I'm living such a manly life these days. Cars, trucks, tractor toys, superhero shirts. This is not what I ever imagined. I was quintessentially feminine pre-Anderson. Clothes, hair, sparkles, all things pretty. I owned the Girl Talk game. I could (okay, still can) smell a mall from a mile away. But now, I live (and love) this life where a ride in A's hand-me-down plastic car is the highlight of our afternoon, where the world stops spinning when the garbage truck rolls by, Mister A held in a trance by the noise, the motion. Pure boyishness.
The best and surprising part is, I don't long for dollies, for hair bows, for pinkness. Maybe a little bit of longing for this season's delightful Baby Gap sundresses, but we've got lots of sweet baby girl friends to buy those for. I love this boy, and I love what he loves. Even if it means sitting in the grass, sullying my clothes, and shooting footage of the recycler truck man doing his thing. And totally showing our recycling bin who is BOSS. Take THAT, recycling bin.
And more video, since A's godmommy asked so nicely for more A in action.
Still not exactly crawling. He's got the back end motion down, it's his arms that won't cooperate. Oh well. More time to enjoy my breakable lower shelf decor.