not my kid. not that he is above this. just wanted to be clear
Becoming a boy mom after being a mom to two girls is an exercise in constantly being surprised. First of all because after years of all things pink and princess, we are all things swords and trucks. And second of all because I have spent my life being a girl, being a boy is just so…… “other”.
He is my buddy every day. Yes, we have the baby now, but she is gone a lot at various appointments with her mom so Silas and I get a lot of time together. And we spend most of it snuggling and laughing. This boy cracks. me. up.
Silas has a reputation for hating pants. He prefers to run around in his underwear and I am pretty sure if he had his way he would prefer to live at a nudist colony. It has gotten to the point where our social worker will pretend to be surprised if she comes over and Silas has pants on. Thankfully that doesn’t seem to be a reason to call CPS.
Today we were outside enjoying an 80 degree day (apparently we have skipped spring and moved straight to summer) and Silas announced he had to go potty. He is super independent so I continued to sit in the driveway soaking up some much needed Vitamin D and he ran inside.
He came back out a few minutes later completely naked from the waist down with his pants in his hands and a devilish grin on his face. Before I can say anything he smiles and says “Wait mom, I know what you’re thinking.”
If this is 3 1/2, I can’t wait to see what 4 brings.