The Household Goddess
Sometimes being a mother of boys means finding rocks in the washing machine, presiding over belch contests at the table, and waging a losing battle over the default position of the toilet seat.
Other times it means you can walk through the house looking like this
and your five-year-old will stare up at you with enormous wide eyes and say, "Mom. You look gorgeous right now."
Without even a trace of sarcasm.
Other times it means you can walk through the house looking like this
and your five-year-old will stare up at you with enormous wide eyes and say, "Mom. You look gorgeous right now."
Without even a trace of sarcasm.
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—Kyran, 10:03 AM
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9 Comments:
Wow, you are me, only I have to straighten my hair and my three sons still think I'm gorgeous with clips all over my head.
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I don't detect sarcasm in Patrick's comment, either. You'll just have to face it — you're gorgeous.
Wow, lovely - these little boys, they see right through to the heart of things. To the truth.
Well, you are. Your five year old knows of what he speaks.
Kids can be the best ego boost around ~ of course no one can kick you in the butt better too!
This is a really lovely blog! Came across it kind-of by accident and it has added a sparkle to my evening!
Rachael from Sheffield in the north of England but originally from Australia.
Having sons is just about the best thing in the whole world isn't it?
Oh I love this post! Your son was right, you know. You do look so beautiful in this pic.
(I have three kids ... all boys. Saluting my rocks in the dryer to yours.)
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