Having a Boy

When I first got pregnant I imagined frilly tutus and leggings and bouncy blonde hair.  I assumed I was having a girl and wanted one.  Even the little voice that said ‘it’s a boy’ was ignored because damn it I wanted a girl!  Obviously, I have a boy.  Not just any boy either, an insanely full of energy, rough and tumble boy.  He loves planes, trains and trucks and is happiest outdoors with his hands in the dirt or splashing in a puddle.  That’s just the kind of boy he is!  And, I love it.  I love that my laid back parenting works perfectly in harmony with his laid back personality.  I know, full of energy and laid back don’t go together but if you’ve met him in person you get it.

This having a boy business means that I know way more about trains, trucks and anything with a motor then I ever wanted too.  Discovery Channel shows about the history of monster trucks, ‘All About…’ videos for everything you can imagine and I’ve seen them all at least 50 times.  Sometimes, it feels like I’ve seen them 50 times in one day.  Back to back.

But, because I love my kid and like to see him happy…

We’ve gone to Monster Jam and have plans to attend next year (did you know they show that on TV too?  I didn’t, until last week.)

We’ve gone on long drives where we only stop at truck stops.  And I drive through the truck side and we look at all the ‘sleeping’ trucks and when we are in the truck stop he has to know who’s a driver and we of course have to go out and look at the trucks up close.  We also have to point out EVERY truck, dump truck, semi, flat bed, car transporter, excavator, digger, UPS truck and skid steer on the highway…trust me when I say there are A LOT out there on the road.

If I see that the train is moving through town (in our town there are always trains) then I’m speeding up to try to catch it so we can sit and watch when most people are turning around to go another way.

We look for puddles when it’s rained and always make sure to have a change of clothes on hand.

I make it a point to seek out little places we can take him to hike around and be a boy.  Evidenced here:

We play hard and make fart noises.  My life is way too full of penises and ‘check my butts’.  I hear ‘look at this bug’ far too often.  I’m having to teach my son to aim his pee and make sure the seats up (your welcome future ladies or gents).  At this point, I don’t know what we would do with a girl around here because we are all boy all the time!