Boy Days

Today is one of those days that I realize how much of a "boy" Will actually is. 

Let's start from the beginning:

When Dan and I went for my ultrasound to see Will for the first time I just had a feeling I was going to be having a little boy.  Even though the thought of having a little cheerleader in the house and being able to shop for all the cute girly clothes complete with tons of glitter and glam were floating through my mind, I knew I would be a mom to a boy.  Dan and I had Will's name picked out so quickly-we knew what we wanted to name him even before the thought of having a child had crossed our minds.  And for some reason I am not squeamish when it comes to broken bones, blood, spiders, frogs...the like...all the makings of being a mommy to a little boy.  So when the ultrasound technician asked us, "what do you think you are having?" Dan and I just looked at each other and in unison said "boy". 

So even though Will is not yet one here are the signs of his "boy-ness" already...

*upon discovering that Beesley our Yorkie had an accident in the house-he started playing with the poop not wavering at the awful smell it was emitting (no worries...nothing was consumed)

*his obsession with remotes, Dan's PS3 controllers, the computer and cell phones

*burping and passing gas are extremely funny

*tumbling all over the floor and couches (thanks Aunt Chelsea!)

So today's revelation was brought on by watching Will play with his toys-as he was banging some toys together to see if they would make some noise Will decided to look at one of his books.  This particular book has a bunny finger puppet and as he was looking at it-he attacked the bunny-like bit down hard on it.  Not finding that satisfactory enough he proceeded to find any and all toys to start biting down on.  Now I know that he in the dreaded teething stages but this is not just a bit because of teeth.  This is pure cannibalism towards any and all toys. 

So as I finish this blog and post I am looking at my little boy now as he knocks down his workbench and is climbing on it in desperate attempts to reach the well-placed Blu-Ray discs his father just moved up a notch on the entertainment shelves.  I hope the nurses in the ER don't find out our names first-hand for at least two or three more years!