"Just a Wittle Boy"

After an afternoon at the park yesterday with some new friends (yay!!!), I brought Drew home to cook supper and get him bathed. As we were headed for the "run in the door, kick off your shoes, and sprint to the potty" routine, I tossed him up over my shoulder and carried him giggling into the bathroom. No sooner had I done that then I got the whiff; nope, there was no accident from this big guy...what I got was the pure sweet smell of a little boy. He was quick to explain that to me too. I tickled him and said, "Boy, you ARE STINKY!" His quick reply was, "Mom, I not stinky...my just a wittle boy." He couldn't have been more accurate because despite the fact that Jesse or I will occasionally slip and reference, "the baby" there isn't actually a baby anymore. There is nothing about this towering, talkative, soon to be potty trained child that points to him having once been a baby.

Of course, that sweet stink isn't the only thing that points to his boyhood. The poor peacock at the zoo over the weekend figured out what he was dealing with fairly quickly (although it took two incidents...something that makes me question the intelligence of that fine feathered bird). Upon first spotting Drew, the peacock made its approach hoping to get some food. Drew introduced himself by trying to grab a handful of tail feathers and proceed to chase the poor bird the length of a football field in his persistence to get acquainted. When the creature was so dense as to return for the second time, Drew thought he would try force feeding it a rock...that didn't go so well either. My frustrations at potential animal cruelty and expasperations that I never would have tried that quickly faded as I reminded myself that he is all boy. With the abundance of curiosity constantly growing in that child, I should be thankful that was the extent of our encounter with that unfortunate bird.

So my sweet baby has quickly grown into a little boy and as he pointed out last night that isn't going to change. In fact, he informed me that he was going to "be all growed up someday and get mawwied and have a wittle boy too." Of course, as a mommy who is holding on for dear life to this little monkey that I adore, I reminded him that it was long time until that would happen. For now, he's just MY "wittle boy."