My little Noah is all boy.
He loves anything with wheels. He looks longingly at motorcycles when they drive past.
He went down a small sliding board the other day, the turned around and promptly climbed up it -- something Sam never even considered doing until she was, like, 4.
And right now he's fearless.
At the beach in July, he walked straight into the ocean and got knocked down by three big waves before he decided to stay closer to the edge.
Yesterday, I had just changed his diaper on the changing table, and I handed him a toy to keep him occupied while I took a step away to toss the diaper in the pail. BAM! Noah, flat on the floor on his back, crying hysterically.
Later that day, he was plopped on the table waiting for a bottle when Daddy turned to get it. WHOOSH! There goes Noah, flying through the air. Daddy caught him by the arm, thank goodness, but Noah still managed to smack his head -- in the same spot -- on the table.
He just plays differently than Sam. It's truly rougher and tougher, although he can do surprisingly cerebral things like line up similar toys or items and move them around until they're in a perfect row.
At least he's still small enough that he'll make trucks crash into each other and smack Barbie faces together, then run over to me yelling, "Mommy!" and hug me as tight as he can. I hope that lasts until he's at least 18. *smile*
Any tips or thoughts on raising boys vs. girls?
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