My cross-dressing kid

After coming home from "going to work together" last night, Ben decided that he needed to go to work too. In order to go to work, first we have to put on our "nylon socks" and then we need our shoes.

Time to go to work Mama!


(you can see the white socks he was previously wearing on the ground, as well as the animals who are both always around whenever pictures are being taken.)



Phew. Hey Mama, did you know that working is hard work?



The most amusing part about all of this is that he isn't wearing a diaper underneath that super-big T-shirt (when he goes pee-pee in his potty, he is rewarded with some diaper-free time which he is always thrilled about) and there's one picture where you can see. Sadly, it was the very best picture because he was dancing in the nylons and shoes and looked adorable. But I am not the kind of mom who would put photos of her naked baby on the internet. That's not a good idea for a phethora of reasons. :-)

Not as TMI as it sounds

I have a huge hickey on my left boob, but I swear, it's not what you think. Nothing scandalous, I swear. In fact, its not even what you think after you stop for a minute and go," OH, I know what it is."

I bet you're thinking that it's from nursing Ben while we were both on sleeping drugs. Like maybe he latched wrong because he was sleepy and I didn't correct him because I was sleepy. And that would make a lot of sense, expect for the part where it just wasn't what happened. I got the hickey on my lunch break yesterday. How? I have no idea. You'd think I'd notice if he was really sucking on the side of my boob instead of being centered on the nipple. That's usually a recipe for pain. And you'd think that HE would notice that he was sucking on flesh (where there are no holes for milk to come out) instead of actually nursing ... but I guess not. All I know is that when I went to switch him sides yesterday, there it was. I said, "Mama side ouchie!" and he said "Sorry" and gave it a gentle kiss.

My husband told me I shouldn't have done that since it wasn't really his fault, but I want him to learn some empathy here, and will jump at any opportunity I get to teach him the concept. I know I'm not starting to wean yet, but I think the whole thing will go much smoother if he already understands the idea that sometimes nursing can hurt Mama and that we need to be respectful of people if our actions are causing them pain.

You know, or "Mama side ouchie. Kissie? Love Mama. Otherside!!!!!"