All Boy

Each day James does something to remind me that he is ALL BOY.  A wild, rambunctious, loud, physical, silly, boy. 
Thinking back to Anna as a baby, she was by no means a docile, quiet child, but the memories I have make me realize she was a girly girl baby from the start.  Between the two of them, it is hard to not believe that gender differences are ingrained in us from the get-go.

Whereas Anna enjoyed being outside as a baby, she also was (and still is) content to sit and color a picture or do a puzzle.  James, on the other hand, points and squeals at the door everytime we get near it, groans when we pass it, sits patiently to have his shoes put on, and pretty much flings himself out of your arms once the door is opened.  He LOVES to be outside.  To just wander, pick up leaves, shout at dogs, and run.  He pushes the "big kid" bikes and scooters, turning a nose up at the pint-sized trike he could be riding.  (I know he's still young for coloring and puzzles!).

He also has no fear which has led to multiple close encounters with the sidewalk and driveway and some pretty impressive forehead goose eggs.  He also is too curious for his own good and has eaten soap and bugs, discovered where the laundry detergent is stored; he strives to reach the water dispenser on the refrigerator, pushes chairs and stools to aid him in his climbing efforts, opens every cabinet, and has a magnetic draw to the dishwasher and oven.  The oven is rather worrisome...

I climb on everything.

I'm hoping this early experience with soap leads James to have a clean mouth...

Admiring the neighbor's gear.

Stretching his independent legs.

A pro at wearing food

There's always time to flirt with pretty gals

LOTS of bumps and bruises

T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

Outside + Water = Heaven