Ever since Madeline was a wee little babe, I have been nibbling and kissing on her. As a parent of beautiful and healthy chubby babies, I have truly enjoyed their deliciousness. I love how their little arms and legs look like they have rubber bands on them... and lets face it: chubby knees! Hello! How can a person resist chubby knees on a baby? And those toes! Those toes that look like they aren't really a part of the foot and as if you could just pluck them off like a grape.
For fun, and as a way to make my girls giggle in anticipation of being nibbled and ticked on, I gave each scrumptious little part a name; a name that referred to a food.
Food = Delicious = My little babies... you get it.
Necktarines = That little neck - the one that seems to go deeper than a mine. The one that is almost impossible to get completely clean. I think I found a boot in Abigails neck the other day.
Corn on the cob = the arm. I like to nibble up and down the arm as if I am eating some corn on the cob. I say, "Can mommy have some corn on the cob?" and they giggle and giggle.
Peach cobbler = peach pit = armpit (it's a stretch but you get it).
Orange slice = naval (naval oranges)
Turkey leg = the upper leg or thigh area = chub central! I love it!
Cherry toe-ma-toes = toes. The word "toe" is (sort of) in their twice people. It just made sense.
Anyway, so the other day I asked Madeline if I could have some corn on the cob, and I grabbed her arm and began to chomp - our normal routine. And instead of giggles and squirming with excitement she pulled her arm away and she said,
"I'm NOT food mom!"
I was stunned. shocked. startled... and then? Sad. My little girl is growing up.
Thank God for Abigail. And then when she grows up?
Well, I guess I will just have to keep having babies forever and ever. Or maybe that's what GRANDbabies are for.
Wait. I just realized something.
I am raising my children in a different country than the one I grew up in. They are being exposed to the WORLD and all kinds of people. As we begin travelling more they are being exposed to all kinds of places. A smart person can only deduce from this that the likelihood of my children living close enough to me for me to have regular access to their children to nibble on is UNlikely or a very low percentage. Do you realize what this means???!!! We need to buy a jet.
For fun, and as a way to make my girls giggle in anticipation of being nibbled and ticked on, I gave each scrumptious little part a name; a name that referred to a food.
Food = Delicious = My little babies... you get it.
Necktarines = That little neck - the one that seems to go deeper than a mine. The one that is almost impossible to get completely clean. I think I found a boot in Abigails neck the other day.
Corn on the cob = the arm. I like to nibble up and down the arm as if I am eating some corn on the cob. I say, "Can mommy have some corn on the cob?" and they giggle and giggle.
Peach cobbler = peach pit = armpit (it's a stretch but you get it).
Orange slice = naval (naval oranges)
Turkey leg = the upper leg or thigh area = chub central! I love it!
Cherry toe-ma-toes = toes. The word "toe" is (sort of) in their twice people. It just made sense.
Anyway, so the other day I asked Madeline if I could have some corn on the cob, and I grabbed her arm and began to chomp - our normal routine. And instead of giggles and squirming with excitement she pulled her arm away and she said,
"I'm NOT food mom!"
I was stunned. shocked. startled... and then? Sad. My little girl is growing up.
Thank God for Abigail. And then when she grows up?
Well, I guess I will just have to keep having babies forever and ever. Or maybe that's what GRANDbabies are for.
Wait. I just realized something.
I am raising my children in a different country than the one I grew up in. They are being exposed to the WORLD and all kinds of people. As we begin travelling more they are being exposed to all kinds of places. A smart person can only deduce from this that the likelihood of my children living close enough to me for me to have regular access to their children to nibble on is UNlikely or a very low percentage. Do you realize what this means???!!! We need to buy a jet.
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