100% Boy

I thought I had had a stroke of genius yesterday when I gave Nathan a scrap piece of paper and a multicolored stamp pad. Plus, he was only wearing a diaper, was strapped in a confined area that was washable, and it didn't seem like he could do much damage this way. The other day I let him use markers with his sister in the living room. I had open markers on the floor, marker colorings on the coffee table, and then caught him coloring on the mirror. Never did my girly girl ever do things like this. Well, that's not true. She did color on the wall twice with a crayon, but that was about it. This little boy always reminds me that he is not like his sister in many areas of life. They both have a good heart and people say they look like twins, but I think that's the most of it.

I gave him the stamp pad thinking all he had to do is press his finger or hands on the pad and then on to the paper. Leave it to Nathan to yank out the entire blue strip, squeeze all the ink out of it, and then start eating his raisins again. What a stinker!

I also threw in a picture of him and Sister joyously playing in the clothes rack of Old Navy. Kaeley was too fast for me to snap a picture of her.
Boy, Nathan was running a muck yesterday! He spent most of his time getting into things he wasn't supposed to be touching, insisting on climbing on dining room chairs, which he consistently falls off from, and yelling, grunting, and moaning all over the house. We are all anxiously awaiting the day when the yelling stops and the talking starts. Later at night, when we were looking forward to bedtime I had to hold Nathan to keep him from attacking the pile of pajamas Kaeley was searching through. He took that to mean I had given him permission to toss my hair in my face. When I told him to stop he started digging his finger in my ear.
I am so very, very thankful for my boy, but I am learning everyday what being a "boy" really means!