All Boy

When we found out Lily was a girl, I can remember thinking that I hoped she was just like me: girly, prissy, loving anything girly or prissy. Kevin used to think that my definition of prissy meant wimpy. Let me clear that up: I think prissy means feminine. And I'm just extra feminine when it comes to my hair, make-up, etc. I can be, I'm a girl! But, I'm not wimpy.

When we found out Landon was going to be a boy...I remember thinking I would love going to soccer games, bringing Capri Suns to his games, and dressing him like a "little" (which he has never been!) Kevin...

Until now, I have had a definition of all boy that I, too, never really understood. But, I am slowly learning as my toddling almost 10.5 month old begins to tear apart the house, one room at a time. Maybe I discovered this new version of boy when he busted the corner of his eye/head on the edge of the fireplace and never missed a beat. I was sure that the blood would have stopped him. Nope, not Landon. Or maybe I should have known when he was in the car waling because he was starving and I didn't bring any extra water with us to make him a bottle (he had eaten an hour prior...How much food does a boy need!?). When I couldn't console him, I just filled his bottle with Lily's whole milk, hoping he would just calm himself and take a sip or two. Or three. Or the whole bottle of whole milk. Really? He had just eaten. I'm sure that's not the last time he will clean out the refrigerator!

My only son. He is all boy. And quite frankly, I think I'm ready for the dirt and worms on my doorstep. Lily and I will make sure to have our rubber gloves ready for those moments! ;)