Boys! Boys! Boys!

When I had my oldest son I was told how different raising boys were to raising girls. Only having one I did not know the difference. Fast forward almost 9 years (wow he will be 9 on Sunday!) later and how right they were! 


My daughter is a bit of a tom boy. Don't get me wrong she loves to dress up and put on make-up but she can make the worlds best mud pies! (while wearing her princess dress of course)


But her brothers are so very different. She will have me put a band aide on anything and everything. She can tell you where every bump, bruise and scratch came from. Austin usually knows how he got hurt but Roman.........that's another story entirely! 


Roman has always been a tough cookie. At 20 weeks I was hospitalized with very painful Gall stones and preterm labor. His little heart beat never once dipped. He was a preemie (although you would never know it by looking at him) and spent a week in the NICU with air trapped between his lung and chest wall (no idea how to spell the condition). Then when he started to walk he developed a pretty severe bowed leg. Thankfully it has straightened out with his growth spurts and he didn't require surgery. I was a painful process and I think because of all of this he is a very strong little guy when it comes to pain. This is probably the reason he often has a ton of injuries he has no memory of. 


As they get older I think his strength is rubbing off on his older brother. Austin is now unaware of injuries on his arms and legs and just shrugs them off like nothing. I know boys are supposed to be strong and all but it is such an eye-opener seeing the difference in front of me.

Not the best picture of it but this is a black eye Roman had to really think about when telling us how he got it. It took a while but he finally remember telling us (laughing mind you) he ran face first into the arm of the couch. When asked if it hurt or why he didn't tell us he just shrugged and ran off to play.

This is the back of Austin's arm. the pic does not show how much purple is in it. It Just popped up this morning and he was more interested in his breakfast than bothering to wonder where he got the bruise. 


I guess none of this should really be a surprise since i see how they play with each other. Sword fighting and wrestling more than anything else and Roman does love to tackle our 90lb American Bulldog. (She is the best dog and does not mind a bit) It is still one of those things you don't really think about until it is right in front of your face in black and blue................but i wouldn't trade it for anything!