Toot toot!I live in a house full of boys! A husband, two sons’, even the dog’s a boy. All male! This is such a contrast to my childhood when my poor old Dad was out-numbered by a wife and three daughters. I now know just how he felt.
My home has not a pretty, pink, frilly thing in sight and my boys have not a girly tendency between them. In fact the phrase “girly” is often used as an insult! For example when one is hurt they will be comforted by the lovely phrase … “don’t be a girly-man”! When one cries you will often hear “you’re such a girl”!
I have tried my very best to ensure my son’s are “metro-sexual”, that they are in touch with their emotions and their faminine side, all to no avail. They are boys through and through. Humour is fart based and there is nothing funnier than making one of your housemates laugh while drinking coke and thus causing it to spurt forth from their nostrils.
As a consequence when I get the chance I am as pink as possible. My website must be pink, not blue or green or orange. If I do attempt to change the colour I feel a sense of betrayal, as if I have turned to the dark side. Even my ironing-board cover is pink and floral. I buy pink, lacy undies just to have something pink in the washing basket.
As a little girl I was definitely a tomboy, not a bit girly, or pink, and I certainly did not play with dolls. In fact my toy of choice was a gun and I spent most of my time dressed as a cowgirl. My Mum would just shake her head at my letters to Santa requesting a new Winchester rifle or Stetson hat. I had two silver pistols and I could spin those babies like Jesse James, two at a time.
This morning the boys were discussing what they would have for breakfast, eventually it was agreed they would have Heinz Baked Beans on toast. I will leave you today with the tune that is, at this very moment, being sung at the tops of their voices.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So eat your beans with every meal!
TTFN
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March 2nd, 2008 - 12:57 am
I love it. Now you’ve got me humming that song.(lol) I love the picture, I used to play with those match box cars my brothers had.
March 2nd, 2008 - 5:31 am
As mum to two boys you have my sympathy. My sons are grown up now but their conversations as well as their dads is mostly about cars, cars and cars with occasional football. I am a honourary male and expected to enjoy going to car shows race meetings and track days. I have taught them to respect women and they are able to cook, clean and always leave the toilet seat down! But I am so pleased that at last one of my boys now has a lovely girlfriend who is very girlie and loves make up, fashion and romantic films. Finally someone to talk to on my wave length.
March 2nd, 2008 - 5:51 am
I also live in a boy dominated world - 1 big boy (my lovely husband) and 1 little boy. My life is becoming very much like the one you describe Maddy. Do your boys do the pull my finger thing yet?
March 2nd, 2008 - 7:00 am
LOL JO, yes oh yes that’s one that will start an entire afternoon of fart jokes!
March 3rd, 2008 - 4:22 am
You could get a female cat!!!
So you are into Jamie in Australia too then.
March 3rd, 2008 - 7:19 am
Barbara I always said if we got a dog it would be a female, then last May Red came along and he was so beautiful I couldn’t resist him. I guess deep down I’m still a tomboy
March 3rd, 2008 - 10:02 am
Girl, I have 2 daughters and one son. I also have 2 sons in law and 2 granddaughters. The “little” girls (19 and 22) compete with their cousins in burping contests. And they usually win. My daughters were never really girly girls and not quite tom boys. Not too much frill in my life either. As for the expelling of gas! One of my sisters in law has been forbidden to make “5 bean death” for any family function. Shall we talk about the red bean and cabbage soup I made for a family weekend at the lake - all of us staying in a small mobile home? It was January in Wisconsin and spending a lot of time outside was not an option. After some really digusting farts, my husband advised that we all stay low to the ground and keep our eyes shut to prevent them from watering (he is from a family of 4 sons). That weekend is legendary. Daughters do not insure that the men in the family will not expel gas “on command.” Not at my house anyway.
March 9th, 2008 - 6:25 pm
I loved bringing up my boys. That’s an experience that I cherish and would not have given up for anything in the world! I had two girls as well, which was a different experience altogether!