Parenting a boy
Seth likes puzzles and digging in the dirt and making noise. He is not as crafty as his sisters, unless you show him how the craft will make a noise.
He is in love with me and sometimes wants to marry me, although he usually says he’ll marry his little sister. Savannah would tell him he might go to jail for that though.
I shudder to think how crazy and rough he’d be if Savannah and Arwen were boys. They keep him grounded, but he’s due for a play date with his buddy Jack down the street. Jack is also the little brother of an 8 year old girl, so they hit it off well, jumping up and down and laughing at nothing obvious.
Anymore, he takes a lot of delight in doing the opposite of what I say, and he does this with a smile, but his elder sister did the same at this age. In fact, she’s 8 and just did this, running into the bathroom when she knows I want 2 minutes of privacy please! So the orneriness is not gender specific. But when I tell the children to slow down with supper, enjoy your food, I say, the girls “get me.” Seth stuffs his cheeks full of green grapes, (it only takes 3) grunting, pointing at his mouth, and, I’m pretty sure, smiling.
He is closer to Daddy than he used to be, as usually happens and should happen… bike rides and video games and a whole lot more rough housing than Mama can tolerate. Daddy is in Japan right now. Yesterday when I closed the garage door after the garage had cooled off. Seth jumped up and ran to the door saying, “Daddy’s home!” No, not yet, in a few days :)