(That’s what ya’ll say ‘round these mid-western parts, raaaaaight?)
I’m Becca from Our Crazy Boys.
Denise and I thought it would be a great idea to guest post on each other’s blogs for a day.
“Blog swap,” if you will.
(It’s nothing like “Wife Swap,” I promise).
I’ve been singing this in my head all day:
Oh give me a hooommeeee
Where the buffalo roaaammmm…
because I knew I would be sitting down to write this post tonight.
And when I think of Denise, I think of… the country.
You know, I have two boys.
And one of those boys? He’s actually like two boys.
But still. I can’t imagine having four boys AND a husband.
When I see things like this:
and this in my house....
the only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that Denise is dealing with double.
I’m a talker, and I’ll apologize now for that. I probably should have started off by telling you a little about myself.
I was born and raised in a very small town in upstate New York. For some crazy (insane) reason, I decided to join the Air Force right after graduation.
Did I mention that I failed PE class every year I was in high school?
And that basic training required just a little bit of physical activity?
Anyway, I met my husband while we were both stationed in Louisiana, then we moved to Japan for a year and had Michael, our ten year-old.
Quiet, shy, well-behaved Michael.
Michael was such a sweet kid that we wanted to have another one.
So we moved to Arizona and had Jack.
Not so quiet, completely outspoken, not very well-behaved Jack.
Do you know that saying, “You don’t know Jack?” It hit the nail on the head.
So I took action.
Anytime I felt like I wanted to lock myself in the linen closet and cry, I would blog.
I blogged about Jack getting banned from using the bathroom without supervision.
I blogged about Jack getting those little capsule sponges taken away. Forever.
And I blogged about the time Jack’s preschool class killed their class pet.
I felt better.
Less stressed, you could say.
I learned to pick up my camera and laugh rather than yell.
I didn’t leave Michael out of it, though. His posts are just… different.
I blogged about eight year-old Michael climbing a mountain.
I blogged about Michael getting ringworm from wrestling and a welt from his Mom.
I blogged about the wonderful lunches we have now that I work at his school.
Now, I have a place in my little corner of the internet where my memories are stored.
A place that in 20 years, the boys can go to and read about all the fun they had as kids, and how much their parents love the heck out of them.
A place where people can comment, and we can connect. I have new friends that I met through my blog. Amazing friends. I consider Denise one.
A place where my Mom and Dad (still in New York) can go and keep with their grandsons. And if you have around my blog for a week or two, you’ll get to know my Mom. The kids call her Grandma Teetsie, and the “regulars” go look for her comments before they even read my posts. She’s kind of hilarious.
And most importantly, I have my sanity.
Because those moments? The ones where I question my ability to raise kids?
I know that other Moms have them.
Oh, and I can’t forget to mention that I sent Denise a lizard tail (from what is perhaps my favorite post of all time). I know that she’s going to mention it on my blog.
She’ll complain about it a little, and that’s ok.
But I feel that it’s my duty to tell you, her loyal readers, that she asked me to send her boys a rattlesnake rattle. Like, a real one. From a dead rattlesnake.
So, I laugh at her when she brings up the lizard tail.
You should, too.