Outnumbered

     Well, everyone, I'm back. As most of you know, I've been on a maternity leave of sorts from blogging. It's been almost four weeks since we welcomed baby number three into the world. Most people told me that the third baby was the hardest because suddenly you were outnumbered. There are more kids than adults in the home, more kids than you have hands for, more bodies than can be carried. This is all true. The first time we were out and all three kids fell asleep, we realized that we had a problem when we got to where we were going. Too many sleeping babies and not enough people to transfer these babies from van to house. 

     However, this post is not about kids outnumbering adults. This is about girls outnumbering boys. I was a little worried at first about our little guy. He's now surrounded by girls and he loves to mimic his big sister. My worry didn't last long, though. I've been watching him closely lately and it just amazes me how God has made little boys. 

     You can't watch a little boy play and just interact without knowing that God made boys distinctly all boy. Every kid has there own personality, and some little girls can be more rough than other, and some little boys can be more tender than others. Our oldest little girl is a wild child. She's got an over abundance of energy and seems like she's always hyped up on sugar. Our little boy is quite the cuddler, and he can be a very tender little boy, but at the same time, there is not girliness in him. 

     Watching my son lately, there are just things that he does that little girls just don't do. They don't think that way. Little boys love to throw things. My daughter likes to play catch with a ball and she'll drop things, but now my son... he will throw EVERYTHING. He finishes his juice cup, he doesn't just drop it, or put it in the sink, he throws it across the room with a nice loud "WHOA!!!!!" as he watches it fly. He throws cups, and balls, and dinosaurs, and baby dolls, and diapers... yes, we have to work on throwing diapers away. He takes the phrase "Throw it away" too literally. 

     He also likes to play in the toilet. I caught our daughter dropping things in the toilet one time. She got disciplined and we talked about how yucky the toilet was, and it was never really an issue again. Our son, however, finds the toilet fascinating. He throws (yes, there's the throwing again) everything in the toilet. His toothbrush (we don't really need to talk about that one), his daddy's comb (yes, we threw it away), his toys, oh and his diapers. It just makes sense to him that dirty diapers go in the dirty toilet. He doesn't just put things in there, though, he also flushes. He loves to put things in the toilet and then flush and watch them disappear (or clog the toilet), and try to figure out where things are going. This toilet phase is not my favorite. 

These are just a few things in the last couple of weeks that I have caught on camera. These pictures to me are all boy.

Why wouldn't you put your nasty dirty feet on the table we're about to put our food on. 

When I was in school, this was the standard guy response to a picture being taken. "oh, a camera? Make a goofy face". Who knew it started this young??

There's a whole couch. Why are you laying on the arm? "Because I can get comfortable and prop my leg on the wall, that's why."

He loves to take things apart just to figure out how it was put together.  Side note: That was the best behaved he's ever been at a restaurant. Kept him occupied the whole time! 

Then, of course, daddy's influence. "How to torture your sisters 101"