I've been remiss and have neglected my blogging activities. I don't know why because I find it therapeutic and relaxing but despite that fact I still have not gotten around to writing. I would like to say that I will pick it back up and be consistent but I probably won't be. Life seems to get in the way!
ANYWAY...
I have 1 girl and 1 boy. It is interesting as a parent to see just how different raising the two of them can be. It doesn't help they happen to fall on the polar opposite ends of the spectrum.
When people say, "Boys will be boys," they are talking about Logan. He is rough and tumble. He doesn't get hurt easily. He is eager to get his hands in the mud and pick up bugs, slugs and other gross stuff. He LOVES to play sports. He loves to wrestle and fight with his Daddy. He doesn't care at all what clothes I buy him - in fact, he'd rather not wear clothes at all! He has no time for taking a shower or getting a haircut, they are both just time-takers from play time. He loves Spiderman and Transformers and anything he can bash together in an epic battle between good and evil.
He is also a constant source of comedy in our household. Children in and of themselves are uncensored and tend to tell it like it is. I love that about them. Logan, in particular, rarely thinks that something he says might be inappropriate or uncomfortable. In fact, as we are cracking up after some comment he made you will often see him looking around asking, "What's so funny?"
Logan recently started playing baseball. He lives to compete...and LOVES to win. (As much as we teach good sportsmanship and that "everyone's a winner" I believe it's innate in humans to want to be the best - to want to win!) As we got all the particulars together - you know, cleats, baseball pants, shirt, hat, mitt - we introduced him to the idea of wearing a cup.
We were in Sports Authority looking at a huge wall of cups - from little leaguers on up to grown men. Here was our conversation:
Logan: "What are these?:
Mommy: "Cups. They protect your "junk."
Logan: (looking at me quizzically) "So they go down here?" (he gestures to that region)
Mommy: "Yeah. They make it so that if you get hit with a baseball there, it won't hurt."
Logan: (looking incredulous) "So, right in this area?" (gesturing to that region again)
Mommy: "Yes. For that area. See this is how it works." (showing him the picture on the back)
Logan: (giggling) "Ewwww!"
Mommy: "Well, you have to wear one. Let's get this one with the undies."
Logan: "That one is tiny. I need a bigger one."
Mommy: "No, this one says it will fit you."
Logan: "I don't think so but whatever. So we aren't getting one of these that go up your butt?"
Mommy: "No, and they don't go up your butt. They go around your legs to hold it in place."
Logan: "Whatever. It looks like it goes up your butt. Gross."
Mommy: "Let's go."
Soon after leaving the store the idea of the cup was whooshed away by other chit chat. A couple weeks later as we are getting ready for the 1st big game it all came rushing back. There he was, standing there in his baseball socks and shirt. I took the cup out of the package and gave him the cup and the undies. He stepped into them and immediately started laughing hysterically.
Logan: "Oooohhhh, this feels weird!" (still laughing)
Mommy: "Is it comfortable enough?"
Logan: "Yeah. (yelling to the door) LILLY! COME SEE MY CUP!"
Mommy: "No. You don't need to show your sister."
Logan: "But look! (picking up and Transformer and banging it on the cup) It doesn't hurt at all! It's amazing! Lilly has to see this!
Mommy: "No. Really. Lilly doesn't want to see it."
Logan: (banging the cup into the walls and the doors) "This is fun!"
Mommy: "All right. Stop it. We need to get ready."
He seriously is hilarious. He makes Brandon and I laugh regularly with his witty, uncensored remarks. I know there are some things that kids say that you are supposed to not encourage; that you are supposed to suppress your laughter over so that they don't repeat the behavior. But sometimes, just sometimes, you have to just hug them and laugh!
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