So, William confided in me last night some things about his and Amidala's relationship. And his sleep preferences.
Mom, I'm naked.
You're not naked.
The top part of me is naked. (He is sleeping in his underwear).
It's okay. Amildala likes it.
She likes you to be naked? What does she sleep in?
She sleeps in a blue gown. She wears it all the time. (Sigh of relief).
She likes it when I'm naked. She likes to feel my warm skin. And my bellybutton. (?????) That's boy language. You can't say that.
I can't say "bellybutton"?
No. Only boys can.
Girls have bellybuttons, too.
Yeah, Amidala likes mine. And my warm skin.
Lord help me when puberty arrives.
By the way, I asked again why I wasn't invited to the wedding. He told me that he didn't "draw [me] on the list" because he didn't "know how to spell [me]." He did, however, know how to spell, Boo, Mimi, and Papa. Not Mom.
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Eureka
This whole blog has been about my oldest (technically older since I only have two. You should use the comparative, rather than the superlative. That's the teacher coming out in me). But, I digress.
This one is about Henry.
We were outside one early evening. Both boys were just wandering around, trying out "outdoorsy" things. I noticed that Henry's diaper was kind of hanging out of the bottom of his little one piece, baby-toddler outfit. Rather than fix it, I just reached over and unsnapped his outfit and pulled the diaper off, leaving Henry essentially, "naked underneath his clothes."
It didn't take long for him to notice. Arms straight down, he grasped the bottom of his now "open" outfit. He lifted it up while simultaneously dropping his chin to his chest, eyes wide open.
PEE-PEE!
Up, down, up down, up down. PEE-PEE, PEE-PEE, PEE-PEE!
It was like a brand new discovery each time.
Reminds me of a comedian I once heard. He had a young son, maybe 18 months old. His wife was changing their son's diaper. She yelled for him to come into the room, appalled that their son had "discovered" himself. She asked her husband, "When is he going to stop doing this?" The husband replied, "You're going to have to ask someone older than me."
This one is about Henry.
We were outside one early evening. Both boys were just wandering around, trying out "outdoorsy" things. I noticed that Henry's diaper was kind of hanging out of the bottom of his little one piece, baby-toddler outfit. Rather than fix it, I just reached over and unsnapped his outfit and pulled the diaper off, leaving Henry essentially, "naked underneath his clothes."
It didn't take long for him to notice. Arms straight down, he grasped the bottom of his now "open" outfit. He lifted it up while simultaneously dropping his chin to his chest, eyes wide open.
PEE-PEE!
Up, down, up down, up down. PEE-PEE, PEE-PEE, PEE-PEE!
It was like a brand new discovery each time.
Reminds me of a comedian I once heard. He had a young son, maybe 18 months old. His wife was changing their son's diaper. She yelled for him to come into the room, appalled that their son had "discovered" himself. She asked her husband, "When is he going to stop doing this?" The husband replied, "You're going to have to ask someone older than me."
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