This little son of mine is such a boy. I’m so very pregnant that I’m putting no restraint on him and his boyish interests. His loves to play outside everyday and especially likes to rub his fingers in the mud, barefoot of course. The temperature has dropped to the 60’s, and he still insists on wearing shorts and t-shirt–no sweater whatsoever. Puddles of water? Why he’ll splash all he wants in it then kneels down and gets himself a nice sip of water. Yeah, a little gross. He has to watch his monster truck video every.single.day followed by Diego and it has to be in that order. During nap time, he has to sleep with his three favorite monster trucks. He loves to stomp on ants and little spiders, although he still needs to work on his aim. Somewhere around dinnertime seems to be his nudity time–stripping down to nothing but his shirt. I guess there is something about that freedom. He cracks me up, and I love to watch his sense of independence and his eagerness to keep up with his sister.