Monday, April 12, 2010

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

Lately the peanut has been moving around SO much. He kicks me all the time. Spiderman says it's because he's starting his Ninja training. This past weekend Spiderman and I went to register for Ninja Baby's shower.

I thought it would be fun. I can't believe how wrong I was. It was completely overwhelming to realize how much crap something so little can need. And I realized that I had NO idea what we'd need. We spent an hour and a half looking baby stuff. Strollers, high chairs, diaper bags. We argued most of the time because Spiderman wanted to scan most of the store. He even scanned every single Baby Einstein video ever made because he wants Ninja Baby to be smart. Yeah. I know.

After I couldn't take any more of it, we went to lunch. The section we sat down in had several children in it. There was a little girl about three sitting in her booster chair quietly eating her fries and chicken strips. Then there were the little boys. Two brothers were running up and down the aisle fighting and shouting and one of them even shoved me as I was coming back from the bathroom. Another little boy spent the entire time either laying on the floor or across his mother's lap screaming like a siren. There was another set of brothers closest to us, one in a high chair and the other about 7 yrs old. The older brother spent the entire time poking, and bothering his little brother causing him to giggle and screech.

I looked from the little girl to the rowdy boys. That was when I realized that not only were we seated in the bad little boy section, but that I was going to be having one.

A rowdy boy.

Oh. My. God.

What am I going to do? Is it inevitable? Am I deluding myself in thinking that he will ever sit and play with his cars quietly? Maybe I'm just freaking out, but this thought terrifies me.

All you mothers of little boys out there, help me out. Tell me I can handle it.

Please.

8 comments:

Becky Durham said...

You can definitely handle it. Boys are...energetic, usually, but you will be fine. Girls are tricky in their own way, so don't be thinking the quiet little girls are easier.

You'll be an awesome mom!

MelADramatic Mommy said...

I thought the same thing. Boys can be, a challenge, but it's always fun. When my niece was little, no of us could handle her for very long. It really does depend on the kid.

Don't get too caught up in the "consumerism" of having a baby if you can. If I had to do it all again, I'd keep it much simpler.

That said, people love to spoil babies, especially first ones. If all the "stuff" comes from someone else, by all means, take it! LOL!

Heidi said...

I have three nephews and one niece, and the girl is worse than the boys, believe it or not. She's the one scaling the fridge or climbing the chair or screaming through the house. It depends on the kid though..

You'll be able to handle it; never fear!

BookishPenguin said...

Funny, I'm having a boy, too, and was having these exact same thoughts with the exact same "puppy dog tails" poem going through my head. I'm looking forward to it, though... when I'm not worried about it. LOL

readsalot said...

Granted I am not a mom, but I do have a younger brother. We both used to play rough but we both could play quietly on our own too. He used to play with his GI Joe's in his room making up stories and would be quiet as a mouse.

On a side note, anytime I see kids running around like crazed demons in public, I pray that we don't end up with one like that someday.

JackeeG4glamorous said...

You were so close with your brother when you were growing up. He wasn't any more gregarious than you. Boys can be so very sweet too. Not all boys are awful out in public.

Kristin said...

It totally depends on the kid, the moment, what's going on around, if the kid is tired, if the moon is in the right spot in the sky... ya, its not just a boy thing (though sometimes it is).

JenMKWhite said...

Yep! Your in for it! I loved Mn shift when I was preg. Drinking oj on the unit and feeling my Ninja attempt to JUMP right out of my belly! Passers by could only see the fuss and know I had a boy in there. Even now O.j. makes my little Logan climb the walls...he is very active...moral of the story...switch to milk.:)