My nephew came over for a couple of hours today. He and Matilda adore each other and play really well together, Freya was a little left out, and sometimes she got a little squished, but she hung in there.
Matilda and her cousin are the same age, born only thirty days apart. And they are so different from each other. In the three hours that he was here they did about a million different things, most of which involved climbing, wrestling, jumping, or running.
I know it's a stereotype to say that boys are wilder than girls, but as far as I can tell, it's true, at least when it comes to Matilda and my nephew. The boy was literally bouncing off the walls, running through doors and climbing things the entire time he was here.
I seriously don't know how his parents cope with him. He's a wonderful, smart, loving kid, but man, just thinking about what he might jump off of next was enough to make my shoulders as tight as steel. I guess I am just too used to my girls who, while they enjoy a good "let's wrestle while we go down the slide and then jump off" game once in a while, also spend hours serving tea to each of their dolls and stuffed animals.
Next time he comes over I'll be ready. I'll set up some huge project in the backyard, something that involves throwing things, poking sticks in the dirt, and a lot of running around...