
Lovely.
Too funny! At least he didn’t tell you that you smell bad. My kids like to tell me when my breath is stinky. Isn’t that special? :-)
Oh the whimsy, the allure, the charm, the sheer & unadorned candor that is…boy.
When my youngest boy was four, his Sunday school class was sharing what they were thankful about. My son waved his hand, all smiles, stood up and announced that he was thankful for his penis.
Gosh, I think our boys are living mirrored lives. They come to know the Lord around the same day (last Sept, right?) and they give insightful commentary on their stinkiness around the same time. Just this morning my son had something to say about this very subject. Ah, the fun of raising boys!
I have a 5 year old who loves to say similarly revolting things. Please check here for evidence…
A Mom’s Life: A mother’s work is never done.
Love your blog! It keeps me laughing!
You had me! I was waiting to read how wonderful you were or that he thought you were the most beautiful mama. Then you just crack me up!!!!
I have a 6 and 4 year old boy, I’ve heard it all!
Love it! Oh the things children will say! They love to keep you on your toes and make you crack up laughing.
Best little boys saying around here…In a public restroom, son in stall…I say, “Honey are you almost done in there?”
Little voice answers, “Just a minute mom, It’s still downloading.”
Little boys are so great!
Ahhh, now that was funny! My two year old was kind enough to tell me that the hamburger that I had served him was poopy. I felt bad that he thought that I would actually serve him poop for supper!
Oh you had me :) that is classic boy! Thanks for the entertainment Howard!
LOL!!
That is a boy for you – we have endless laughter over here about all kinds of guy humor!
Loads of fun I tell you – LOADS!
Blessings,
Kim
When I first started reading over here, Alex was not much older than my little guy is now and I would read your anecdotes and laugh, while shaking my head and wondering if my time was coming. You assured me it was.
Now? Now I wheeze and try to catch my breath from the laughter. Because my time, it has indeed come. I SO know these special little moments now. Precious, huh? ;)
I’m glad I finished the tea BEFORE I read this post or you’d owe me for a cleaning bill!
As the great philosopher Billy Joel would say, “Leave a tender moment alone.” Doesn’t get much more tender than that, does it?
Oh! My! Word! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Here’s one for you:
My five year old saw his friend’s very petite and beautiful mom getting out of her car. He said she looked very young. I asked why, and he said (get ready for it): “Well, she’s not as big as her car, but you’re as big as our car.”
Thanks, son. You’re the light of my life.
ROTFL!!! At least it wasn’t said LOUDLY in the middle of Morning Worship!!!
unrelated question: Does anyone out there in internet land know how to get static electricity out of your hair? I have tried Static Guard and Bounce Sheets rubbed over the brush, even rubbed the bounce sheets in my hair. I stop short of spraying my head with Static Guard.
Its driving me nuts!
totally cracking up here!!!!!!
ROFLOL! Precious!
Thanks for the linky love this week. I always know it is either you or Shannon when my site meter goes nuts. :>) Thanks.
*ROTFL*
That was a bit like driving down a gorgeous country road in New England on a blissful autumn day and then smack dab in the middle of the road is a cow standing with it’s bum facing you. Yeah, kinda like that.
*lol*
That’s definitely a keeper for the scrapbook. Possibly something to show “the one” he eventually brings home.
BTW, can’t remember if I have delurked prior to this…came over via Rocks In My Dryer and was amazed and humbled by your recent trip to Africa and have just kept coming back around.
Auds
Just wait til he gets to be 10 or so and suddenly passing gas is the funniest thing ever- and the most annoying thing to the rest of the family!
Boys are awesome!!
I love it. Can’t wait to hear that some day…
love it! I can totally relate!
LOVE LOVE the new look! so pur-ty!
xo ~ K
I hadn’t been by in awhile…as I was reading your post I thought, “How sweet, we are both celebrating birthdays in our homes together.” My husbands is tomorrow.
Thankfully, that is where our similarities ended.
I would be a teensy wit disgusted and quite disturbed if he told me his two fingers smelled like ‘poot’.
