<p>you know that fresh out of the bathtub toddler smell and the warmth and cuddliness of that little body? Well DS was about 18 mos old. It was winter and he was wrapped in a hooded towel. Prescious, sweet…you know. anyway I was rocking him. It was rare that he let me at that age as he always had to be on the move. But there we were. I started singing to him and his little hand came out of the towel to reach up for me.</p>
<p>“Ohhh he’s going to touch my face. I wish someone had a camera” I thought to myself. What a great image of mother and son"</p>
<p>that little hand came towards me…my eyes teared…it kept coming…ohhh how sweet…and then…it covered my mouth as he said </p>
<p>Do any of you (guys) still call things by the baby names that your kids gave them and then wonder why people around you think you might be a little nuts? In my D’s first “learn the name of animals” book, she always struggled with buffalo. She would ponder and squint and start “buh…buh… buh.” Finally, “buttadoo” came out with such confidence one day that we called them that from that day on. Fast forward years later to the zoo when a family asked us if they were headed towards some exhibit and my D said in all seriousness, “They are right over there, near the buttadoos.” I don’t think they found that helpful.</p>
<p>One of my daughters was in the bathtub during the “name the body part” stage and asked about her nether regions. Trying to seperate internal from external anatomy, I told her “v***a”. Astonished look from her - “Like our car?”</p>
<p>Here’s my contribution - when D was in second grade, I bought her a book called The Period Book (because my niece had her period in second grade, and I wanted to be prepared). D found the book before I was ready to give it to her, and asked if she could look at it, so I said fine. Well, she read the entire book (which I hadn’t gotten around to), and came to the Q & A part. A girl in the book asked about how you insert a tampon, and the author explained that the v*<strong><em>a expands just like it does when a man inserts his p</em></strong>s! I hadn’t had that talk with her yet, so D brought the book to me, and pointed to that page and asked me if it was true - so I read it, and said yes. She was quiet for a second or two, and then said, “This book has changed my life.” I asked her, “In what way?” Her response, “I’m never going to stop thinking about having to use tampons!” For some reason, the sex part didn’t bother her, but the tampons did! I realized from talking to her later that it was because she figured out that sex was optional, but periods were not - so I explained about sanitary napkins being a fine alternative to tampons.</p>
<p>Once when my D had that annoying tingling/numbness in her leg, I told her that we called that “pins and needles.” Several months later, she woke me up in the middle of the night yelling, while pointing to her leg, “mommy, beans and weenies, beans and weenies!” I was completely befuddled so she finally gave up and drifted back to sleep with a plaintive, half sobbing, “beeeeens and weeeeenies…” I woke with a start the next morning knowing that she meant “pins and needles.”</p>
<p>historymom - so funny! D used to stick up her pointer finger and yell out “NO” when I would sing in the car. She was about one at the time…lol. Oh, and both of my kids still tell me not to sing.</p>
<p>mythmom & Harriet - loved your stories too!</p>
<p>when my younger daughter was in diapers we weren’t able to use the cloth diapers & biobottoms diaper wrap we had with her sister - because they were too uncomfortable ( she has tactile sensitivity) and they were easily taken off.</p>
<p>It was all we could do to get her to lie down on the floor for one minute while we put a new paper diaper on her. Most of the time we were chasing her through the house while trying to do so, like when she was about two and ran off yelling " don’t change my diapers, change your mind!"</p>
<p>EK…lol sounds like she has a future in campaign slogans!</p>
<p>oatmeal is “costume” No clue why DS came up with that. But it has stuck.</p>
<p>Another of his moments came when he was about four. In our small town there is one dance studio and receital time is sort of a big thing. During dress rehearsal I ran to the store to pic up snacks for my girls and the clerk correctly assumed that they were dancing. DS was with me and the clerk asked “is he dancin” “No, he’s not dancin” </p>
<p>Outside in the parking lot I notice his little shoulders heaving up and down and when I look at his face it is streaked w/ tears.
“Whu… What’s wrong??”
“You told that lady I wasn’t handsome!”</p>
<p>My boss and her family were driving to Florida. Several times she had explained to her 2 year old son, “First we’re going to visit Aunt Susie, then we’re going to Miami.” The day they woke up at Aunt Susie’s house and were to continue on with their trip, her H said to her son, “Ok, it’s time to go to Miami!” Toddler S replied, “It’s NOT Your-Ami! It’s Mommy’s-Ami!”</p>
<p>We moved from a brick house to a house with wood siding when DD was a toddler. Then she heard the story of the Three Little Pigs, and became quite worried. I explained that even though we lived in a wooden house, “the important thing is that it’s sturdy.” DD brightened up and announced, “I live in this dirty house.”</p>
<p>We had just layed down and turned out the light in our hotel room in San Antonio. My youngest, then about age 4, asked, “Who’s going to fix the spring break?”</p>
<p>When S1 was about 2 1/2, I was very pregnant with S2… we were in a shopping center… and he was dragging along. I just wanted to go home! I looked at him, and said, “c’mon, shake a leg”. So he stopped in his tracks, stood there, shook one leg then looked at me and said, “why did I do that”?</p>
<p>Funny thread. My wife and I are both physicians and have 6 children. They all have a little too much medical knowledge for their own good. But, one of the side effects is that they generally understand little aches and pains and colds, etc. as we have explained the basics of these things.</p>
<p>However, our D2 is somewhat obsessed with her medical knowledge, and has been since we can remember. When she was 3, she spent a couple of hours each day at a day care right next to the hospital where mom worked as a pediatrician. The teachers all knew that we were both doctors. One day, she was running and fell on the sidewalk, getting a nasty scrape on her knee, which bled quite a bit. The teachers came running over to her as she had started to cry. After a couple of seconds, she simply looked down at her wound and pronounced…“It’s OK…my platelets are working !!!” The teachers could only shake their heads…</p>
<p>When D was 3 I decided that we both needed a day off. So I told her that for that day only I wouldn’t say no to anything she asked. Within reason, and I would decide what that meant. “OK,” said the wise one. “Can I have three donuts today?” I thought for a moment and said, “Sure. But you need to know that you might have a consequence for that later on.” So she ate her three donuts and a few minutes later, proceeded to hold her rather distended little belly and said, “Mama, I think I have a consequence.”</p>