I’ve always tried to keep things gender neutral & not reinforce gender stereotypes with my kids (it bugs me that we say girls can do anything boys can, but heaven forbid a boy like pink or princesses.) Anyhoo, there is no doubt that my son is all boy.
He is such a sweet little guy, and I think he will make a fantastic husband and father one day. He loves to “help” me and will follow me around with a duster or play vacuum as I clean! His third birthday was last week, and his requests were a sleeping
baby bag (that was a funny typo, the sleeping baby is on my wish list), a baby carrier like I wear his brother in, and to go to “the bouncy place.”
At our house, the birthday boy or girl also gets to choose their birthday cake and dinner. So what did he choose? Steak. I don’t blame him, my hubby is a wizard with the grill. When we tried to figure out what else he wanted to have with dinner (sides, veggie) he said “bacon.” Yep. Bacon. He is a tiny little squirt of a thing that’s barely on the growth charts, but he eats like a grown man sometimes. Not sure how I’m going to feed two teenage boys; I might have to get a few more jobs. 😉
On the other hand, my daughter does love to dig in the dirt & things like that, but she is all girl and loves princesses, pink and baby dolls!
So my “you know you’re raising a boy when” for today is “he eats you out of house & home.” Ha ha.
A little poem for the road:
Roses are red.
Violets are blue. Bacon is sorta red too.
Poems are hard.
I’ve done my best to be neutral & not force my kids to “act like their gender,” and I think my kids have a good balance. I joke that our baby is setting other babies back 50 years & reinforcing stereotypes by saying things like “goo goo ga ga.”
Do you have any “you know you’re raising a girl/boy when” stories?