Oh the Irony...

Yesterday after a long afternoon playing in the sprinkler with the kids, I stood up from my lounge spot in the yard and found a Cheeto stuck to the cellulite on the back of my thigh. Why is the universe so cruel?!

Boys

As a mother of a boy I can officially say I do not understand my son very well. I love him, but I think my lack of a Y chromosome makes it impossible to truly understand what is happening inside his little head. Why, for example, does he have a built in radar for balls. We could be walking down the street and if there is a ball within a mile radius he will find it. It is an amazing gift, too bad we couldn't focus that energy into say finding lost shoes or socks. Now that would be a gift I could understand and really get behind. And, what is up with trucks? Why are they the coolest thing in the world? Can anyone enlighten me?

He also seems to feel that the more dangerous something is the more fun it should be. Logical, right? Why wouldn't you want to ride your trike at top speed towards the road only to turn at the last second. Then of course it is imperative that you laugh hysterically at your mom because she is running and screaming behind you. Or better yet have your dad lift you way, way above his head just so you can make a basket. Balls and danger, that is definitely the epitome of fun.

It is amazing to me that for as much as I don't understand S, R seems to be completely on the same wavelength as our two year old. They seems to read each other's mind. There must be a secret Y chromosome club where you can learn all the super cool boy stuff. Definitely no double xers allowed.

I guess I'm going to have to resign myself to not understanding the inner workings of my son, or husband for that matter. Good thing they are so cute. It makes it very easy to love them anyway.