When you first bring a baby home, you obviously know that you have an infant boy or a girl. But let’s be honest, you have a baby and the gender is really only noticeable by the decor and the clothing…and ok, ok the whole diaper situation is a lot different between the two. But either way, they sleep a lot, poop a lot, coo a lot and generally play with the same toys & “read” the same books.
And then they hit the toddler stage.
My son, is ALL boy. And I’ll admit, I goofed. I was buying so many gender neutral toys, forgetting that he’d soon be into trucks, tractors, grunting and all that other “guy stuff.”
On his birthday, he received several boy toys and it was like a light bulb went off. I had a BOY! A rough, tough, rowdy little boy! He was no longer just a cute little baby that played with anything you brought home…we needed loud, dirty, and manly toys.
So out came the planes, trains & automobiles.
So began the Thursday afternoons of sitting in the driveway watching the grumbling garbage truck go by.
So began the season of skinned knees & hot wheel cars.
And so begins the grunting, growling, hitting, pinching, digging, throwing, pulling, burping, farting…..
In other words…so begins the life with a little boy!