My Boy

As promised, here we have the boy. I call him my main squeeze man. No offense to Daddy, who is quite a standup guy himself but this, my friends, is Bubby we are talking about. This is the one boy in the sea of baby girls. This is the reason for the twactos and twucks and twains and wace cows. This big man is our reason for not falling completely off a cliff of pink and purple princess paraphernalia.

As he is getting older, I am learning more and more what it means to raise a boy. And I love it. My absolute, hands-down, no question favorite thing about a boy is that thing they do when they are lying on the floor with a truck or car or wheeled vehicle and they "broom" it back and forth. I could die. The innocence of it melts my heart into goo.










I took some pictures of the Bubbyman the other day while he was wearing his "Papa shirt". A Papa shirt is, duh, a button-up flannel looking shirt, like his Papa (my dad) wears. One day out of the clear blue he told me he wanted to wear a Papa shirt. I figured out in a quick hurry what he meant. Since he only has two such Papa shirts, I have to keep them clean in case of a Papa shirt emergency, for example if we plan to visit Papa--a sure Papa shirt wearing event.

Another of Wyatt's specialties is his pure love for his sisters and his special attention to Polly. He loves that girl even when she gouges half his face off with her chubby little fingers. He still manages to kiss her goodnight every night. And oh what kisses they are. Ask Auntie Anna, Wyatt kisses are incredible kisses.He puckers up those Bubby lips and lingers a little so you get the full effect of his smooch. There does not seem to be a single way on this green earth that he will ever kiss anyone but his mommy and sisters and aunties, I'll see to it. A mother has rights.

Wyatt has also become infatuated with books and with counting. He tries to make me read him a book a minimum of 3 times before he goes to bed. And then he is sure to keep the book with him in bed. He has also been known to take cars, trucks, tractors, chapstick (he does have 3 sisters) and other various treasures to bed with him. He sleeps in a toddler sized bed but I'm thinking that my big man will be ready for a twin bed very soon. Wyatt's mass always makes for good conversation with my brothers during family holiday gatherings. "Nick, LIFT him once, he's huge". "How much does he weigh?" It's not that he is bigger than the average almost 3 yr. old but he's solid. I tell him to say "I'm tough stuff" but it is kind of silly because when I'm around, he's too much of a momma boy to really mean it.

Which leads me to my confession. Despite my wish that he become even 1/2 the man his daddy is, and despite his daddy trying to toughen him up, I tend to "baby" him. It's hard to know the right measure of coddle and discipline for a boy. In general he is a really good boy. Especially for daddy. He is sweet, loving, kind, helpful (his new favorite thing is retrieving things for me and daddy, he LOVES to help and is so proud when we thank him), thoughtful, playful and boyful. The feminists have it so wrong, boys are not the same as girls. And oh am I happy they are not. For if they were, I'd never get to experience this.