It never ceases to amaze me how different Ryan is from Cyd at the same age....or maybe I should say, it's amazing what an easy baby and toddler Cyd was. Ryan was an easy baby, a very easy baby, but now as he's growing into toddlerhood all his "boy" genes, hormones or whatever are coming into full swing. The kid crawls a mile a minute, gets into everything, screams with delight, doesn't understand the meaning of "no" and is only interested in playing with things he's not supposed to have. My respect for mothers of little boys is growing by the minute....Aich, that's you, by the way.
Equally amazing to me is his attraction for all things "boyish", like things on wheels for instance. He loves pretty much anything on wheels that makes noise....thus the vacuum cleaner is a big winner. I remember seeing a documentary where they were conducting a study about how gender definition is established and they were saying that people treat male and female babies differently--that people's expectations of them build the foundations of babies becoming "little men" and "little women". That may be so, but before I even started to think about buying Ryan any "boyish" toys, he's surprised me be gravitating towards those things all on his own.
I suppose each kid is different, I remember one of my brothers who used to love barbies, he' d steal mine so he could have some quality time with it since he was discouraged from playing with it in public. Kids also go through phases where they experiment with things as well, next year I'm sure that Ryan could very easily develop a strong attachment to Cyd's doll house and Cyd could turn into a tomboy. But for now, I've got one very girly little four-year old and a nine-month old who is the embodiment of all things male. (Complete with reaching for his "ahem" every time it's accessible.)
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lol... Jo, make that 2 barbie brothers!
Oh. So sweet. Thanks, Jo (blush blush).
Oh, and might I add that I also understand better how you felt with Cydney and Keith.
Alysha is just about as possissive as Cydney was with her stroller, doll, and blankie (and every other girlie toy she has). She gets into awful fights with Anthony who is always terrorizing her with his boyish ways.
And Alysha is not a biter, but what does is more bossy. She grabs Anthony by the collar and drags him across the room, leaves him there and goes back to her precious dolly (pronounce "duo-yee").
Oh, and her favorite word right now is, "MINE!"
And the mother in me actually feels sorry for this little Golum repertoire she does, I'm sure it's only because I'm her mother.
I mean, she has her little baby that she really tries to take of, keeps it warm with a blankie (even in 35C heat), puts it to sleep and wakes her up 30 times in one minute. If that isn't love... you know, she really cares about her baby.
So of course she's just being protective, right? I even understand. If someone threw MY baby out of the stroller so they could turn it upside down and play with the wheels, I would probably shoot to kill.
Yes, now I know understand how you sympathized with her.
And I'm glad you sympathize with me.
But I also sympathize with Anthony's mom.
I'm torn.
THAT was the longest comment I ever saw.
Sorry.
Ha ha! That's fine, I enjoyed reading it. So Alysha is into dolls too, that's so cute. I hope you don't mind that I put a link to your blog on mine. I should have asked first, sorry about that, so just let me know if you don't want it there.
Oooh, I'm so flattered. Thanks.
I haven't gotten around to adding links yet, but can I add yours?
Just in case I ever get around to doing it?
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