To the left is an image of Baby Boy's favorite activity. He loves pushing things around. Doesn't really matter what it is: a box of diapers, a foot stool, walkers, toy cars, kitchen chairs, or his box of building blocks if he can push it he will.
Baby Boy has logged in many laps around the main floor of our house. Lately, our home has been filled with the sound of him pushing a turned-over foot stool around. A subtle scrape of vinyl rubbing acroos tile is followed by a tiny gasp of air as the cushion collides with a floor divider and then the high pitched squeal of Baby Boy echoes through the house. Why the squeal you ask? The foot stool is momentarily stuck. Baby Boy is frustrated and lets the world know. But, then he readjusts his direction and the stool makes it's way over the divider and once again the house is soothed by the sounds of scraping vinyl.
Mom and I are making predictions that Baby Boy will be a linebacker based upon his love for pushing things about. It ought to carry well into a position that requires you to move lineman out of your way. We get a big kick out of imagining hearing a high pitched squeal coming from the field each and everytime a lineman doesn't quite move as he Baby Boy wants. We will proudly turn to the other spectators in the stand and say, "That's my boy."
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