I love being a Mum to my two boys. With less than two years between them, they can be bloody hard work when they are feeling mischievous (90% of the time) but I wouldn’t change them for the world. One of my favourite things is the funny stuff they come out with. Lately there’s been a few and I’ve had to note them all down before I’ve forgotten these little gems…
Actually, one thing I might like to change is the boys’ absolute fascination with my handbag. Leave it within reach for a second and they’ve emptied it all over the floor, unwrapped every sweet, stuck all the chewy in one big sticky ball (that really did happen and I stupidly enjoyed the deathly silence instead of investigating it sooner) and stuck their little fingernails into my lip balm and used any pens do draw a masterpiece on the nearest available wall.
Spud had me rolling around last week as he and Pooh Bear had been trashing my bag when he ran over holding a tampon which had been lurking in there for years.
“Oooooooh” He said in the same tone he would if he’d found an unexpected sweet stuck at the bottom of the packet.
“Can I eat it?”
“Erm, not really little man. Give it here and I’ll find you something else you can eat.”
I was rather impressed I managed to swerve the ‘talk’ until a later date although we do regularly discuss willies and my lack of them regularly which leads me on nicely to this…
Like most toddlers/preschoolers the boys would stay naked all day if they could especially in the warm weather. Both Scatty Dad and I wander around in our birthday suits when we get out of the shower and Spud chats to me whilst I’m having showers so they both see the differences between boys and girls and their bodies and their Dad’s.
This one day Spud and I were discussing willies as usual and he raised his eyebrows in shock and surprise as he told me “Daddy’s willie is massive! It’s this wide!” holding his fingers as you might when pretending to be a crab/lobster.
He was mightily impressed but a little crestfallen as he lamented that his own member wasn’t quite as majestic :D I assured him that when he was older it would indeed be ‘massive’. As I retold this conversation to Hubby later that evening he laughed proudly until I reminded him that EVERYTHING looks massive when you’re three years old ;)
Spud is a bit of a fashionista, likes to pick out his own outfits and has a penchant for checked and striped shirts. This week Pooh Bear was actually picking out shoes for me to try and we got in trouble with Scatty Dad for taking too long food shopping!
Very unusually this one morning I was in a rush (no laughing Scatty Dad) and my Bosom Buddy T-Shirt was MIA half an hour before I was supposed to be wearing it at my breastfeeding support group so I picked out a long top and black leggings. The outfit already raised Scatty Dad’s eyebrows before I put my leggings on as he thought I was just wearing the top which would have been more than a little indecent. Spud ran in to the bedroom, took one look at me and said “You can’t wear that! People will laugh at you.” Thanks for that monkey. Not one to worry about others’ opinions, I wore it regardless and as far as I know no one laughed.
Pooh Bear is starting to come out with his own funees now he is talking more and more. One thing I wish he would never change would be the way he says ‘OK’.
“Oh-Tay Mummy” is just too cute for words and I could chutch his chubby cheeks every time he says it.
I promised last week that I’d link up with Actually Mummy and her ‘Wot So Funee?‘ linky so here it finally is and I’d recommend popping over for a chuckle at the other bloggers’ posts.