Prepare yourselves, dear friends - I have some news to share.
Boys are different than girls.
Seriously different.
Two and three year old boys are about as different from two and three year old girls as you can get.
When we walk into the daycare at the gym, the girls can be found huddled together - talking, coloring, playing imaginative games with the toys.
The boys on the other hand?
The only interactions they seem to be interested in making are:
chasing each other
stealing toys from each other
irritating each other.
My boys have more physical energy than I ever imagined possible.
"I am happy to run" says the Big Boy, and it's true. The kid loves to run.
This weekend we took them, once again, to the woods.
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In the woods, they run, laugh, and
most importantly they do not fight, whine or otherwise irritate me or each other.
I can't explain it, but it's true.
The Big Boy runs away from us at full speed until he exhausts himself, bending over and resting his hands on his knees like a professional sprinter - then after a few moments, he straightens up and runs back to us,
"I was running so fast!" he says.
"I know, Bud! I saw you." I say.
Then poof, he's off again.
He must have run at least double the distance we walked with these back-and-forth dashes.
Something happens to them in the woods, I can't explain it. Give them a wooded trail and they are happy.
Me, on the other hand? I'd rather be at home drinking tea and making a craft - but these boys? Oh, no. I will be needing to invest in warm clothes and good sneakers because these boys, they are happy to run.