Boy Momma

My little guy is now 16 months old and is definitely in the toddler stage.  Being a mom has its ups and downs, but I have been flooded with so much joy since becoming a mother.  There are countless things I have learned, and so many things don't phase me any more.

August is all boy.  He knew at a very early age what noise a tractor makes and knows where they are.  He is memorized when he sees one driving, and more so when he's riding in one.  Our living room floor is littered with tractors and other vehicles.  He loves to be outside and while it has been nice, has screamed, kicked and thrown himself around when it's time to come inside.  He knows to bring his shoes and say, 'Out, out.'  August also discovered puddles the other day.  I have no idea where he got that love from!  :)  We've been to the school garden and planted a few flowers and he has loved having his fingers in the dirt.  He likes to bang on worms and throw rocks around.

August has a bull in a China shop attitude.  He just doesn't stop moving all day long!  He loves playing with all of his toys...at once.  Many times our living room is a mine field of toys, books, blankets, and his shoes.  He is starting to climb on everything.  We've had the gradual shift of extra things like remotes to the back of the end tables to the top of the recliner and couch.  Since he's climbing, nothing is safe.  He's also gotten hung up on his toy box.  He's still a little short to get a toy at the bottom of the box.  I have taken pictures before I've rescued him...I'm not ashamed at all!  :)

And then there are those sweeter than sugar moments that make me wish the clock would stop for a while.  One day I had stepped to the bathroom to do something with the laundry.  He was playing and I heard him get up looking for me.  He saw me, turned to go back to his toys, turned back around to me and came and gave me a couple of kisses, just because.  He's kind of stingy with those kisses, so I take what I can get, when I can get them.  He ALWAYS comes running with his arms open wide to give me hugs, and now he's doing it when I pick him up at the end of the day.  He is a daddy's boy.  When Dad comes home at the end of the day, August wants nothing to do with me.  He loves animals and tries to be friends with Bonnie, and loves baby kittens.  I've sang hymns to him since I found out I was pregnant, and I continue now.  He sings along at night and at church and you can just hear the joy in his little voice.

Some people say, "Oh, I've only had girls, I don't know how to be a boy mom."  I say, get a good stain remover, some trucks, be prepared for plenty of bumps and bruises and you're good!