Raising a boy is a wondrous experience. The world is different from the perspective of my little man. He sees things the girls don't. He wonders about things that the girls couldn't care less about. Dirt is not just his friend, it is an essential part of every outing.
Here lately, we have also begun to notice that raising a boy is different because of his unique body parts. Sure doesn't take boys long to discover they can pee in whatever direction they want, now does it? Or that certain parts of their anatomy seem to have a mind of their own.
Take for example this morning. I came into the living room to find Weston in the chair looking wide-eyed. He says to me, "Mom, watch this!" Then proceeds to pull his pants down where it seems his boyhood was wide awake and standing at attention. He then says, "My wiener is HUGE!" Trying not to laugh I calmly asked him to pull his pants back up. He keeps talking saying, "But look I can knock it down and it pops right back up again! Cool, huh?!" Ugh, yeah cool. A talent you will be very thankful for later in life but let's not start so young, huh.
We had a nice talk about our private parts and times and places it may be appropriate to discover what our body can do. My living room chair? Not one of those places.
So, it seems raising a boy is going to have some unique challenges. I am not sure I was quite ready for needing to teach him to keep it in his pants.
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Perhaps if you'd married differently...
But it was only a matter of time.
We've had similar experiences. Now our biggest problem is Chelsea exploring with his boy parts while they're in the bath. And it doesn't help that Logan finds it hilarious ... sigh.
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