Spawn is busy lately learning his
body parts, top down, by pointing at each one on me and then himself. And by pointing, I of course mean poking, prodding, and pinching.
Mah eyezsh Mah nozsh
Mah teefs BOOBIEZ !
Behyee butten Mah pangers (fingers)
Mah piggies (toes)
Mah...
Hey ... Where dah doobah
doh??
*Sigh* ...
Yes, I am aware that I should probably be teaching him the correct terminology
(penis, instead of goober). But I'm not. So there. He has plenty of time to increase his vocabulary, but for now 'goober' is the word we use.
...
What his fascination is with his wee little willie is just beyond me.
He's a nudist by nature, and the dangly bits I suppose just cry out for
attention.
And let me tell ya, he heeds the call. A lot.
I
have older boys, so I know this particular tendency will only grow
(*cough*cough*) as time goes by.
I
just don’t recall any of them starting quite this soon.
And
my boobs! What the effity-eff is so damn fascinating about my boobs???
He was
breastfed for about two and a half seconds, so this has to be some sort of
genetic predisposition that has been passed down to him through his dad’s (or
my) DNA.
At this rate, I'd say he's well on his way to growing up to be just like every other guy on the planet.
5 comments:
I saw this on FB and was gonna ask you what a doobah was, too cute!
Boys are gross, just about the time they stop touching it cause its there they start touching it for other reasons lol.
HAHAHA! Exactly !
Tripp does that, too. Also the boob fascination. Yesterday, he poked my boobs and said they popped. As in how balloons pop. THANKS. And he's insisting I have a baby in my belly. No honey. It's just stretched out from the three that were already there. But again, THANKS.
Heavy handed with the compliments, aren't they?
Lately, when I'm holding Spawn, he'll have one arm around my shoulders, and the other hand on my left boob.
SQUEEEEESH!
Yep. He's his Daddy's boy.
I am firmly convince that it a condition called "Y-Chromosome Syndrome," however, the doctors won't acknowledge it as a birth defect -- probably because the majority of doctors are suffering from it. Oh well, one more thing I WON'T go down in history for discovering. *sigh*
But my boys, too, have discovered their own personal toy that goes with them wherever they go. And, yes, I've resigned myself to being outnumbered in a house full of Y-Chromosomes. *double-sigh*
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