My corn has sprouted! Do you know what this means? This means that I have not killed my garden--yet. Unfortunately, there is not a hint of life where Mr. Watermelon is concerned. I fear that he may never fulfill his watermelonly duties.
Today Garrett walked up to me, handed me a rolled up piece of foil, and said, "He-o Mama." (Translation: Here, Mama) Oh yah, there's a glimmer of hope for this child. But do you want to know the wildly charming thing he's been doing lately? Whenever I'm holding him, he has taken to grabbing and/or squeezing that which should not be grabbed and/or squeezed, especially in public. Especially by my son. I am not entirely sure what the new found fascination is with what we will scientifically refer to as my mammaries but you can bet I'm attempting to put a swift stop to it.
we both mentioned foil in our blogs today. ok, you mentioned foil and i devoted a whole post to it. i still think it's a weird coincidence.
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness! I was Christian blog surfing and discovered your site. You had me cracking up. Your son ... so funny. I know. I know. It's really not funny, but, it is. I suspect you were a nursing mom? My friend had issues with this same thing with her daughter at some point. Thankfully, it was just a phase. God bless you!
ReplyDeleteEthan has been doing the same squeezy thing, lately.
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