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Farts and Giggles about sums up our life. I have two boys, I grew up with boys, I love boys, and I can fart my husband out of a room. Lets face it farts are funny. My life is filled with poo, farts and boogers and I couldn't ask for anything more.

My husband and I have known each other for 10 years and I love him more today than I did when I first met him, we basically grew up together and have seen each other change in body mass, belly mass, and age. When I look back at our old photos together (which are very few) I get very jealous of my perky boobs and skinny little butt (114 pounds at that time). Alas two kids, a full time job, and ten years can sure add a lot into how old you truly feel.

I grew up around boys and I love my boys. I wouldn't have it any other way. When we got pregnant with our second child we really thought it was a girl and we got so excited at the prospect, then my womb changed him to a boy....another boy. My oldest is all boy, literally. He is constantly covered in boogers that he has managed to smear all over his face from his runny nose. I try to teach him to use his shirt but he prefers his pointer finger (because kleenex is too much work to use). The pointer finger gets that snot all over any item he chooses to touch. He has played outside and come in covered in dirt and it does not phase him in the least. He has managed to climb to the top of a jungle gym and fall to the ground, stand up, brush himself off and run around like nothing ever happened. I cant keep up with him and he has a never ending stash of energy. He is super smart and tries to think he can out smart me every day. You can feel his energy the minute he walks into a room and currently he can't go anywhere without taking his "bad guys" (aka power ranger action figure that we got from burger king) with him. He loves all the super heroes (thank goodness) and loves to sword fight, hit and wrestle. There is apparently no room for girls right now. Our newest is only three months old, he goes with the flow of life and doesn't care what is going on as long as he has boob to suck on and a diaper to poop in. I call him my nerd, he is the very opposite of what Gabriel is anyways.

With all these boys my life is filled with all the nastiness of life. Bugs, boogers, poo, farts, and burps. I don't try to fight it because I believe that this day and age boys need to be as much boy as possible. When puberty hits I may regret this decision but until then I stick to my guns. I was never really a girly girl anyway. Yes I played with barbies and played dress up. My favorite game to play with my younger brother was house and I wore dresses and hair bows, I like to paint my nails and my toes and wear makeup but don't let me fool you. I am the proud owner of the ability to gross out every member of my family even my dad. So thus begins (and explains) my life of Farts and Giggles.