All boy

The oddest thing has happened. Our sweet, kind, gentle baby has turned into a rough, loud, ferocious little boy. He loves nothing more than splashing as wildly as possible in the pool. He puts on his Superman pajamas and announces, "I go faster in these!" I walk outside just in time to here Judybat chastise him for his treatment of a spider: "Sometimes you sit in my chair, but I don't pull your legs off!"

I used to be one of those who believe girls and boys emerge exactly alike, and that it's society that puts them in their hard and fast gender boxes. I still think nurture has a lot to do with the finished product. But ... it's hard for me to look at the little girls playing nicely in the pool and the little boys wandering away from their swim classes to chase shiny objects and not think that our basic makeup is sort of set.

The good news: Junior still prefers pink to just about every color. And you should see his blue glitter nail polish.