5 and a half years ago, my life consisted of sleeping,burritos and dropping entire paychecks on the Victoria's Secret semi annual sale. I was pretty sure I knew what motherhood would be like. I was wrong. I had visions of sanity,a clean home, and cats that weren't locked in the closet after being soaked with a 4 year old boys urine. Yes, I thought motherhood was one beautiful lucid moment to the next

...and then came Sam.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Guess what the one on the left is?


My son just drew boobs. How am I sure? He told me...quite specifically that they were.

Sam: (making googly noises at his magnadoodle.)

Me: What are you doing honey?

Sam: Loving what I just drew.

Me: What did you draw honey

Sam: A girl with her boobs and nipples

Me: Let me see that...umm, why did you draw this honey?

Sam: because I love boobs.

Me: Fair enough, but don't draw this for anyone but me and daddy okay, because it's kind of inappropriate.

Sam: I love boobs.

Me: Time to build that shed out back.

I love how this woman is mainly just boob. She has the makings of legs, a maybe a head but mostly she is just boob and nipple. This also happened on the day that he first wrote Mommy perfectly on the same magnadoodle. I'm not sure which one his dad is more proud of.