Are you a boy or are you a girl?

I used to scoff when people would tell me how different baby boys are from girls,.. until having Aram. He seems to be ALL boy, not liking to be cuddled, jumping out of your arms, loves to be thrown and rough-housed and he bites, HARD! So, you can understand my fear of what the future will bring with this little boy.

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.

Hard to be a Hero...

So, one of the blogs I follow had a cute post on it about kindergarten crushes today. It reminded me of an event that happened with Jasper that I want to remember, so I'm going to document it.. (hopefully, you will find it just as funny)

Aric and I went to have lunch with Jasper at school yesterday, on our way to the cafeteria Aric noticed that a little boy had his arm around Jasper. I didn't see it, but Aric being protective of his little girl grumbled something about "might have to have a talk.."
When a parent comes for lunch, the kids get to sit at a special table and invite two of their friends to join them. Jasper's best friend is an adorable little girl named Mikalynn, who we call Mickey. When we went to sit down Mickey was on one side of Jasper and on the other side... Joe. (the little boy whose arm Aric had scowled at)
So, as we ate, Jasper asked her dad to open her milk carton (she has a hard time with this). Joe quickly said "I will do it for you!" but was too late, as Aric was already opening it. In order to redeem himself or maybe show off, Joe grabbed his own milk and proceeded to show Jasper how he opens it himself...
Well, he was a little too exuberant and ended up dousing Jasper in milk. She looked a little shocked and just said "It's kind of cold" while Joe looked very much embarrassed. I was laughing my head off. Poor Joe.
At six years old, it is hard to be a hero... :)