Michael declared himself an official big boy last week. "Mommy, now that I'm an official big boy I think I can make my own lunch." Lord only knows what that would look like. My guess is lunch would be marshmallows and fishie crackers. But official big boy status also comes with good things, like he finally gets himself dressed in the morning without much of an argument. Sometimes pants are on backwards, socks are forgotten, and I have to remind him that we don't wear t-shirts in November, but it is something and I'm not complaining. Yesterday he wore his pants backwards all day "because he liked it that way." My new parenting motto: pick your battles.
Michael finds it fascinating that I paint my nails and has been asking me for a long time to paint his. "Mommy, now that I'm an official big boy can you paint my nails?" he asked me on Saturday. I couldn't think of a reason I couldn't, other than, you know, he's a BOY. I asked Doug if he cared and he assured me he didn't. So on Saturday afternoon while I should have been getting ready for a charity dinner, I was doing this.
I don't think he is going to be having too much of a gender identity crises.
At this point, I'd like that to be the biggest of our issues.