My boys are so different. Amby begs to be outside, in the dirt, in the ice or snow or mud. He climbs and scampers. Yesterday I had to change his pants three times. He gets into so much trouble. I love him for it.
Joseph likes to sit and read books about large machinery. If I'm reading him a book about passenger trains, he'll stop me and say, "May I pretend?" I try to always say yes. He takes the book from me, then traces tracks and the movement of the trains with his fingers, making puffing and chuffing sounds the whole time.
I love him for it.
One boy loves the dirty fun, one loves the clean. Sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong that made them such polar opposites. Maybe it's the age? Maybe it's temperament? Maybe one should be more like the other? Should I push Amby to be more interested in books and Joe to get his knees scraped up a little more?
Ah. I don't know the answer. But if I did, I'm sure I'd be filthy rich.
Linking up with Cari for Theme Thursday: Dirt.