Well Princess has officially been in school for a whole week. You know what that means? Means I’m basically an expert at it now.
Simple science, just how it works.
In case any of you haven’t noticed, I talk a lot about my daughter and my wife a lot more than I talk about my little dude. Reason being is simple: he doesn’t talk. He’s barely over one and our conversations usually go along these lines:
Rex: NANA!
Me: okay, you want a banana?
Rex: NANA!!!
Me: okay okay, here you go *hands him a banana.*
Rex: *throws banana on the floor. Dog is instantly grateful for this bounty* NANA!!!
Me: *panicking* oh, so no banana? Well what the heck does nana mean?! Do you want some yogurt?
Rex: NANA!!!!*begins to cry*
Me: *proceeds to offer him each individual food available in house in attempt to appease his wrath.*
Rex: *sobs and screams while repeatedly yelling* NANA!!!!!
Me: *Offers him wallet, clothes off of own back, and all worldly possessions. Offers left kidney. Offers burnt sacrifices in his glorious name. Everything fails. World burns. Apocalypse. Boom, explosions. Begins to cry too.*
Rex: *finds one of momma’s shoes. Proceeds to chew on it. Stops crying.*
End scene
It’s hard to have stories that are shareable about him because he isn’t a cheesy ham like his sister. My boy is, well, like me: simple. We both like naps, food, and his momma. He screams for food, I manage to postpone the apocalypse for a season, he’s the happiest little dude on the planet, he falls asleep, wakes up hungry and repeat. So, quite frankly, I have more funny stories about his sister just simply based off of the fact that his sister and I have had actual conversations.
But my alone time with him has made me realize just how different the two are. My time with Princess usually consists of a tea party, a piggyback ride, reading “The Hobbit,” (I am not joking, my three year old likes me to read her “The Hobbit”), or finding the prettiest bow to put in her hair for that minute. Rex has different tastes. He likes to chase me, give me high fives, throw anything within reach as hard as he can, and, my favorite game, squeal “DADDA” before running at me with his arms open so I can give him a hug. I never quite appreciated it until we spent some one on one bro time together, but he is way more into physical engagement than his sister was. Don’t know if that’s just a girl versus boy thing or what, but his sister definitely wasn’t the “huggy” type at his age. She was more of the “call me cheeky and demand that I put her down” type.
Got me thinking about all the dude stuff we will have to do while we wait for his sister to get out of school. Snacking, grocery shopping (totally a dude thing), talking about bananas, sucking thumbs, teaching him how to shave,
Well, maybe not that one yet. Anyways, he’s been my little buddy the past week and I’m sort of glad we are getting this time together. He loves it too since he now gets to play with his sister’s toys without her throwing a complete and utter fit. I miss my Princess while she’s gone, but at least I got my little Rex.
Not gonna lie, this entire post may have been an excuse just to post that picture.
But that’ll wrap up this short musing for today. Stay classy, stay safe, and, above all else,
Stay grumpy.
The Grumpy Nerd Dad 