Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Self-Discovery

Big Red is eating his breakfast. Yogurt, toast and melon, in case you were wondering. He just produced a really impressive belch. Nice tone, medium length and even a vibrato quality to it. As a mother, I'm pretty proud.

Better was the delighted look on his face as he turned to me and asked with wonder, "What dat?"

"You burped, Red. Say excuse me."

" 'Scuse me. Dat was cool!"

He missed the point, but he's actually right. He must have known Mommy needed a blog topic.

6 comments:

David Dust said...

Wait till he discovers farting!

XOXOXOXOXO

D... said...

Ah, it's so much fun when they discover the things their bodies can do!

mah-meeee said...

love red. he's not running around taking off his diapers anymore, right?

Heather said...

Oh no...now it begins. Bee and Cakes are both going through this phase of obsession with all bodily functions, but especially poop and pee. It's so embarrassing! When Bee had her sleepover, she and her little friend talked about their butts non-stop!

I told her if she didn't quit it, she would never get a boyfriend. She said, "That's OK. Boys are gross!"

I assured her that she wouldn't always feel that way.

Berry Blog said...

Yah david..."What's that noise from my behind" my grandmother teacher once remarked to us while writing on the board back-to the class.
Talk about snorting people, we didn't dare laugh aloud with her.
xoxoxo Charlie

jennyonthespot said...

Oh my gosh - he's so awesome!

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