(I laughed out loud at this post!)
Blessings, Joanne
LOL! You are hilarious, BooMama!
OH! Doesn’t that just warm the cockles of your heart (what the heck does that mean anyway?) But doesn’t it?!
Ya gotta love the good, bad, and the ugly. Wouldn’t life be dull w/o them?
Happy Easter, friend.
Gretchen
Such poetry. Kids are the best.
Love the new Boo Mama look! :) Cute! And Springy! Happy Birthday to you Boy!
Never a dull moment with boys! LOL.
Boys are so weird. But lovable.
I thank God for my weird, crazy little man!
Happy Resurrection Day to you and yours!
Too funny. At this age they share everything. Everything. Even if we’d rather not hear it. :)
Happy Birthday Alex! from one other of a March son to another, I want to pray the Aaronic Blessing over your Alex for his Birthday…
The Lord bless your son, Alex, and watch, guard, and keep him; The Lord make His face to shine upon and enlighten him and be gracious (kind, merciful, and giving favor) to him; The Lord lift up His [approving] countenance upon him and give him peace (tranquility of heart and life continually). And they shall put My name upon Alex and I will bless him. Amen (Adapted from Numbers 6:24-27 (AMP))
Blessings dear friend on the remembrance of such a special occasion.
** that “other” should read “mother” … Typos and sticky keys… ACK!
Being the mom of three boys…. well, let’s just say I can relate on soooooooo many levels……..
ah, so glad it’s not just me :)
You don’t even want to know what my guys do to their underware. I just got a great tip – the enzymes spray in pet department is suppose to take care of streaking.
Don’t ya just love being a “Boy Mom?”
Oh, GOOD GRIEF…will I ever stop laughing???? That is so funny…
BTW- love your new design
Ugh! Trying to email you but my computer is being fussy. Just wanted to say congrats on the State win! Aren’t you excited!
Sigh. Precious boy!
My baby boy has a 13-year-old son of his own now. When I could almost trust him to warn me before we had to change training pants, a talkative bank teller caused me to lean down and tell him “Just a minute, Honey, then we’ll go right to the bathroom.” My “minute” was longer than his bladder control was going to be, so… You know how subconsciously your mind registers something amiss? There was way too much skin showing, and something damp splashing on me off the bricks under the teller windows. I grabbed the waist of his britches, picked up, he fell back into them, and THEN we finished in the ladies’ room. I think I got him just as he started hosing things down in the lobby, but couldn’t even go back to check. Hopefully that was pre-surveillance camera days, in 1979.
My baby boy has a 13-year-old son of his own now. When I could almost trust him to warn me before we had to change training pants, a talkative bank teller caused me to lean down and tell him “Just a minute, Honey, then we’ll go right to the bathroom.” My “minute” was longer than his bladder control was going to be, so… You know how subconsciously your mind registers something amiss? There was way too much skin showing, and something damp splashing on me off the bricks under the teller windows. I grabbed the waist of his britches, picked up, he fell back into them, and THEN we finished in the ladies’ room. I think I got him just as he started hosing things down in the lobby, but couldn’t even go back to check. Hopefully that was pre-surveillance camera days, in 1979.
Ah, what a joy to have a boy! Raised in a family of girls, I have never had such an education as my son has provided! My Mom often looks at me with a horrified expression “WHAT is he DOING?”
ROTFL!!!! You had me all the way to the end.
Hilarious.
i cant NOT wait until i have moments like that with my daughter. i hope i document them so that i dont forget. love this post!!
Oh my!!! I read this the other day and though – oh how cute. Then, it was my turn. LOL
Last night, our 3 year old came out oh so quietly from his room saying “I pooped.” But this time the look on his face was different. And then in the dim light of the hallway I saw that he was holding out his hands. After confirming what I dreaded to be true – yes, he had tried to take off his nighttime diaper himself – that his hands were dirty and well, you can do the math here, we both got cleaned up and my son got changed, he finally fell asleep at 10pm after I held him for awhile.
Oh boys are so sweet – even when their hands “smell like poot!”
Nikki
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