Boys Will Be Boys

The wadded up piece of paper shot across the music area right in front of me while we were kneeling for the Eucharistic Prayer. A minute later, Alex started snorting. I looked at him with a scowl developing, and he whispered, “Was that Michael’s nametag?” And I realized: yes. Why, yes, it was. My kid…

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Michael Mayhem Graduates Preschool

Michael, with his toy guitar: “This next song is called “Starlight Can Never Destroy A Death Star So I will Use My Laser.” I went to his end-of-year celebration at his preschool yesterday, which consisted mostly of him attacking me at frequent intervals with flying leaps and fierce hugs interspersed with little girls coming around…

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When you go visit the farm with boys…

When you go visit the farm with boys, you just never know what you might find waiting in the driver’s seat when it’s time to go home.

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The Thing About Boys…

The thing about boys is that they’re confusing. Like my laundry pile. It makes no sense. On Friday of one week I fold six loads of laundry (I got behind. So sue me), and nine days later, on a Sunday afternoon, I do the next three. And if the laundry pile is to be believed,…

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Boys Have Drama, Too

Let no one, me especially, claim that boys come without the drama attached to raising girls. Every child loves his first grade teacher. It’s an unspoken rule, right? You must be hopelessly, gaga-eyed in love with your first grade teacher. So when your first grade teacher gives you a bag full of gummy worms on…

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The Awesome And Terrible Responsibility of Raising Boys

At present, the web is a hornet’s nest of outrage over the light sentence given to the swimmer convicted of rape—and his father’s response—and his victim’s lengthy, no-punches-pulled response to her attacker. And all of this makes me think about myself as a parent, and what this means about my particular responsibility as a parent…

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Nativity Action Hero

On the docket for today: More fodder for the “boys are just different” grist mill. The other day I heard Nicholas playing with the nativity set. Someone was talking to “Dad.” This is what we found long past bedtime that night: Why yes, in fact Mary and Joseph are entertaining “a car, a boat, a…

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Boys Are Just Different

The moment we arrived for our play date with Julianna’s bestie and her siblings, my boys made a beeline for the box by the living room wall. It had badminton rackets in it. “Uh,” I said to Bestie’s mother, as the rackets were passed around, “is that okay for inside?” “Oh, I”m sure it’s fine,”…

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