I was an only child. A fairly girly girl who loved barbies, playing house, and dressing up. I spent 15 years doing hair…boys were something to date, not someone to play with.

Enter Motherhood.

Don’t get me wrong – I love my boys with the fire of a thousand suns, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

I just don’t get the need to conquer, destroy, take apart, mangle. I don’t understand how they wear dirt as a badge of honor – under their nails, on their shirts, their socks…I have never seen so many knee blowouts on so many pairs of jeans. I have never seen shoes actually get WORN out before they get OUTGROWN.

I have never stepped on so many legos – I believe my boys heard their first curse word AFTER I stepped on a Lego.

But I love their passion. I love their creativity. I love their ability to turn a cardboard box into anything – an airplane, a sports car, a truck.

I love how much they love their Mama…

One passion my boys BOTH have is racing of all kinds – motorcycle, Nascar…if it has a motor, they love it.

So I was INSANELY excited to accept an invitation to check out the Nuclear Cowboyz this month in Ontario CA. Have you seen the commercials for this? It’s like one part X-games, one part Cirque du Soleil, one part rock concert. Motorcycles, quads, pretty girls, music and fireworks. Every boys dream.

Who loves their mama???

*disclosure – I was provided tickets to see this event, but the opinions (especially the ones about my gorgeous sons) are strictly my own



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  1. I can so relate to this post. 🙂 Having 2 boys and one on the way, girly things are reserved for my niece. But I do have to agree with all of the above. My son who go nuts over Nuclear Cowboyz. If there is any dirt bike races within 100 miles he is begging to go. My boys have given me plenty of grays and heart stopping moments already, but secretly I love their energy and wild spirits.

  2. I was absolutely convinced that I was going to have daughters. Everyone in my family has daughters. We hadn’t had a boy in my family for more than 20 years. Until I had my first son and then my second son. I love those stinky boys. I’m not even sure what I’d *do* with girls now 🙂

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