Before I ever got pregnant I had always wanted a girl. I don’t know why I just did. I am not particularily girly (ok, at all) neveliked Barbie, makeup, hair stuff, clothes or crying. So when I became pregnant I realized I had been wrong all those years. I wanted a boy. No PMS, crying for inexplicable reasons, hair problems, teenage drama. I know I will have some drama with my son, everyone does, but he seems to be a pretty reasonable individual. (ok fingers crossed, he is going to be 3 in December and the beginnings of the terrible 2’s started a little after he turned 2 put have since tapered off, hopefully no aweful 3’s)
The thing I really didn’t understand was that boys were inherently different than girls. The things that captivate his attention are boy things. We don’t try to push for him to play or watch certain things (maybe we do without realizing it) but when he was a baby if a pretty girl would come on tv he would stop and watch. Then Jonathan (DH) watched Star Wars. It was all over. He has pretty much talked non-stop about Star Wars, played it, pretended to be the different characters, had untold number of light saber battles and there is no end in sight.
He watches tv with his Granny a lot. Silly little cartoons and stuff and he may talk about them briefly but not play them all day long.
He saw some karate and I saw his little boy radar kick in and wondered, if he watched the show how soon it would be before Darth Vadar was doing all kinds of kicks and jumps and general karate things.
