Discoveries

In case my pictures haven't made it clear, my child appears to be a nudist at heart. He is constantly stripping off clothing. After listening to many of my friends, who have boys, I'm beginning to think this is simply normal boy behavior. They have protruding parts and clothing does not allow them to view said parts therefore all clothing must be removed. This penchant for nudity became very clear on Friday. M was down for his nap, he'd been sleeping for 2 hours, so I decided to go wake him up. I walked in to his room, opened the blinds, turned around, and saw my sweet little boy, bum in the air. Naked as a jaybird, diaper around his ankles, face down, sound asleep with his knees curled up under him which caused the protruding behind.

I ran for the camera and took pictures before he woke up. You never know when those pictures might come in handy. I have visions of me holding hard copies of those pictures, waving them at his future 16 year old self, threatening to show them to the world. Social embarrassment can be very motivating and I intend to have a stash of hugely embarrassing photos.

Words are becoming very important around here. Mainly because we're tired of hearing "MORE" "Uh" and the favorite "COOKIE" which could actually mean water, cracker, or any other kind of sustenance. So in the land of parental wishful thinking, I continue to ask him to use his words. Oh, I know, I live in a dream land and I'm destined to hear the same words, over and over again, with escalating volume each time I get the answer wrong but I keep hoping one day he'll say "milk please" or something similarly specific.

He's actually picking up on words quickly. Which means that he is starting to parrot what we say. We've entered the stage that has terrified me. I'm constantly watching what I say. Except in the dollar store while shopping for his birthday. I wasn't so careful there. We were wandering up the aisle, I found some cute Sesame Street items so I was digging through looking for a specific character. A character that wasn't there. I said "well that sucks" Oops, big boo boo. I heard "Suuucks"? Then I heard " Suckie!" This was my response "That's right, socks, just like the socks on your feet" Could I be a bigger dork? Whatever, dorky mom or not, it worked, he started playing with his boots and his socks. Moment managed and moving on with the knowledge that my baby isn't such a baby and really does listen to what I say.

Two lessons learned by me last week. Watch what I say and put him in lots of layers before nap time.