Cute stuff Bash has been up to
Bash has been doing some really cute things, so I wanted to note them down so I can look over them when he's a bratty teenager and remember why I shouldn't murder him :)
Yesterday I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He made a cute thinking face and taped his chin, "Uh,... Big boobies! And fruit!" I said, "No boobies, bud." and he got this adorable look of concern on his face and asked, "Fruit?" This is a change, because almost ever single day when I ask him he says, "Eggies!" or if he's looking in the fridge with me at the moment, he might see it in there and ask for "Yogie!" which is as close as he comes to saying yogurt most of the time. We've recently addressed the concept of breastfeeding since I've read him some stories about having a new baby come home, and in one of them there are a couple of pictures of a baby being fed. That's the only thing I can think of that would possess him to ask for boobies for breakfast, because I only breastfed for a few months, and really most of the feedings were pumped milk he got from a bottle, so there;s no way he has any memory of drinking "from the tap."
He's also been tucking blankets around his stuffed animals and putting them down for naps. Its really cute, because he'll lay them down (on their stomachs, since that's his preferred sleeping style) with their head on a pillow if there's one handy, then put a blanket over them, and pat the back and sing "Nap time, nap time, sleep, sleep." A variation on this is that he'll tell me or Bear that it's nap time, pat a pillow (usually one of the throw pillows on the couch) near us and tell us to lay down. Then he'll pull one of his baby blankets or sometimes a throw over us, and snuggle in next to us. He usually then expects his back to be rubbed and for us to do the singing, although the singing is more my thing than Bear's. He usually will pop up a moment or two later and move on to other games, but if we try to get up first he'll say, "No, no. Stop it! Nap time!" He gets very offended if we dont play along, but it's rare that I am not completely onboard with the idea of trying to nap.
Today after a morning bath, i diapered him and put some comfy play clothes on him, but since i'm 8 months along I get these crazy hot flashes, and I just put on some pajama pants and a sports bra. We turned on the tv so he could have a little mellow time before it was naptime, and of course he started figeting and playing. he grabbed one of those handheld back massagers that has the little rolly wheels on a handle, which used to be one of his bath toys but had somehow migrated to our floor. I showed him how you could roll it over someone's back, and he squirmed and giggled and said, "Tickle! tickle, Mommy!" So I said, fine, you can give me a back massage, and turned my back to him. [at this moment I felt some giant sense of maybe he's finally old enough to think its fun to scratch/rub my back! woo hoo! because I loved when my nieces were at that age; I'm pretty sure that is one of the best perks of having young kids is that they give free (albeit generally not very good) backrubs!] He rolled the thing around for a second, making vroom vroom noises as if it were a car. Then he lost interest and started watching sesame street. Then he started pulling on the back of my sports bra, which had a little cut-out at the bottom center, which provided a perfect handhold for him to yank on it. Once he saw that it was stretchy, he started pulling on the top of the center, and looking to see what was under there; spoiler: there's back skin!
And here's where it gets really cute: He decided this must be like checking a diaper, which is done to him at least once or twice daily. We grab the back of the diaper, pull it so we can glance down at his butt and see if this is "a stinker." He grabbed my sports bra, pulled it and put his face up to the opening and said, "stinky? nope!" At this point I didnt know he was playing diaper inspector, so I thought he might be telling me he was going to go. I asked him, "Bash, did you poop?" and he pulled at my bra again, and said, "Nope! No poops." then he decided that for good measure, he'd better check from every angle. It's your standard sports bra, which has the single panel between the shoulder blades, rather than two straps like a regular bra. He pulled from one side and peeked in, "Nope." then the other side, "Nope." a second time from the top, "Nope." and lastly, even the bottom, which he couldn't figure out at first, but decided the best way to check it was by looking through the little cut-out, "Nope. no poopies. No stinkies, Mommy!" All in all, I suppose it was nice of him to give me the 100% certain verification that I had not, in fact, crapped my bra. Whew!
Yesterday I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He made a cute thinking face and taped his chin, "Uh,... Big boobies! And fruit!" I said, "No boobies, bud." and he got this adorable look of concern on his face and asked, "Fruit?" This is a change, because almost ever single day when I ask him he says, "Eggies!" or if he's looking in the fridge with me at the moment, he might see it in there and ask for "Yogie!" which is as close as he comes to saying yogurt most of the time. We've recently addressed the concept of breastfeeding since I've read him some stories about having a new baby come home, and in one of them there are a couple of pictures of a baby being fed. That's the only thing I can think of that would possess him to ask for boobies for breakfast, because I only breastfed for a few months, and really most of the feedings were pumped milk he got from a bottle, so there;s no way he has any memory of drinking "from the tap."
He's also been tucking blankets around his stuffed animals and putting them down for naps. Its really cute, because he'll lay them down (on their stomachs, since that's his preferred sleeping style) with their head on a pillow if there's one handy, then put a blanket over them, and pat the back and sing "Nap time, nap time, sleep, sleep." A variation on this is that he'll tell me or Bear that it's nap time, pat a pillow (usually one of the throw pillows on the couch) near us and tell us to lay down. Then he'll pull one of his baby blankets or sometimes a throw over us, and snuggle in next to us. He usually then expects his back to be rubbed and for us to do the singing, although the singing is more my thing than Bear's. He usually will pop up a moment or two later and move on to other games, but if we try to get up first he'll say, "No, no. Stop it! Nap time!" He gets very offended if we dont play along, but it's rare that I am not completely onboard with the idea of trying to nap.
Today after a morning bath, i diapered him and put some comfy play clothes on him, but since i'm 8 months along I get these crazy hot flashes, and I just put on some pajama pants and a sports bra. We turned on the tv so he could have a little mellow time before it was naptime, and of course he started figeting and playing. he grabbed one of those handheld back massagers that has the little rolly wheels on a handle, which used to be one of his bath toys but had somehow migrated to our floor. I showed him how you could roll it over someone's back, and he squirmed and giggled and said, "Tickle! tickle, Mommy!" So I said, fine, you can give me a back massage, and turned my back to him. [at this moment I felt some giant sense of maybe he's finally old enough to think its fun to scratch/rub my back! woo hoo! because I loved when my nieces were at that age; I'm pretty sure that is one of the best perks of having young kids is that they give free (albeit generally not very good) backrubs!] He rolled the thing around for a second, making vroom vroom noises as if it were a car. Then he lost interest and started watching sesame street. Then he started pulling on the back of my sports bra, which had a little cut-out at the bottom center, which provided a perfect handhold for him to yank on it. Once he saw that it was stretchy, he started pulling on the top of the center, and looking to see what was under there; spoiler: there's back skin!
And here's where it gets really cute: He decided this must be like checking a diaper, which is done to him at least once or twice daily. We grab the back of the diaper, pull it so we can glance down at his butt and see if this is "a stinker." He grabbed my sports bra, pulled it and put his face up to the opening and said, "stinky? nope!" At this point I didnt know he was playing diaper inspector, so I thought he might be telling me he was going to go. I asked him, "Bash, did you poop?" and he pulled at my bra again, and said, "Nope! No poops." then he decided that for good measure, he'd better check from every angle. It's your standard sports bra, which has the single panel between the shoulder blades, rather than two straps like a regular bra. He pulled from one side and peeked in, "Nope." then the other side, "Nope." a second time from the top, "Nope." and lastly, even the bottom, which he couldn't figure out at first, but decided the best way to check it was by looking through the little cut-out, "Nope. no poopies. No stinkies, Mommy!" All in all, I suppose it was nice of him to give me the 100% certain verification that I had not, in fact, crapped my bra. Whew!