In keeping with all the other men in my life, my son Aiden also shares the "abhhors-shopping gene". 3 pairs of pants into a back to school shopping trip and he was whining "I'm really tired!"
Seriously? 3 pairs of pants and he's "exhausted." And the thing is he looked exhausted. He looked like I'd kept him up all night and then asked him to run a marathon. After trying on 3 pairs of pants! Which I was doing most of the work for!! All he had to do was lift his legs!!!!
He of course inherited this from his father without the benefit of the sage wisdom learned from years of experience. This wisdom being that if it can't be avoided the next best course of action is saunter silently - albeit sulkily- nearby.
My concession is that I power shop. I selected, dressed, sifted, re-hangered and purchased 5 pairs of pants in 30 minutes. We all suffered but only briefly.
There aren't too many boys in my immediate family that I have been able to observe growing up, and so many of the things that I'm learning are "typical growing boy" behaviour continually astonish me.
His appetite for one thing. When he is eating something that he likes he can easily clear 4 helpings. And yet - he's skinny as a beanpole. Just dense. Our grocery bills are growing exponentially in direct correlation to his appetite and he's only 5!
He wants to hit, kick and punch everything, and not just when he's angry. It's his default reaction to everything. Happiness, excitement, fear, anger, sadness. I cringe to think of the day when he's a teenager and I am trying to discipline him while he towers over me and probably outweighs me twice over. We might need to invest in a punching bag sooner than later.
His obsession with kinex, lego, building blocks, sticks, rocks, cars, action figures, and pretty much little pieces of anything. He has one of the aforementioned in his hands at all times!!!
All the time. If we didn't take them away he'd shower and sleep with them. I just don't get it.
Ahhh, but my little man with his dimples and baby blues. I cannot imagine my life without him. Screaming drop kicks, 4 bowls of cereal and all. He's my little charmer.
People who have experience raising boys just smile and shake their heads when I express my shock, confusion and wonder. "Boys will be boys." as the expression goes.
I'm learning, and looking forward to many more.
Years that is . Not boys. Please no more boys. One is perfect!
Seriously? 3 pairs of pants and he's "exhausted." And the thing is he looked exhausted. He looked like I'd kept him up all night and then asked him to run a marathon. After trying on 3 pairs of pants! Which I was doing most of the work for!! All he had to do was lift his legs!!!!
He of course inherited this from his father without the benefit of the sage wisdom learned from years of experience. This wisdom being that if it can't be avoided the next best course of action is saunter silently - albeit sulkily- nearby.
My concession is that I power shop. I selected, dressed, sifted, re-hangered and purchased 5 pairs of pants in 30 minutes. We all suffered but only briefly.
There aren't too many boys in my immediate family that I have been able to observe growing up, and so many of the things that I'm learning are "typical growing boy" behaviour continually astonish me.
His appetite for one thing. When he is eating something that he likes he can easily clear 4 helpings. And yet - he's skinny as a beanpole. Just dense. Our grocery bills are growing exponentially in direct correlation to his appetite and he's only 5!
He wants to hit, kick and punch everything, and not just when he's angry. It's his default reaction to everything. Happiness, excitement, fear, anger, sadness. I cringe to think of the day when he's a teenager and I am trying to discipline him while he towers over me and probably outweighs me twice over. We might need to invest in a punching bag sooner than later.
His obsession with kinex, lego, building blocks, sticks, rocks, cars, action figures, and pretty much little pieces of anything. He has one of the aforementioned in his hands at all times!!!
All the time. If we didn't take them away he'd shower and sleep with them. I just don't get it.
Ahhh, but my little man with his dimples and baby blues. I cannot imagine my life without him. Screaming drop kicks, 4 bowls of cereal and all. He's my little charmer.
People who have experience raising boys just smile and shake their heads when I express my shock, confusion and wonder. "Boys will be boys." as the expression goes.
I'm learning, and looking forward to many more.
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