Chasin' Mason: [BOY MOMS] Kary from Always Painted, Usually Chipped

Monday, January 20, 2014

On Mondays we wear blue…and green and grey and lumberjack plaid and stripes. My boy and I wear a lot of stripes!

Hi, I’m Kary and I blog over at Always Painted, Usually Chipped (although since having my son, the name should probably be changed to Rarely Painted, Often Chipped). I am a boy mom and I love it!

When I was pregnant I was really leaning towards “boy”. It felt like a boy and I really wanted a boy. My husband also really, really wanted a boy. Then we went in for a check and upon hearing the heartbeat the nurse told us that it was in the “girl” range. Dang. We knew it wasn’t proof, but from that point on I just assumed I was having a girl.

I’ve never been a tom boy, but I’ve never been a girly girl either. I fall somewhere smack in the middle. I can hang with the girls, but the thought of all the girly drama and the bows (oh, the horror of the bows) was not something that I was looking forward to. When I thought I was having a girl I talked myself into being excited about it. I can do bows! I can do ruffles! Bring on the glitter (in moderation!!).

Then we went for a follow up ultrasound at 15 weeks and they asked us if we wanted to know what we were having. I was shocked that they could tell so early, but casually said, “sure” since we kind of already knew. When the nurse said “boy” it was like a wave of relief hit me. No bows!! No glitter!! My husband’s face was priceless. He was getting his boy!!!

Now that my son is here it totally makes sense why his heart rate was in the higher “girl” range. He never stops moving. My 14 month old is a wild child. Our days are filled with running and sliding and playing. He is more content to push his stroller and to pull his wagon than to actually relax and take a ride. I like to call him “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Contained” (Harry Potter fans, you’ll get that).

We play with trucks, dig in the dirt (eat the dirt on occasion), and our rock collection is extensive. Leaves are treasures and naps are overrated. We wrestle and do flips on the bed, somersaults are a must, and chasing the cats is a favorite activity.

The first animal sound that Reed learned was the lion, “ROOOOOARRR!” Some of his first words include poop, butt, hop and snack. We will spend hours in the yard, in the hopes that we’ll see the garbage truck and then we’ll chase it all the way around the circle. If we get a bonus horn honk our day is made.