Have you ever heard the phrase “boy brain”?

When I was young, I used to hear my mother say this about my older brothers, and when warranted she would say it about my dad. (If you are reading this, I love you Daddy.)

I started telling my daughter this when she would get upset about something her brother did.

I remember Sophia at about three years old looking at her brother and saying, “what’s wrong with him?? it’s he’s boy brain again momma!” (She had issues with those pronouns.)

After my son started walking, it didn’t take long for me to learn just how destructive little boys can be. I was preparing my home for guests to arrive. I was scurrying around the house lighting candles, wiping up messes.  

Sophia is two years older than Troy, but even when she was his age, she was not near as destructive as he is. He climbs on everything and if he gets his grubby little hands on something consider it ruined! I don’t know how many countless collectibles, figurines and pictures frames he has destroyed? I have seen my Willow Tree Collection greatly dwindle since his birth, I think one of my “praying sisters” has bite marks on her head.

So, while I was running around cleaning my daughter sat quietly with a book on the couch. She was dressed in a pink sundress and had her hair in bows. She was darling. Excited for the company to arrive, we chatted about the things she was going to talk to our guests about. 

My son… climbed onto the table and like it was in slow motion, I saw his tiny foot with that little brown sandal knock my coffee mug off the table and onto the ground. It went all over the floor but this child is precise in his aim, it went all over the tile, the carpet, the wall, and the ceramic cup even hit his sister on the foot! She screamed and I ran over to check her foot. While I ran to check and make sure there was “no blood” my son climbs off of the chair and proceeds to lay in the coffee and smear it all over the ground. Like he was making a coffee angel, or devil.  Now not only does the tile need cleaned, the carpet scrubbed, the wall wiped down, his clothes need to be changed and we all three smell like french vanilla coffee. In a matter of seconds my world of candles and company destroyed with one swift move of his tiny foot.

What is wrong with him!!!??

Oh yea, it’s his BOY BRAIN!

 
I won’t stress you with more boy brain stories but one more just for proof the boys are completely different creatures!

I was occupied a few weeks ago taking my daughter to the potty (always the “potty distraction”,that may be the next blog). I left the pantry door open, something that would have been tottaly irrelivant two years earlier.  In the short few moments that I wasn’t watching him he got into the pantry and opened a giant bag of rice and dumped it all over the pantry floor.

He didn’t stop there, no no..

I caught him running through the kitchen, living room and dining room with handfuls of rice throwing them into the air like he was celebrating at a wedding. It looked like he was in fast forward… zooming around the kitchen with his tiny legs carrying him as fast as they could, his hands grabbing rice and flinging it across the house.

What’s wrong with him!!!??

Now, I refuse to believe that this is a lack of discipline for my last baby, not to mention my only sweet little momma’s boy… I’ll just blame it on his BOY BRAIN!
 
Food for thought: According to Producer’s Rice Mills,(http://www.producersrice.com/rice/facts.html), there are over 29,000 grains in a pound of long grain white rice. This was a 10lbs bag…. that’s over 290,000 grains of rice that were all over my house.