With each day that passes, it seems that Luke's verbal skills increase more and more. And with each day that passes, he says something so silly that I just can't help but laugh. And sometimes shake my head. Sunday night was definitely a head shaking moment.
We went out for a dual-purpose dinner on Sunday. Shane's parents wanted to take him out for his birthday, but since his dad had double-knee replacement surgery yesterday, he was obviously unable to go out on Shane's birthday. Also, due to the aforementioned surgery and the fasting involved, Shane's dad wanted to eat a giant slab of ribs. We went to Smokey's, which looks like a dive but has amazing ribs. Or so I'm told, because I'm such a prissy girl that I can't stand to eat foods that involve getting sauce all over myself. I can attest that the pulled pork sandwiches are wonderful, and the homemade pies are full of sugary goodness. But I digress, because this story has a point, and the point was not to share my culinary likes and dislikes (but for those of you playing along at home, I like sugar and hate messy).
I was wearing a hoodie over a t-shirt because the weather is unseasonably made of awesome right now, and when we got settled in at our table, I took the hoodie off. This somehow prompted Luke to jab his finger into my chest and loudly proclaim, "MY num nums!" followed by the proudest smile and head nod you have ever seen. I should mention that my in-laws are very freaked out by toddler nursing, but even so, Luke's proclamation drew quite the laugh out of them.
AND THEN, after claiming my breasts for his very own, Luke proceeded to eat half my sandwich and ALL of my pecan pie. I can handle a toddler staking his claim to my cleavage, but my pie? That one hurt.
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Oh, Erin... that story is charming and beautiful and lovely and just plain old funny! You really are a perfect Mommy... your gifts of laughter and love are making each moment of Luke's life so miraculous!
(as an aside, I nursed Jane until she was 3 -gaspgaspgasp- ... actually, she was 2 years and 364 days! The night before she turned 3, I told her that 3 year old girls don't have "lubies" anymore. She said, "OK" and that was that! My Janie turns 28 today!)
And it starts... btw his appetite will not be getting any better, my kids are eating me out of house and home.
My three-year old, who was weaned at 2 months, when I went back to work, is still obsessed with my chest. It is not very big, but he likes to pat them and count them, and talk about how he doesn't have any because he is a boy.
And then they grow up to be obsessed with them again :)
more proof how much you love your children. Nursing and PIE.
LOL! Buy the boy his OWN pie!
That is so funny! I love this story and you know when you share it with him he is going to laugh too.
SO CUTE!!Kids say the darndest things! My 2 year old niece and bestest friend, over the summer while swimming at a barbecue, her dad (my brother) took off her wet bathing suit and she proceeded to escape and frolic around the party naked for a bit. Then she turned to me with a gleeful expression and SCREAMED in the middle of the cookout "Angela!!!! You wanna get all naked too and run with me?!?!?!?" Hilarious, and embarassing.
You are such a gifted storyteller! I could visualize the whole dinner (ribs and pie and all. I love me some ribs!) and the laughs all around.
It only gets better. My son is a talker, as in he NEVER stops talking. He's 5 now, so we've had more than our fair share of "I can't believe he said that" and "Did you hear what he just said!!!?" moments.
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