When my first son was born, we literally had no boy-related toys in the house. Ever the girly-girls, my daughters played with princesses and petticoats. My oldest received a match box bobcat as a birthday favor when she was about three. It was thrown in a 'junk bin' in the playroom and forgotten.
Toddzilla was nine months old when he learned to crawl. Wouldn't you know, he could find that little bobcat no matter where it was. If you saw the amount of doo-dads my girls have, you'd understand how truly impressive was this heruclean feat. Needle in a haystack, to say the least. Without fail, that bobcat was the one thing he would gravitate to, over and over again.
If it has wheels, makes noise, or just generally does something, my sons are all over it. Even the little guy senses there's something much cooler about Toddzilla's toys than his sisters'. The girls prefer having toys that they do something with -- like dolls, dress up clothes, and purses. Not so for my little men.
Toddzilla has seen the children with the motorized vehicles at the park. He sits there - wide eyed - unable to believe that something like that actually exists for children. Poor unfortunate soul, he has these mean parents that don't believe a child of 2 (or 8 for that matter) should be able to tool around with no physical exertion. Alas, he got the lowly pedal operated version yesterday as an early birthday present. (We live in an area of the country where it could literally snow any day now. His birthday is in November - the chances are slim to none he'd be using it much then).
Toddzilla was nine months old when he learned to crawl. Wouldn't you know, he could find that little bobcat no matter where it was. If you saw the amount of doo-dads my girls have, you'd understand how truly impressive was this heruclean feat. Needle in a haystack, to say the least. Without fail, that bobcat was the one thing he would gravitate to, over and over again.
If it has wheels, makes noise, or just generally does something, my sons are all over it. Even the little guy senses there's something much cooler about Toddzilla's toys than his sisters'. The girls prefer having toys that they do something with -- like dolls, dress up clothes, and purses. Not so for my little men.
Toddzilla has seen the children with the motorized vehicles at the park. He sits there - wide eyed - unable to believe that something like that actually exists for children. Poor unfortunate soul, he has these mean parents that don't believe a child of 2 (or 8 for that matter) should be able to tool around with no physical exertion. Alas, he got the lowly pedal operated version yesterday as an early birthday present. (We live in an area of the country where it could literally snow any day now. His birthday is in November - the chances are slim to none he'd be using it much then).
Motor or no motor, he's one happy camper!
He actually woke up at 5:30 am today, and groggily called out, "Is my John Deere still here?" Yes, little boy, now go back to sleep...
1 comment:
I found your blog through Kim's (I think).
It's funny how little I think about the little things like that that differ between boys and girls. I have two daughters and am hoping and praying I have a boy next time and it's so fun to read posts like this telling the differences.
It must be fun to see both:)
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