La Cage aux Dylan

So, I'm sure that many parents do everything they can to let their kids "find" themselves.  Thomas and I have been against guns as toys since Dylan was born, but inevitably, he'll find a stick, a rock, or his finger to use in a faux gunfight.

I'm sure that Sydney, being the Queen Bee that she is (more on that after the big birthday weekend), has something to do with some of Dylan's choices.

Sydney is often hard to find in her bed amongst the dolls and stuffed animals, and Dylan has had to endure trips to the American Girl store in his brief life.  So, years ago, he inherited a baby doll from Sydney.  Oddly enough, when you press her hand, she says, "Da Da!" which Dylan took to meaning that the doll was meant for a boy.  So he named her Caroline.

Caroline has spurts of activity.  She'll sit on a shelf for months, and then find herself dragged around all over the place, including school during "Friday Share."

So, even though I am all for gender equality, there are times when I ask him is he's REALLY sure that Caroline needs to go to K1 go-cart racing with Dylan.

This morning, the fact that Dylan is all boy was reiterated.  From my perch in the kitchen, I hear Dylan yell, "Mom!  Caroline is going skydiving for the first time!"

I peek my head into the living room and look up at the landing just in time to see Caroline plummet from the second story to the living room floor, waking Niko up from her aged stupor, both of which causing Thomas to spit coffee out, and a triumphant yell from above as Dylan congratulates Caroline on her first solo jump.

So, again, as a little brother to an older sister, Dylan is often as the mercy of Sydney's antics.  The other day it was "The Dylanette Show."  This consisted of a heavily made up 6 year boy parading around the house wearing a myriad of dresses from his sister's/director's closet.  Actually, other than the buzz cut for summer swim team, he's not a bad looking girl!

So, I text this picture to Thomas, and it was met with a very different reaction from my lip biting amusement.  So, I again took the time to remind Thomas of the bad-assness that Dylan is usually displaying for us:

He felt a little better.