Ramblings and A House of Boys

In the past few weeks it has hit me that I will be in a house with 3 boys. Obvious, right? But I think I'm just coming to understand what that means.

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It has been interesting to watch Zach and his friends- most are girls- as they hit the 2-3 year old phase. A year ago their interests were very similar, but now I see them leaning towards more boyish or girlish activities, though they still love to play together. The girls love baby dolls and pink and princess stuff. Zach is into trucks, diggers, TOOLS and "fixing things", wrestling, firemen/firetrucks, and Dad. He seems to have become a full-on BOY recently. Or maybe I'm just noticing?

As I near the end of my pregnancy, my body just can't wrestle, jump, run, climb like he so wants me to. While he is still somewhat of a mama's boy, he is just smitten with his dad. He talks about him all day. "Dad can.... maybe?" He calls Cal a "workerman," and of course he is a workerman, too. The other day I said, "Your looking sleepy bud, let's go upstairs for a nap." He responded, "No! I not sleepy! I a workerman!!" And many times throughout the day he tells me, "I a big boy. And Daddy a big boy...."

Cal opens the garage door coming home from work and Zach runs in circles and throws his arms up and jumps and yells "YAY!" They spend hours in the garage "making things" and hours in the basement wrestling and playing ball. And while it is a little sad to let go of him a little bit, I love to see him grow and I love that he thinks his daddy is the coolest.

And I love my boys, of course.