Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I Should, Perhaps, Have Named Him Leaf Blower...
When the debris is in a pile, well, there must be diving. Jumping, rolling, and kicking of those expensive ankles and whacking and whooshing of piles of leaves. He has quite a swat and grass and leaves levitate and pieces hang from his hair and eyebrows. Only additional water would make this more fun. He and Squib are identical in this way. Perhaps only happier if the dirt and muck are physically ground into their pores.
Beanstalk shows more "grown-up" signs. He wears pants, for one. He likes baths. With music. He has clothing preferences that are distinct and considerably more fashionable. Squib still pulls his T-shirt down around his waist (yes, the neck around the waist) on occasion like a skirt and runs about in pull-ups and a tee with Crocs. Abhors the shower like nature a vacuum. This can dictate his social preferences. Beanstalk has, well, style. Some would argue that this was always imposed on him by one or the other of his parents, but his parents will tell you that he has distinct likes and dislikes and definitely his own "look." And thank goodness shirt-tucking isn't required anywhere! E-gads.
And I thought raising boys would be "easier."