I nursed Wesley and I plan on nursing Henry too when he arrives. I had been waiting to have this conversation with Wesley, we had already discussed how the baby grows in mommy's belly, umbilical cords and how the baby can pee in there (hilarious evidently). WE have talked about how mommy will go to the hospital to have the baby and how a doctor will help mommy get the baby out. Wesley has informed me I need to "push like I am pooping" when the time comes. So, as you can see I am fairly open with information when he asks questions but I am not about to start discussing all the dirty details unless he cares enough to ask. I knew it was only a matter of time before how the baby was fed came up.
At first, I just told him that Mommy would make special milk for the baby to drink the first few months until he was able to eat baby food and solids. He was fine with this up until last Friday when we had lunch out with some friends. My friend has a daughter who is on formula and Wesley watched as she mixed up a bottle for her. A few days later on Sunday the topic of feeding Henry came up and Wesley asked if I was going to pour in the powder into the bottle of water and shake it up. Now was the moment I had been waiting for, rehearsing what I was going to say in my head.
It went something like this:
Me: "Well, Mommy is going to feed our baby a little differently than that. Remember how we talked about how God made girls and boy different so that girls can carry a baby in their belly while boys don't? (nods from Wesley) god also made mommies so that they could make food for their babies to eat, we make a special milk for the baby to drink. The milk comes after the baby is born and Mommy will use her breasts-uh boobies-to feed the baby. so when Baby Henry is hungry, Mommy will take him and feed him. Sometimes I will put the milk in a bottle and you can feed him. I can show you some pictures of Mommy feeding you this way if you want."
At this point, Wesley is very quiet so I glance back to see if he is just processing all this or what. I look back (we were in the car) and see him with a HUGE grin on his face.
I ask tentatively "Wesley? Do you understand?"
He replies: "Mommy....you said 'boobies'!" And then processes to crack up for the next 5 minutes.
So, out of that whole conversation all he got was....."boobies". Sigh. Boys. They really never change or grow up when it comes to the boob.
2 comments:
O.M.G. That was hillarious. He is too cute. I love it. I havent laughed this much in a while =)
that's hilarious!
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