If I put the word in the title, my husband might just commit homicide. I'm probably going to get comments about this post once he reads it, but hey I'm the mom and it's my job to embarrass my children. Right?
So, the little one has fallen in love with his privates. Yep, he loves his penis. As every boy & man does, eh? Sure, he discovered his tool a while ago, but this is like giggling discovery. He wants his diaper off to touch it kind of discovery.
I'll be honest. When I found out when I was having a baby boy, I sort of freaked over the whole "junk" thing. That's right, I called it "his junk." I was used to the girl parts, where I didn't have to pick anything up or move it over to clean around. Girls are pretty easy to clean for the most part. And now I'm going to have a penis to worry about? Oh, shit.
It freaks me out when he springs the woody and I open up that diaper for the surprise. Um, I'm your mother and that's like, uh gross. I'm getting used to it, well not that used to it. But used it enough where I can tell daddy about the big one his son produced that day. You moms of little boys know what I'm talking about.
So, Phoenix has discovered his penis. (His sister called it a "peanut" for a long time, which I let her use even though we're about correct terminology in our home.) A few weeks ago, he would put his hands "down there" (gasp) and give me a little smile. Day after day, the smile got bigger. And now I can ask "Phoenix, where's you penis" and he'll point to his groin. Come on now, it's funny. Admit it. I don't do it often, but it's like his newest trick. We go through "Where's your nose, ears, etc." Why can't he find his penis?
Much to my husbands chagrin, I've had this trick performed for the grandma's. "Will you stop please." I know I can't do this for long, so I'm enjoying laugh while I can. After all, just think about how in 20 years I can remind him of this. He'll die of embarrassment!
He's just proud of his junk and is earning his way to manhood. ;)
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Boy parts frightened me, too, when I found out I was having one. Now having a girl and a boy, I find boy parts *much* easier to maintain!
As for discovery ... N is constantly amazed with his. When I take him to the bathroom now, he'll say "ohhh, is my tookie TALL? Look how tall he is! I have a big tookie!" Sheesh. Boys.
When he first saw me change Beans' diaper, he said, "is her tookie broken?" We'll have plenty to humiliate him with over the coming years.
Oh, yeah, I'm delurking - but I already 'know' you!
LMAO!!! How right you are!
Colton used to call his balls his "bonuts" (don't know why), but to this day, if he racks himself, we ask "Did you just hurt your bonuts?" and he at least forgets about some of the pain.
Wait til Phoenix is in the tub and see what discoveries he makes then!
Penis's ARE scary! I was suitably shaken when I first came eye to eye with my first son's. Then he promptly peed on me.
So it goes.
My godson spent about two years with his hands in his pants (if he had pants on at all), which drove his dad crazy. But didn't bother me, the big old dyke, at all because I went through it 30 years ago with my daughter. We finally made a rule that she couldn't "play with herself" if we were outside the house, which she found tyrannical but grudgingly observed.
My favorite memories of my godson are when he'd say "Look what I can do with my penis, Aunt Maggie!" and show me something like how the foreskin moved with beaming pride, while his parents snickered in the background. I mean, what I know about penises (penii?) you could fit in a Dixie cup. But I gave it the college try, for his sake.
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