Houston, We have a problem...

Today Titus was adamant that I put his sister's Dora the Explorer backpack on him. He was being very particular: Big Boy underwear, no shirt, no shoes, and loaded up with the backpack (strapped on both shoulders). And once he was outfitted just so, he would hold on to both of the hanging remainder strap pieces and make this steady "boy" sound. I don't know how to describe it other than one of the many "boy" sounds little boys make instead of using words. I looked at him and thought, 'Oh, he's trying to be like a rocket ship. Like one of those men, at the halftime show of the Rose Bowl, with one of those packs on that shoots them into the sky.' And so I said, "You're like a rocket ship, blast off!" He just looked at me and said "Nooooo!" and kept walking. I thought, 'Okay, maybe not.' He continued around the house for quite a long time with the backpack and sound. Finally, I saw the light, and I realized what he was being-remember I am new to being a boy mom, so, these types of situations do not come naturally yet. A rocket launch pad was certainly not necessary for his imagination on this day, because my son was being a gardener...a leaf blowing gardener.

I am happy to report we have not a single leaf on the floor of our house. Big Son blew them all away with his Big Boy underwear and pink Dora backpack. Thatta boy!