Raising a boy...

I love being the mother of a boy. Long before I was pregnant with E, I knew I wanted to be the mother of a boy. A few of my friends are expecting boys for the first time, and we've been laughing about the differences between boys and girls. While I lack experience with little girls aside from tea parties and princess dresses, after almost 10 years of living in isolated captivity with a little boy, I consider myself a subject matter expert.

When talking with my friend, I mentioned that E leaves a trail of chaos in his wake. She laughed and said that her daughter is messy, too, and I replied that E isn't messy....he's chaotic. It was hard to put into words, but there's a difference.

Your trash can always looks like this:

 

 

The top of their dresser is layered with clothes, hats, masks, and play dough mats.

 

 

 

His bathroom looks like this 24 hours after being cleaned.

 

 

 

Legos are everywhere. Everywhere.

 

 

 

Your couch looks like this after he's watched a cartoon.

 

 

 

Underwear is twirled on the foot and left where it lands.

 

 

 

The secret to a long, healthy life sounds like this.