That's what little boys are made of

After Chris’s parents and brother came and left, Luke definitely missed the nonstop testosterone that had been surrounding him during the days with Greg and Ryan here. My son is turning into a BOY. Not a soft-skinned, cooing baby, but a real live boy. And he would rather be outside getting dirty than inside playing with toys. But it’s a million degrees out and we’re less than a month away from getting a good yard. So when we’re not at the pool or the gym or a playdate, we’re styling princess dolls and playing Candyland inside. Sorry, Buddy. It’s HOT out.

But when Chris comes home, he can barely get one foot in the door before Luke runs at him and throws his hefty-baby body at him and starts laughing. YEA! Another BOY! Save me from these crazy women.

And it really warms my heart that Luke is having this love affair with his Dad. Because Taylor has definitely always reached for me and runs for Mama when she’s happy or upset. Always has. But Luke... Luke just wants Chris. And my sweet husband can’t get enough. In fact, the other night after dinner, Chris realized he needed to grab a few home improvement project supplies before the next day, and because the boy immediately started shrieking and reaching for his Dad at the threat of being left at home with Taylor and me for the second time that day, Chris took him with. And they had a blast. 

And not only is he good at picking out lumber, but Luke is having a blast being out in the garage while Chris is working on house stuff. I’m not saying he’s the best Helper, as most of Chris’s hammers and nails have ended up in the garbage can, but he is having the time of his life. They both are. The little guy just follows the big guy around, touching different things and babbling and swinging his arms in excitement. It’s male bonding. Sweaty, awesome male bonding.

And the other day, after spending a few hours outside together, Chris brought Luke inside and peeled the little guy’s shoes off and a funky smell radiated off of them. And then I grabbed my son and breathed in the sweaty, dirty smells of his hair and my heart broke a little bit... He smelled like a BOY. Not a sweet smelling infant, but a stinky little man. And even though that boy-smell isn’t nearly as intoxicating as the silky baby lotion scent he has after baths, it was still pretty lovely. Because it came off of him.