Bamm-Bamm, Walking Like a Dinosaur

Ian, my oldest was named partly after a Scottish warrior,  Ian Wallace.  (William Wallace:  Braveheart.  Truth be told, it was the Mel Gibson movie that sold us!)  But with Ian, the name holds true... the lad is a born warrior.  Always has been, since birth.  All shoulders and thighs, and fierce determination, with a heart of gold and sweetness that could bring tears to your eyes.

I love my boy, but he drives me crazy.  Always did.

When he was little, he used to think he was a dinosaur.

For some reason that boy always LOVED to watch dinosaur movies. It started with Little Foot (a movie character).  His older sister was more of a Princess movie-girl.  Ian would not stand for that.  The only way he would watch a princess movie is if it had a dragon in it.  The dragon had to spit fire, and then Ian would want to watch the dragon part over and over, and want to BE the dragon.  He would tip-toe around the house, stomping loudly, spitting fire from his mouth BEING a dragon, saving me and his big sister from evil witches.  He would then take his yellow baseball bat and blue golf club and start swinging at imaginary villains (my legs) and protect us from evil.

I looked like Hedda Nussbaum.  My boy was 2 years old.  My neighbor, a retired Marine called Ian, Bamm-Bamm.

That's my boy.

It wasn't long before Ian discovered Sound Effects through the use of his sister's shoes.  She had red glitter cowboy boots that he could easily get over his big round feet.  They made a great loud sound when he stomped on the hard-wood floor.

OOOOOOOOH!

The look on his face!

My little boy discovered more loud noise to go with his fierce growl as he was T-Rex Dino Boy!

"GRRRRRRRRR!"

Meanwhile, he was wearing a diaper, and his sister's red glitter cowboy boots, carrying a blue golf club, whilst chasing a white westie, eating a banana.

If I laughed, he whacked me in the legs.  It was worth it.

[I wonder where I got my sick humor?]

My daughter had lots of shoes from her dress-up collection, therefore, Ian had lots of Looks.

My joke was:  "Ian is man-enough to get away with wearing flashy girly stuff, and get away with it".  And he was.  He also wore plastic food containers on his feet for "boots", because they made great stomping sounds.  His younger brother did the same thing.... only he used juice-box boxes as creative foot-wear. BOYS!

<SIGH!> I love being a mom, having two boys and two girls, it is a home-study of the two genders, as I get to see what's the difference between boys and girls, and believe me, there IS a huge difference!

What is it with boys needing to stomp around, pretending to be fierce blood-thirsty animals?  I.  Don't.  Know.  (I blame their father for that one!)

My girls, meanwhile want their shoes back so they can get married and go on dates!  (In that order, too.)