Bear with me on this one.
I was blessed with having one of each, a girl and a boy. As babies, they generally are pretty much the same. Their basic needs relatively the same. However, as Mr Blue Eyes gets older we are seeing more and more of his little personality develop and evolve.
He is a character - in his own right.
He enjoys the spotlight, but is no where near the mover and the shaker that our Brown Eyed Girl was at the same age.
What amazes me most as I begin to watch him blossom into his own little self are the vast differences in girls and boys.
From the outside, stereotypes suggest that our Brown Eyed Girl should be all Barbies, horses, dolls and tea sets. She very much is. She is also very much infatuated with dirt, bugs and tractors. I think it makes her well rounded. Our Brown Eyed Girl makes me proud. I love that she gets dirty while helping me clean stalls and then begs for a tractor ride so we can sing Twinkle Little Star all the way out to the manure pile while wearing her dancing shoes.
It doesn't freak me out that I often find Mr Blue Eyes playing with our Brown Eyed Girls kitchen or even with her Barbie dolls. Someday, I hope he loves to cook. I suspect that Mr Blue Eyes plays with the kitchen and the dolls because they are toys - that have always been around because of his Sissy.
What amazes me are those natural tenancies that you just can't teach. They just happen.
Our Brown Eyed Girl has always loved to dance. From the moment she first heard music, she has been twirling and shaking her little fanny. Mr Blue Eyes on the other hand - not so interested. My daughter is obsessed with dress-up. Clothes, clothes, clothes. Unfortunately, I know for a fact that she got this gene from me. She likes to be "pretty" and "beautiful all the day." After all, she is often Purple Princess THE Tangled.
So I shouldn't have been surprised when Mr Blue Eyes took to cars like a fish IN water.
Hand him anything with four wheels and he starts motoring them around the room. Just this week, he started making little "mmmmm" noises while he plays cars. It is the - Cutest. Thing. Ever. But I have no idea were he got it from.
He is the only boy at daycare.
Handy Man rarely plays cars with him.
So where do they learn these things?
I guess it just comes naturally. Even our Babysitter and I were laughing at how "boy" he has suddenly becoming.
So this brings me to my point - yes, there was a point of this entry today.
I am not ready for my one-year-old little boy to be obsessed with girls under things!!!
In a basket of miscellaneous clothes, he ALWAYS picks the underwear or my bra to drag out into the living room. Mommy's items are not usually as accessible, unless it's the weekend and laundry day. But he is obsessed with our Brown Eyed Girls laundry basket. He doesn't even dig into his own basket. Just Sissy's.
I find him almost every night we get home dragging a pair of My Little Pony or Barbie skives throughout the house.
Even during laundry day, he will pick out a pair of panties from twenty random piles of clean clothes.
I was thinking maybe it has something to do with the size... but he won't touch socks, wash cloths or his own little shorts. Nope. Just bras and panties.
And it mortifies me when I find Mr Blue Eyes laughing and swinging them around in utter joy.
If he were ten, we'd Handy Man would be having a conversation with him.
Short of hiding the laundry baskets in the closet, how do I get my son to stop playing with girly underthings? I can't believe I am having this conversation already. We are in serious trouble.
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