Conversations with my Kid - The Perceptive Male Edition

If you watched Tina Fey's "Brownie Husband" bit that I posted last week (and if you haven't you should), you may remember one particular moment when the Brownie Husband's hand is stroking her face and Tina says "Why yes honey, I did get my hair lightened. Thanks for noticing."

Okay. Who does not get that?

I can pretty much tell you how many times over the course of almost 20 years together that my husband has actually noticed anything new that was going on with me - like once. Maybe twice. And I think both times were on our wedding day.

What is it with men?

They just don't see things that we see, right?

Short hair, long hair, new hair colors, new clothes, shoes, make-up, no make-up, showered or not, whatever the case may be - my man just does not see it. And in many instances, that CAN be considered a good thing. But sometimes, a woman just wants her man to notice her new whatever. You know?

But recently I have seen that perhaps men do not start out life not noticing.

Case in point:

Tommy, my almost 3-year-old.

The other night as he and I went into his room and closed the door behind us for some quiet reading and rocking together like we do every night, all of a sudden he stopped and looked at me. I was still in my "work clothes" (and I use that term loosely) which included a new black and white printed top I bought on sale within the last month or so but had never worn yet.

He said, "I like your new shirt mama."

I was floored. I said, "You do????"

"Yes," he said.

And as my heart was still fluttering from something new in my life being noticed by a male in my house, he said, "And I like your orange shirt and your red shirt too."

Wow.

My lil' dude is taking notice of what I wear.

At least I know I'm making an impression on someone.

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"Conversations with My Kid" - A Little Boy Version

I cried after the ultrasound with my first kid when I learned we were having a girl. Not because I thought I wouldn't love my baby girl, rather simply because I thought I have no idea what to do with a little girl.

I was a tomboy growing up and frilly dresses and bows and princesses were just not my thing. Baseball gloves were much more my scene and I was obsessed with the Chicago White Sox - at like age 6.

I was scared out of my mind to become a mother and I thought having a boy first would ease the transition. In retrospect I realize that was a ridiculous theory.

So I birthed one baby girl and then a second baby girl and by the time we learned a third kid was on its way, I actually thought "At least I know what to do with a girl. What if it's a boy? I'll have no idea what to do!"

Enter boy.

And now 2 1/2 yrs later, I've figured out a thing or two about boys but mainly I've learned that I am totally and utterly whipped. That kid slays my heart. Oh mamas of boys, you. know. it.

So because I'm blinded by the eatable feast of delicious little boyness daily, I have no idea if this little conversation will make you laugh....or repel you from this blog forever.

Recently, Tommy, my lil' dude, has been walking around saying very clearly a rather new phrase for him...butt crack.

But he doesn't just say butt crack in his little sweet voice, he says it more like this:

"Butt craaaaaaaaaaaaacckkkkk."

And his sweet little voice gets a bit lower pitched and he kind of growls out the word....

"Butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk."

And he cracks up about it (no pun intended) and well, I crack up too.

Our two girls had some fun when they were little talking about poop and farts, but it was pretty short-lived. Even at its height of enjoyment, it didn't compare to the joy that Tommy seems to get when he walks around growling "butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkkkk."

And this week he has taken his understanding and use of the word to a new level.

While I was bending over picking up a few of the zillion toys that occupy our main living space, Tommy walked behind me and said "That's mama's butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkk."

(Now to be clear, I was fully dressed and I think he's saying butt crack to define the whole buttocks region. In my opinion.)

I chuckled and said, "Yep Tommy. It is."

Then he said, "I LOVE mama's butt craaaaaaaaccck."

Oh. My. Gosh. Little boys. Big boys. They're all the same. I have no idea what to do with this little boy of mine. My girls have never ever told me they love my butt crack.

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