Boys will be Boys

I want to talk about someone who is very dear to my heart today. First I'll give you a little background, this person is very special not only because he's my boy, but because he's a boy. What does that even mean, you ask? Well, in both Husband's and my family there is only one boy. Three girls in my family, four girls in Husband's. There just aren't a lot of boys around, even our nieces outweigh the nephews 2 to 1. So not to say that we don't love our girls, because we so do, but The Boy is special. And boy is he special!
After having two girls, I thought boys couldn't be all that different, but no; they ARE different. I noticed from the first day he was born, that boys are not like girls. By the way they smell, the way they eat, the way they look. Different.
I want to share with you some of the things about The Boy I love.

I LOVE when we're laying in bed and he's laughing and smiling and we're playing peek-a-boo or something that all of a sudden the smile will leave his face and its like his mouth is being forced toward my skin by some unseen lazerbeam, and he just HAS to suck on my arm or my cheek or whatever--like he has no control over it whatsoever.
I LOVE that he loves to eat, my girls are fairly petite but I adore chubby babies and my son has rolls like my girls never had! LOVE it!
I LOVE when I've rocked him to sleep and after awhile I adjust my arms and he momentarily wakes up, looks up to my face, smiles the most angelic smile, and then his eyes roll back in his head. It makes me all tingly inside.
I LOVE that he is such a rocker. He has always liked to bounce, move, rock back and forth, since the time he was born. We'd put him in his bouncy seat and it was automatic, his right leg would start to kick to make the seat move--so cute! And now that he can crawl and stand up, he's always shaking his groove thang, he's got such a cool personality!
I LOVE that he loves to feel skin. Every once in awhile if my shirt isn't all the way down after nursing, he'll find my belly button and just pick at it. While that may sound disgusting, his face is so full of curiosity and humor that it just cracks me up! And his new found interest? My cleavage. There's a true boy for ya right there. ;)
One of the things I love most about The Boy is his eyes. There is something in his eyes that makes me feel like he is an old soul. Like he understands far more than he should. Mischief in those eyes, and it just makes me love him all the more!
It was a long road to get this boy and we are absolutely enamored with him and so thankful he's ours.
And right now he's all curled up in my lap and I can't help but kiss his sweet little bald head as many times as possible because I just know, the time will be gone far too soon!