Boys Will Be Boys, But Girls Will Be Girls. So what?

Boredom is Luxury
This past weekend was B.O.R.I.N.G. The best kind. I have a saying that "Boredom is a luxury" because you know what? IT IS. If my life is so devoid of stress and worries that when nothing is going on the result is that I am bored then I declare myself to be one Lucky Fuck. Anyway, all we did this weekend was eat good food, hang around outside and grapple with a teething toddler who is fighting a mild cold. Fortunately, the main problem when Arun is sick is that it's harder to get him to sleep, but once he's there, he stays. For the most part, he was in pretty good spirits as long as he was kept entertained.

Spoilsport
I watched the Sopranos last night and have to say that this season is blowing me away. It's going at a slow pace, but is well-crafted and everything feels as if it has a "purpose". One note though, it is never, ever, ever cool for a blogger to say "We had dinner last night and then watched the Sopranos. Oh my God! I can't believe Tony {insert shocking event here}!!" The blogger provided no spoiler alert or even an indication that she was going to discuss the Sopranos! I hadn't watched episode yet and so, the episode the week before last was completely and utterly spoiled for me. Not cool. I know the blogger didn't mean to spoil it, but hello! A little caution, please.

I'm a Dirty Girl
I found a harmless house spider on the floor last week and I let Arun poke it around for awhile before I herded it on a piece of paper to let it outside. Then last night, I found a teeny earthworm and let Arun play with that, as well. But I realized something - well, actually two things. 1) X probably won't be doing those sorts of things for our kids - he is the " doesn't get his hands dirty unless he's cooking" kinda guy. I, the MOTHER, will doing those "in the dirt" things and 2) I will totally be doing the same things for my girl. Sure, I've totally sneaked a peak at the American Girl doll site and am relishing digging out my Barbies and her minions, but nature is pretty fucking cool, too.

Naturally Green (With Envy)
I actually have a bit of a Green Thumb - although, it's probably more of a lime or sage hue, rather than a True Green. But I can totally keep plants alive! Really! I swear! The problem is, I love, LOVE digging in the dirt to plant something. LOVE IT. But weeding? Not so much. Trimming? Not so much. Dead-heading? Not so much. Watering? Not so much. By August, I just want all the shit to die, motherfucker, DIE. But, as you are probably aware, it's still May and I am eying my flowerbeds with an Evil Eye while dreaming of marigolds.

Daddy, Oh!
For the most part, Arun has been all Equal Opportunity when it comes to X and I. There was a very, very brief period of time before he 6 months old when he preferred me to X, but I have to dig deep to even remember that time. When he hit separation anxiety, it really referred to both X and I - he's always been equally soothed by either of us and didn't care as long as one of us was around. Lately, the tide has turned and now Arun would prefer his father to do EVERYTHING. He will carry whatever it is that needs to be done away from me and over to X so that his daddy can do it- his syringe of medicine, his food, his drink, his shoes, his book. Only Daddy will suffice, these days. Mostly, I think it's absolutely adorable because what woman in her right mind wouldn't melt to see her child be so utterly crazy about his father? However, there are times when really, I just wish Arun would let me get it done so we can just BE DONE.