Life With Boys

The mis-adventures of two crazy boys and their bleary eyed parents.


  • Life with boys … now what are they shopping for?

    Life with boys … now what are they shopping for? Continue reading

  • Life with boys … Thoughts from summer camp …

    Life with boys … Thoughts from summer camp … it is 3:14 am (pi) … the wind is gusting through the trees in bits and starts, rustling the leaves … and every single time I am convinced the Troop 72 summer monsoon is on its way … hoping our scouts “called out” for order of… Continue reading

  • Life with boys … boys were discussing car styles and designs … in the middle of the excited exchange, “this makes me want to make a chart” … well, ok Continue reading

  • Life with boys … Alabama edition …

    Life with boys … Alabama edition … a big part of our recent Alabama adventure was fishing … fishing from the dock … fishing with the neighbors dog … fishing with different kinds of bait and lures … fishing at different times of day … (I was not an active participant in all of this… Continue reading

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    Life with boys … sometimes you find a little space model guy in the bleach well of your washer … I think he may have been there a while .. Continue reading

  • Life with boys … introducing the new improved chip clip … Continue reading

  • Life with boys … I sent the boy to the grocery store today WITH A LIST … as I unpacked the bags I started to notice an assortment of random additional items – chocolate bars, jello cubes, marshmallows, English muffins, watermelon Mountain Dew … “Hey, where is the flour?” …. “That was not on the… Continue reading

  • Life with boys

    Life with boys … we were watching a show and they were about to spread someone’s ashes … me: “They spent a lot of money on that fancy urn. Now it is empty, what are they going to do with it?” … boy “Cookies?” … I would be careful what kind of food you accept… Continue reading

About Me

I started this site so my mom could get news about her grandkids without me having to walk her through the process of trying to open and email attachment several times a week.  Since then she has passed away and I’ve fallen off the blog wagon, but I’m inspired to pick it up again now.

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