I do not understand boys - #2

Boys and girls are different. I'm reminded of this fact every day. I'm coming up on nearly five years of very close observation of the male species (and, no - the previous 20+ years of having a younger brother doesn't count because he came after four sisters and we pretty much girlified the manliness out of him from an early age). Anyway, I digress. I'm always amused by the things that Kenta does that make me scratch my head and think, "Wha.....???". Boys are peculiar creatures sometimes.

For example, Kenta is unable to perform multiple tasks at once. Do not ask him a question while he is driving. He will either wreck the car or completely ignore the fact that you are talking to him. I, on the other hand, am pretty amazing at multi-tasking. I can nurse a baby while dragging a toddler to timeout WHILE I am on the phone. Am I awesome, or am I awesome?

Anyway, a while back we were busy writing thank-you notes for friends who had helped us out after Abigail was born. Kenta and I divided the list up and got to work. I was chatting away as I wrote my notes. After a little while, I noticed that the conversation was very one-sided. I kept talking anyway, until Kenta said:

"Ahhh! Stop talking to me!"

Me - "Why?"

Kenta - "I keep messing up"

Me - "Huh....?"

Kenta - "Yeah. I've already misspelled two words"

Me - "What have you written so far?"

Kenta - " 'Daveys, Thank you' "

Me - "You wrote three words-"

Kenta - "Yes."

Me - "-and you misspelled TWO of them?"

Kenta - "Yes."

Kendall - "....."

Kenta - "...."

Kendall - "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"

....and I pretty much haven't stopped laughing since. I die laughing every time I think about it. And then it reminds me how I always wanted to marry someone who could make me laugh every day. Mission accomplished.

Life would be so boring if we were all girls.

Three months!

That's right. Our baby girl hit the big 0.25 this week. She is getting so big and her little personality is coming out. She loves to observe the world around her. Her little tongue is always sticking out and tasting things: her fist, my shirt, a blankie - if it's close to her mouth, she'll lick it. I forgot how much drool little babies produce.


She is so cute, I almost can't stand it.