Hi! I'm Lindsay Ferrier. You might remember me from a blog called Suburban Turmoil. Well, a lot has changed since I started that blog in 2005. My kids grew up, I got a divorce, and I finally left the suburbs for the heart of Nashville, where I feel like I truly belong. I have no idea what the future will hold and you know what? I'm okay with that. Thrilled, actually. It was time for something totally different.
January 18, 2007
>”Mommy!” Baby whined, running into the room and clutching her bare chest in mock discomfort. (This is, by the way, Hey-I-can-take-off-my-shirt-by-myself! Whenever-I-Want! week.) “I have bug bites! I want them off!“
“Baby, those aren’t bug bites,” I said, laughing. “They’re nipples and everyone has them. Mommy has them, Daddy has them, and your sisters have them.”
“Mommy, you have bug bites too?”
“Yes,” I said. She didn’t look convinced. Oh geez. “Would you like to see them?”
“Yes.”
We were home alone, so, what could I do? I showed her my bug bites.
“Maybe Daddy can show me his bug bites when he get home from work!” Baby said gleefully after seeing the evidence.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to,” I said. Heh.
I sort of hoped that Baby would’ve forgotten about the bug bites by dinner, but of course, Baby doesn’t forget anything.
“I have bug bites,” she announced importantly, looking around the table as we began eating. “Daddy, will you show me your bug bites?”
I had told him the whole story on the phone, so he knew exactly what she was talking about. Obligingly, Hubs unbuttoned his shirt as the girls groaned in protest.
Baby looked over his bug bites, then checked inside her own shirt before looking at her sister.
“16, will you show me your bug bites?”
“NO!” 16 screeched.
She looked at her other sister. “13, will you show me your bug bites?”
“Um, anyway,” 13 said, tossing her hair and rolling her eyes.
Teens and toddlers in the same house. Now that’s entertainment.
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>Love it! That sounds about right. Kids think of the funniest things. I love that both you and your husband showed her yours. Don’t knnow what I would have done. Thanks for the morning laugh!
>Alright, that’s tooooo funny. i LOVE it. great story. I am still giggling… You can totally humilate Baby with that story one day, won’t THAT be great fun? 🙂
>and you’ll get just as much confusion and interest from your son, I have to tell you. My son, who is on the verge of being able to string sentences together, will barge into the bathroom in the morning and as I am getting out of the shower, he’ll point to my bug bites with the most perplexed look on his face. I point back to his, and I think he made the connection the other day, ’cause when I did it, he pinched his, laughed and ran out of the room! These kids, huh? Too funny! I commend you for taking on 3 of them at such different stages in their lives!
>So adorable!!! I definitely think you need to write that story down—-what a great story to pull out of your bag of tricks when she grows up!
>I see what the problem was … Baby forgot to say “please”.
>Just so long as she doesn’t pass this strategy along to her pending baby brother… you’ll be getting calls from school for sure….
>Ha! That was great! I’m 12 years older than my little sister – I remember she was in her “and YOU have boobies…” phase right about the time mine became prominent. Ahh, yeah…totally relate with the girls!
>That was too funny. I love how she had to compare Hubs and hers… When I was little I informed my pediatrician that when I grew up I was going to have LONG breastes (that’s breast-ez) just like my mom. I’m sure my mom wanted to kill me. Instead, she exacts her revenge by telling that story to anyone who will listen. I’m past caring so now I share it too… 🙂
>I have a similar twist in my household. we spread our kids wayy apart. 8, 16, and 22. The funniest thing lately was….and my son would die if he knew i told about this…..My 8 yr old accidentally walked in the bathroom on my 16 yr old…comes running out and says XXXX has a beard above his private. priceless.
>HA! That’s great. Bug bites. Love it!
>Too funny ;~)
>Love it!
>Bug bites. My husband is gonna love that one!
>That’s too cute! I don’t know if you are breastfeeding or not, but that opens up a whole curious zone to explain.16 and 13 will remember all this some day when they have kids of their own. 😉
>Too, too funny.
>Poor 16 and 13, lol!!!
>For some reason, my boys insist on calling their nipples “breastees” like they’re mini-breasts.Which I guess they are.
>great, thanks, now i have gone and peed myself!
>My daughter is 2 1/2 and the other day she started talking about “meeples.” We managed to figure out that she was trying to say “nipples” which we probably taught her one day when she was twiddling hers and asked what they were. She refers to her, um, undercarriage as “parts” which I started to call them after her pediatrician would say, “Let’s just have a look at your Little Girl Parts” during exams. 🙂
>DD used to say that she and DH had nipples and that I have Breasts…ummmm okay.
>That is an awesomely hilarious story.
>When Nooze was around Baby’s age, she skipped into the kitchen shirtless and screamed, “Look! I have NIPPLES!”My husband nearly choked on his coffee, while I just nodded and said “Yes. You certainly do” and kept washing dishes.I can NOT wait until she hits middle school. This will be my favorite story.
>Ok, that is about the cutest thing I’ve heard all week! Kids say the greatest, most hilarious things, don’t they? God, this cracked me up. I don’t have kids but now my husband is bugging me to see my bug bites. (he’s just like a toddler sometimes) 😉
>that is too funny.Erin, that’s priceless.My son (nearly 2) constantly wants to play with my “bobbies”. So does my husband.
>LOL!!! That reminds me of the time Auntie wanted to know what a weenie looked like and mentioned it at the dinner table. I don’t think my dad has been the same since!!xoLBC
>Only because he choked on his food – not because he obliged! His reaction was much the same as 16!! My mom still laughs about it…(sorry.. hit the wrong button!)
>Bug bites!!Luuuuv it!
>That’s awesome. My son, explaining the phenomenon of “bug bites” and surrounding parts to his little sister, said, “Mamas have round ones, Daddies have *straight* ones.”
>Yesterday, the baby was pointing and naming different body parts and I was trying to think of new words to teach him, so I said to him, “Where’s your dimples?” and he strained to look down at his chest and started to point out his nipples. I had NO idea how he knew that and neither does his mom! Funny.
>The mind of a toddler never ceases to amaze, right?I just wanted to share my blog with you because you were part of the inspiration to start it! Love reading your posts every day! Keep up the great work!
>I totally saw the 16 moment coming, yet it was still hilarious. Ha! And now I am imagining your family sitting around the dinner table topless, or at least unbuttoned. Thanks…. (Pumkinpie was rather intrigued when she discovered mine in the bath one night and I pointed out hers and mentioned Misterpie’s. “We have ni-pulls?!” yes, dear.)
>Great story!I remember when babysitting a young girl, she screamed to the whole neighborhood that I wore “diapers”. It was then I realized that she caught a glance of the feminine products in the bathroom cabinet. Her mom realized then it was probably a good time for the a very basic “talk”.
>And at the dinner table no less! HA!
>Cracked up loud enough to wake my 2 and 3 year olds. Nice. BTW, the meanies at italk2much.com bashed my site with evil reviews, saying that my blog is not nearly as good as yours, which they referred to as “the local talent” since we both live in SoCal. They said your blog “way outclasses” mine. They were so scathing and cruel in their review of my blog, although I think they were onto something when they juxtaposed yours against mine b/c your blog is so damn good. Truly. I wish I had slick graphics like yours too. Hey, at least they pointed out your stellar blog to me. That’s the only positive part.
>Hahaha! My nephew ran into the kitchen the other day and asked his mom, “Why do daddies have small scabs and mommies have big ones?” I had no idea what he was talking about until she later clarified what the scabs were.