"Marco made a mess!"

I am starting to realize what it means to have a little boy. 

What are Little Boys Made of?

A wee bit of dirt and a devilish grin...

Curious eyes and spaghetti sauce chin.

A dollop of mud behinds his right ear, 

And a handful of worms in his pocket I fear.

You see his knees through the holes in his jeans.

He likes ice cream, but won't eat his beans.

He's made of muddies and bubble gum kisses,

And wonder at Christmas and birthday wishes.

And a heap of giggles and wiggles and love;

These are the things little boys are made of.

~Patsy Gaut

I can already tell that this little guy is so much more active than Lily was at his age. He is so much more inquisitive, and eager to get his hands into everything and everything into his mouth! I can tell you this:

I am in for one wild ride.