I find the difference between girl and boy babies so so funny! My friends with girl babies enjoy quiet reading time, shopping trips and playing nicely at various fun kid hotspots. My son enjoys throwing things, running very fast towards trucks, dumping any sort of liquid drink all over himself and trying to splash the water in the toilet. I really and truly don't understand how I am not a size double zero with the amount of running, chasing and truck playing I do on a daily. I guess maybe the fact that I am on a steady diet of grilled cheese and mocha frappucinos (with an add-shot of espresso!) may be the culprit! Anyway, Ollie loves nothing more than to push a cozy coupe, scooter or any other moving vehicle around and around and around the playground. He literally has a massive stroke when he sees a firetruck and often will just stand and stare at one parked on the street.
I remember talking to an old friend I met in college, who was very interested in gender roles and how they are a social construct.... then she birthed three giant baby boys! Now her life is knee deep in trucks and hockey and constantly cleaning the bathroom with Clorox wipes! I'm sure she exposed her boys to dolls and gender neutral toys in the beginning, before the boy in boy mom took over and she just gave in to the mud, trains and soccer balls! I really and truly believe this vehicle obsession is imprinted in their DNA!
The flirting is a whole other ballgame! He will bat those long eye lashes and flirt with any woman in sight, whether she is 10 or 75. He is an equal opportunity flirt. There is a Starbucks in the bottom of our building and he is a fave among the barista ladies! It actually is kinda cool to stroll in there at 9am and hear "Hi Oliver" come from 5 different girls, while the rush hour coffee customers watch, annoyed that their latte may be delayed due to the lovefest!
I also believe that picky eating and the male toddler species go hand and hand. I've heard many friends with girls proudly exclaim their baby's love for salmon, edamame and quinoa! Ollie is on a very strict all white diet- carbs with a side of carbs and a sprinkling of cookies or watermelon. I will slave over a fun new meal where I've hidden something nutritional and Mr. detective will simply touch it with his finger and know he is not remotely interested. I think his little fingers have a cookie detector, as he is open to cookies of all textures!
Soooo, I go to fancy cafes and buy grilled cheeses on amazing sprouted bread with artisanal cheese and pressed in the most perfect panini maker on the planet. Like today, I needed to go to the Apple store to replace my iphone (on iphone #3 this year due to Oliver Patrick!). I was thinking he would nosh while I worked with my Apple Genius and thought of an idyllic exchange with a quiet baby in an air conditioned store to escape this 97 degree weather! This is how it went - Ollie flipped out and wanted to get out of the stroller, then man-handled every ipad on display on the third floor of the glass encased store. He almost launched his sippy cup up over the glass wall and down three flights until I caught it, like a red sox catcher. He then almost outran me to the top of the narrow glass staircase. UGHHHH! Finally, I got him in the stroller and strapped him in. I think the heat helped me out, as he gave up the fight. I presented the $12 grilled cheese and hoped for a nice round 2.
As my nerves settled a bit and my Genius arrived with my new phone. The grilled cheese was launched onto the floor. Ummmm, did anyone see that, or can I just hand it back to him? Tap tap on the shoulder: "Ma'am your baby's sandwich is on the floor." DAMN!
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