I can't manage to keep up a blog of my own, but every once in a while I feel the urge to ramble on about random topics to people I may or may not know. These moments of motivation usually center around topics that frequently appear on this page anyhow, sooooo Papa-Lu is letting me contribute when the mood strikes.
Recently, I just wanted to say that we are born into our gender roles, not programmed into them.
This was brought home the other day when his father let out a resounding belch, and Matthew burst into laghter. Not simply a little amused smile, but a delighted belly laugh. I didn't teach him that. And, again, last night when Chris was bouncing him on the couch cusions. I have done this before with little response from Matthew. Last night however, Papa-Lu was bouncing him so hard I was worried about whiplash, but Matthew was squealing in delight. He already loves to play rough with Poppy.
I knew I had given birth to a son, but I had no idea he would be a boy so soon. Of course, when not wearing ducky yellow, he is often seen in baby or cubby blue, so perhaps he was programmed after all.
THAT'S MY NEPHEW!!! Baby's first Christmas may have to include some Three Stooges videos!