More about The Boy

The Boy likes to line his babies up in an orderly fashion:

but he prefers to pull his books off the shelves into a heap on the floor.

The Boy puts up a mighty struggle when it's time to get undressed, then puts up a mighty struggle when it's time to put clothes back on. (Apparently, he dislikes transitions.)

The Boy likes eggs this week and hates broccoli. Last week, The Boy liked broccoli and hated humus. The week before that, The Boy liked humus and hated eggs.

The Boy is not really interested in using consonants, unless he's saying "banana," which has a couple more Gs and a D that I was previously unaware of.

The Boy eschews the stroller, preferring instead to walk along side it or - even better - to push it himself. This rule is suspended when an offer of food is on the table, in which case he will allow you to strap him in so he can sit and eat. This anything-for-a-snack attitude is the only trait of mine I see in him, though AnnaRay says he reminds her of me more and more every day.

Ok, so I may have some vaguely OCD tendencies that could be reflected in his desire to line things up in an orderly fashion, and there is the crankiness when tired, but other than that I have no idea what she's talking about. I am continually surprised to see what a straight-haired, WASPy looking kid I popped out. He doesn't look like anyone I know, though our next door neighbor said to me just today that he looks like Anna. She's not the first to say it, I'm pleased to report. I guess that's just a testament to the fine job we did in picking the Y half of his genetic material.