May 23, 2007
Mumma is Icky, Apparently
Mr. Sassypants has been cracking me up these days. I haven’t laughed this much since Seinfeld went off the air.
Not only did he tell me he had snakes in his diaper, but now Dawson finds it hilarious to tell me I’m icky.
It started Sunday morning. With Doug out of town, Dawson and I had all morning to cuddle in the big bed and talk about what we were going to do that day. Dawson wanted to have waffles waffos and juice deuce and then play in the sandbox.
The weather was colder with a temperature of 52 degrees, cloudy and windy. I didn’t think it wise, or all that fun, to play outside especially without the sunshine to warm us up.
Dawson and I played with his matchbox cars. He got to be Lightning McQueen and I had to be Mater. Cuz y’all is jist not understandin’ how good I ken impersonate a southern tow truck, ya hear?
Halfway through our smash-the-cars-into-each-other game, I turned into the Tickle Monster and attacked my kissable toddler. I kissed his cheek and tickled his tummy. The sound of his giggling always makes me laugh hysterically.
Suddenly Dawson said, “Mumma, stop da kissin’! Dats EEWWWW, Mumma!”
I was still laughing when I said, “What? Mumma’s not ewww! Dawson’s ewwww!”
“No, Mumma is icky. Ewww, Mumma.”
The rest of the day he’d tell me, “Mumma is ewwww” and then run away.
If he thinks my kissing him is gross now, I’m doomed! He’s my little baby. I can’t help but kiss his chubby cheekers. It’s days like these I want to hold onto forever.
Posted by Dana @ 7:54 AM • Uncategorized
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May 23rd, 2007 at 8:19 AM, Cheryl Says:
Ben has just started to learn how to push us away when we’re too affectionate for his taste. Since he’s nonverbal, it involves a shove and then a little exasperated smirk and a grunt. We get the message though. Loud and clear. It’s a shame, but at least he doesn’t do it every time. Usually only when he’s trying to watch something on TV.
May 23rd, 2007 at 8:33 AM, Dana Says:
Awww!
I’m sure that’s normal. Dawson does that when I’m in the way of the TV, too.
Awww!
I’m sure that’s normal. Dawson does that when I’m in the way of the TV, too.
May 23rd, 2007 at 8:47 AM, Liz Says:
Aw, that’s okay – I get the eye rolling from my older girls – we have kisses to spare here, at our house and plenty of waffos and deuce!
May 23rd, 2007 at 8:54 AM, Dana Says:
Thanks Liz! I just feel a little sad that he doesn’t want his mom to kiss him. He’s not quite three yet!
May 23rd, 2007 at 1:33 PM, Debbie Says:
How adorable! I’m really jealous of your awesome morning with him! Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ve still got a few years until he really thinks it’s icky!
May 23rd, 2007 at 1:38 PM, Dana Says:
Debbie, isn’t that crazy? I’m icky.
Hehe. It really is funny, though.
May 23rd, 2007 at 3:08 PM, Melissa Says:
Poor icky mummy!
May 23rd, 2007 at 3:46 PM, Dana Says:
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