…or at least that’s what Aidan tells me he is. I don’t even know where he heard that! This little guy – he seriously cracks me up with all the random things that come out of his mouth. Another example – the other morning, I noticed Aidan staring intently at my head. I had no idea what he was looking at, so I just stared right back at him. Then he says, “Mama have crazy hair!” Just out of the blue. Uh, thanks Aidy. At least he’s honest – right?!

And then there’s his fascination with sports. My sister, Tanya, tried to tell me that Dan + I did it to him, but I don’t think that’s true. We may have introduced sports into his little world, but he has taken it to a completely new spectrum. For example, in our home, we have every single kind of sporting equipment you can imagine. Football – check. Soccer ball – check. Volleyball – check. Child-size hockey sticks + pucks – check. Child-size golf clubs + balls – check. Basketball (regular size) – check. The list literally could go on and on. We even implemented a rule that no sports may be watched in the morning or right before bed – he just gets too excited. Frantically excited. He’ll say, “Aidy play hockey now on ice.” (The ice is our kitchen floor…because the puck slides better than on the carpet.) Then he’ll say, “Aidy wins! Best player! Where’s Aidy’s trophy? Stanley cup?” No joke. This comes out of his mouth on a regular basis. He has 2 of his own little jerseys, but he’d rather wear his dad’s “real” jerseys, even though they look like dresses on him.

It gets even worse. When I take this child to the park, he doesn’t want to play on the playground – he doesn’t care about the swings or the slides too much. He wants to run the bases on the baseball field, or he wants to play soccer in the real soccer net. He would literally stay out there all day if we let him. Yesterday, I took him to a local park to play soccer with me, and we were there TWO HOURS. I had to make him stop and take drinks. And he didn’t want to leave. So, this is my world. I’m not going to be a soccer mom. I’m going to be a hockey/football/soccer/baseball/etc mom. Try that on for size. I can only imagine what our future holds. In the short term, he’s been enrolled in swimming lessons and gymnastics for many months. When we get back from our vacation to NYC in a couple weeks, we’ll be moving on to soccer. Wish me luck.

A few pics from our trip to the baseball field. Oh lordy.

(And please forgive his, um, outfit. I think he must have picked out his own clothes that day!)