LadyBard

Gross, I know. But I've raised two boy to the ages of 13 and 17 so I know gross.

This is the title of a book I'm just starting, the complete title being:

Frozen Snot, a bag of perogies and other boyhood hazards
as told from a mother's perspective.

My 17 yr. son asked me how cold it was outside. I was all bundled up. I said, "Look at how I'm dressed. It's cold. He walked from the house to the car and said, "It's not that cold, my snot didn't freeze, I don't have icicles hanging out of my nose....."

and as for the bag of perogies.......

My 13yr. old was getting on my last nerve and wouldn't let up even after several warnings.
He stood defiantly in front of me. Finally I said, "You better get out of my sight right now."
I was swinging a bag of frozen perogies as I said this. He didn't move. I chased him up the basement stairs with the bag of frozen perogies. He never ran so fast in his whole life.
My husband wanted to know what all the fuss was about. And my son ran into the living room yelling, "Mommie's chasing me with a bag of perogies." The annoyance now gone, I went back to my basement(its where my kitchen is) and continued cooking my pot of perogies. He avoided me the whole rest of the evening.
I realized after these two incidents that I had accumulated many similar stories and anecdotes over the years, I decided that I should put them together in a book.

Of course the absolute joy I've experienced being the mother of boys will also be included:
macaroni necklaces, cuddly good-night nick-names, and the many funny, and tear-jerky ways that they have of showing their love. (because saying "I love you,mom" might just kill them outright.)

I have been doubly blessed two be the mother of two boys and wouldn't trade a second of it. I want to share that with anyone who'll listen.

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