Angie (my sister-in-law) and I are always comparing Aram to what Teryk (my 3 year old nephew) was like at that age, seeing many similarities. Well just today, Teryk took a spill onto a coffee table and knocked out 3 of his teeth. (poor little guy!!)
Shortly thereafter I was reading the blog of a friend (whose 2 year old boy I spent some time with this past week) the post was complete with an x-ray picture of the rock in her little guy's intestines that he had accidentally swallowed.
YIKES! Raising a boy sounds scary.
As I was relating these events to my husband and at least feeling secure in my ability to raise my sweet and cuddly and usually mellow little GIRL, he told me about something she had just done...
He was headed out the door for work when she walked up to him and with a loud "HI-YA" kicked him in the shin. After which she calmly sat down on the couch and answering his irate "What was that for?" responded serenely "That was one of my best moves!"
So, I have now come to the conclusion that boy,.. girl,.. it doesn't matter... They are all their own little wild things, and either way we have our work cut out for us.