When you are pregnant, there seems to be this idea that people want a little boy or little girl. When I got asked the question all the time I had no idea. Boys and girls are completely different. They both have their own fun things about them, as well as not so fun things.

When it comes to names, a similar thing happens. Everybody wants to know what you are gonna name it whether it’s a boy or a girl. Funny thing is, I came up with a name for a boy right off the bat. But, I just couldn’t find a girl name that seemed to fit my little peanut at the time. It was like something inside of me knew my boy was a boy from the get go.

By the time the anatomy scan came due I had already removed my self from the toxic situation I was in, thank goodness. However, with 1 uncle out of state and the other being one that travels a lot for work and has his own kids to worry about, I was kind of worried about my boy not having a man around to kind of look up to.

Here is where I may be about to trigger some people. I was worried that he wouldn’t be “boy” enough. Yes, that sounds weird but boys and girls are different and are different for a reason. I’m not saying I didn’t want him to play dolls or be “girly”, but rather just not a boy.

Many of you will probably say that I am part of the problem of “toxic masculinity” because I have the view point that boys are boys and girls are girls. That is fine, believe all you want but I do believe you can be a man’s man without being a prick, jerk, tool, feel free to insert whatever word you want there.

Back to the point of this post, once my boy started moving around and developing his own little personality I soon realized that he came out with enough boy in him that I no longer worry about it so much. He likes just about every type of sport there is. He loves to get dirty and couldn’t care less if he takes a bath or not. (Don’t worry, he does) The boy is always getting into everything it seems and runs around bouncing off of walls and the floor and anything else that gets in his path without a care in the world. Let me tell ya, he is one tough cookie.

Another aspect of his boy-ism is that he is proud when he passes gas. He has gotten to the point where every time he does he says “I fart like my uncle (insert name)” and does so with the biggest smile on his face.

He also likes to just jump, crawl, and waller around on top of people. He calls it “playing rough”. Let me tell ya something, it is playing rough too cause he weighs almost 50 lbs but you can’t tell it just by looking. He is one strong boy if I say so myself.

Now, as he grows more and more boy-isms appear. Last night just happened to be one of them. So, we get to ride the bus with the girl’s basketball team at our school for away games. This due to the fact that my mother still keeps the books, which she started doing when I played on the team over 10 years ago.

Anywho, we are sitting there in the gym waiting for the game to start back up between quarters and Zackary looks up at me, back to the floor, then back to me and asks “Where are the cheerleaders?” We have zero cheer leaders in our family but yet, this little boy knows about them. I can already see it now, my boy is gonna be a heartbreaker. I mean, I am a little bias but he is a cutie and oh so sweet when he wants to be.

Boy, am I in for a fun ride or what?!?!