you go to sleep with miniature cars under your pillow
the first thing you see in the morning is a boner while changing his diaper (of course you probably wake to your husbands too)
speech is albeit null, expect he still finds a way to talk about poop. In my case, he signs it while doing it in squatting position.
bumps, bruises, and blood are a daily occurrence
the best day ever, is garbage day
hearing grunting sounds every time a tractor, truck or trailer passes by (this one I don’ think ever goes away)
every surface in your house is a potential climbing structure
he points at and asks “what’s that” to anything and everything while driving (my husband still does this)
a lawn mower, leaf blower, broom and mop, are about the most fascinating thing since your boobs have left the picture
every passing by person tells you “wow, he is busy” (aka, sucks for you)
books become biscuits, not reading materials (unless it is a book about anything that has tires)
even at a young age, he opens the door for you. Who says chivalry is dead?
he still loves a good high heeled shoe like the rest of us
and a mommy’s love is sometimes all he needs
I am sure I am missing a million things, but you get the idea.
Boys are just SO different from girls.
At least in my house.
So much so, it got me out of my blog desiccation.
Thank goodness for that…
and thanks for reading.