Boys are so different…they’re a little bit weird. I grew up with two brothers, but I never knew how weird boys were until now, parenting one of my own.
My girl loves her some cars, legos, Star Wars, and Spiderman and Batman. She is wearing Spiderman underwear to school this morning, in fact.
But I never realized the huge difference between how girls and boys play.
Little M is dainty, not as dainty as some girls, but compared to baby J she is a dainty little thing. Little M takes great joy in building something with her legos, and enjoys and plays with her creation for hours.
Baby J only builds so that he has something to destroy.
Little M has a very healthy respect for personal safety.
I am concerned that baby J may have something of a death wish…he seems to be missing the gene for feeling pain. For instance, when little M goes down a slide, she chooses the smallest slide, and goes down as slowly as possible, so as not to terrify herself or get hurt. Baby J is happy to hurl himself down the slide face first. He may give me an early heart attack.
Little M is always talking or singing. She has quite a musical repertoire, and is always singing or talking to anyone (or anything) that will listen.
Baby J is different. He just makes noise. Boyish noise.
Little M loves to craft and create things. She loves to make things pretty. So far, baby J only seems to want to take things apart, and see how they work. He has no time for coloring…or sitting still.
When little M gets excited, she squeals with delight, gives you a hug, and often does a happy dance.
When baby J gets excited, he laughs and punches you. Awesome. We clearly have to work on some things. Ha.