I have always said that I want all boys. Deep down, I am convinced that, should I have a girl, she would be a girly girl. I am as far from a girly girl as a woman can get. As a kid, I played with the boys - I climbed trees and played in the muddy creek. I would not know what to do with a girly girl...let's face it...tea parties are pretty boring. And I don't own a single pair of heels in which she could play dress-up!
So I had boys. Dom loves sports and trains, trucks and balls. Unfortunately, he has a wide streak of prissiness, too. He can't stand to get wet. Even in the bathtub, he freaks out if water splashes into his face. Walks in the rain? Puddlejumping? Those can't happen here. He takes one look outside, says, "Too wet!" and runs back into the house.
Because he is a preschooler (it still feels weird to say that instead of baby), he loves to squish his hands into messes. He loves Moonsand and Playdough. He likes to help me shape cookies. But the moment fun time is over, he immediately starts to whine while holding his hands out to me. "Messy! Mommy! Messy! Wash hands!"
If Dom gets food or paint or marker on his clothes, he freaks out. Lollipops, ice cream and chocolate must all be eaten with a wipe in hand, because he must have each sticky spot wiped away as it appears. God forbid he be expected to lick the offending sweetness from his hand. When I suggest it, he says, "Ewww, Mommy! Yucky!"
It seems that, no matter what sort of child a Mommy wants (a rough and tumble, messy boy in my case), she will get something completely different (like a boy who despises messiness). And, since my boy is healthy and happy, I will stock up on Handiwipes and stain removal pens. And patience.