Seriously, sometimes I marvel that I am the mom of three boys. I wasn't really a tom-boy - I played with baby dolls, pretended all the time, and mothered my younger siblings. So, this boy thing is a new experience.
I'm shocked that even at 6 months, Titus would much rather play with his brothers' cars than the cute, bright colored baby toys. And I'm a little tired of having to remind my big boys about what we say and don't in regards to bathrooming and the like...you get the idea. Their idea of fun is wrestling and making loud noises. They note every car, truck, train, or plane of interest on the road (or in the sky) and pour over the newspaper and magazines to let us know what cars they like. And they love to dress in suit coats like Daddy and strut their stuff.
Perhaps what has amazed me the absolute most is their protectiveness. At 3 1/2, my boys want to take care of me. If Calvin sees a car coming, he will put his arm in front of me and tell me to wait. If they see me in pain, I'm showered with kisses and offered band-aids. They assure me that they will stay with me forever - especially Patrick. And they eagerly help with things around the house (unless that happens to be cleaning up their toys :)).
I am so blessed by their eagerness and their unconditional love and I know that some day they will make most excellent boyfriends and husbands - you know, not that I'm biased or anything. Until then, I'm going to hang on to the hope that they really will stay with me forever because I like it that way. And I'm really not ready for them to grow up - good thing they're only 3. :)
By the way...can anyone explain why my oldest son put on 5 pairs of underwear this morning? I think he wanted to make me laugh...he succeeded. :)