No longer a disbeliever...

I never really took the "Oh, you are having a boy? It's a whole new world." comments very seriously while I was pregnant with Charlie. After all, I am in the education field, I work with children everyday, I know the difference between boys and girls. Boys are active, they like to run, throw, play and get dirty. Girls like to color, they will sit in your lap and let you play with their hair, they will watch a full episode of Sesame Street and wash their hands after using the potty. I thought I had a few years before I had to brace myself for the "boyness" of a son. Uh, I miscalculated the timeline. Charlie is a grabber and he doesn't just grab to see what things feel like, he grabs to see what they taste like. The girls used to pick up random objects and look at them. Every once in awhile (read RARELY) did they put those objects in their mouths. Charlie will pick up a random object and doesn't even bother to glance at it before putting it in his mouth. Nothing is safe with that child. We often misjudge the length of his arms. We move objects to a safe distance and he manages to grab them anyway. Just the other night he managed to dump the last remnants of my margarita on to me and himself. His onesie smelled strongly of tequila (don't judge) and we were both fairly sticky on the ride home.
Jeff took him to his 6 month check up and he reported that C destroyed the paper on the table (honestly, who doesn't), grabbed the dr.'s stethoscope with both hands and pulled and managed to grab various other objects during his examination. He also proceeded in getting one of the band aids off his leg and into his mouth by the time they reached the elevator.
Life will never be dull with this precious boy, the fun has just begun.