It's definitely a guy thing

I've known for quite some time now that guys are hard-wired a little differently than girls. I definitely figured that one out probably a day or so afer Rob and I first moved in together.
I guess what I didn't realize is just how much of it is automatic, and it starts so early.
It totally brings a new side to the debate of nature versus nurture.
Quinn turned six months old on Thursday and there are many things I have learned about boys in my short time as a mother, and in my seven years as an auntie.
It's amazing all of the things boys and men do without being taught.
I swear from the day he was born, my nephew Braiden has had a need for speed, and probably the first noises out of his mouth were the vroom-vrooms of dinky cars. I'm not sure what part of the brain controls these features, but boys know how to imitate the sounds of boats, cars and trucks the second they pick up these toys.
My other nephew Kyle at almost two, can by now fix and put togehter just about anything, and if he could use the words, would tell us how everything works. I think one of his favourite Christmas gifts this year was a set of play tools.
And I will always remember what one of my good friends told me "Boys want to build the house and girls want to decorate it" when describing the difference between the two sexes and how they play as small children. It's good advice to keep in mind, and so true.
My observances with Quinn as a boy go as follows and could very easily apply to his father as well I have learned. Sorry Rob. And to tell you the truth, having male children of two very different age categories (6 months and 428 months) gives me the perfect opportunity to evaluate nature versus nurture.
Here are my observances.
Quinn sometimes gets a big smile on his face when he lets out a big fart, and the other times acts non-chalantly as if nothing ever happened. Rob does the same. One point for Nature.
Quinn can sometimes let out some prettty big burps, and after which Rob will say "nice one" and come over and give Quinn a kiss. Actually I think that was the same reaction he had when he heard me let out a big belch for the first time. But anyway... 2 points for Nature.
One of my most recent observances with Quinn was during a diaper change. He found himself so to speak, and I actually had to remove his hand away as he gave his little package a good squeeze. And now every chance he gets during a diaper change his hand will wander down south. And I know there isn't a woman in the world who wouldn't give another point to Nature on this one. I can't believe though that it's such an early age in which guys are fascinated with themselves. All I can say is thank God that Quinn will be in diapers for a few more years and there isn't easy access, because I already have a hard enough job with my 428-month-old on this subject.
As the months and years go by I will have some more for this debate, but this whole experiment really opened my eyes on how men work, and no matter how much I try to intervene, boys will just simply be boys, no matter how old they are. And I just realized why The Week the Women Went is now my favourite television show.