I could easily write another post about changing diapers. About how the changing of the diaper is part of my daily workout -- the wrestling match on the changing table, the screaming, standing child with arms clamped around my neck, the occasional wrestle of the bare-bottomed baby from the changing table to the futon, and then the finale of the chase/wrestle, which takes place across the floor, around the room. Because you see, that's a recurring event in my house these days.
But that could get old.
So, let me tell you this.
When I was pregnant, my husband and I didn't want to know whether we were having a boy or a girl. We wanted the surprise. However, at my ultrasound, where the technician could tell what was what, she kept telling us to look away from the screen, knowing that we didn't want to know... The fact that she told us to look away made me think that there was something to see. That, plus my hubby and I both thought we caught a glimpse of "something."
Truth be told, my first thought was "oh my gosh... I don't know what to do with a boy." I grew up with only sisters. For many years, I had only a niece. We were a family of girls. Family gatherings with my family are heavy on estrogen. I mean, I knew I could love a son, but I've never known much about boy things. Of course my husband does, thankfully.
But when my son was born, it absolutely didn't matter that he wasn't a girl. There's no way I could love a little girl any more than I love my little boy. And as for boy things, well my education on all things "boy," has begun. We don't push trains and trucks at him, but he sure does gravitate toward anything with wheels. He's extremely sturdy, and rough & tumble. I don't know how many people have told me that he could be a linebacker. Our pediatrician has called him Sumo Baby. Except for the occasional loud noise, he knows no fear. He stomps through puddles, plays in the dirt, and couldn't care less if he gets his clothes dirty. He's extremely active, climbing on everything, and running wherever he can.
I know that there will be times when my husband will have to take charge. With Man Things. The way I would take charge with Woman Things with a girl. In the meantime, though, we're both loving having a little boy. And as for how to handle a boy, so far I'm doing fine by loving him to pieces and just being his Mom.
Strange but interesting. This is a car advertisement from Great Britain. When they finished filming the ad, the film editor noticed something moving along the side of the car, like a ghostly white mist.
