We officially have a boy in the house. How do I know this?
Wrestling. As in full-on body slams, and if you're really lucky, a spit/snot noogie all over your face.
Mike loves it. Elena and I? We were not prepared. Poor Elena, she's just curled up on the couch, nose in her latest book, and HIII-YAAAAH! Attack of the baby brother. The drippage of any kind of bodily fluid on her sends her over the edge. And just when you think he couldn't go any lower, the hair-pulling begins. As for me, I'm getting used to it. It's nice to know that if Eli's cranky, all I have to do is lie down on the floor and let the pummeling begin. Instant entertainment. Now that I think about it, that would probably work if Mike was cranky, too. But that's a whole other post.
I’m a fan of both kinds of wrestling myself, Angie.