I had no idea what was coming when the doctor told me that we would be having a boy. I didn't grow up around many boys. I only have sisters. I was the complete opposite of a tomboy. I was reserved and careful and quiet and an extreme introvert. Are you getting where I am going?
My son is a wild, dirty, loud, crazy boy and wow. Just wow.
Yesterday I watched him strategically place a slick magazine on the rug so that when he ran over it his feet would slip out from under him and he would fall. All the things that terrified me as a child, he loves. Falling, crashing, fighting, and screaming.
He is giving me a run for my money. He has more spirit than I know what to do with. Want to see his latest trick?
Fake crying fits. Ohmyword. He does it all the time. Then he does this:
Those green eyes! How can someone so cute be so mischievous?