Cheeky Monkey

From last week on, expect to find me musing about motherhood on a Monday. Weekends are ‘family time’ in our household and so there is usually plenty for me to chew over and ponder. Like what was I thinking when I decided to have kids? How much had I been drinking? And did I ever actually decide?

Sometimes I will share some of the funnier aspects of motherhood. For example we were walking through our local shopping center recently and my son was singing happily. He does that a LOT. He has recently discovered that songs aren’t written is stone and that he can change words to change the meaning. Fantastic! That is another milestone ticked off. Well his change ticked me off too. He started singing;

“Old McDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm he had a Mummy E-I-E-I-O. With a Moo Moo here and a Moo Moo there…”

“Are you calling Mummy a Cow?” I ask, expecting him to say he was just being silly. No such luck.

“Yep! Mummy is a Moo-Cow. Moo!” Delightful, just delightful.

Worse still he has a habit of copying his father. (Yeah, you already have that ‘oh dear’ feeling don’t you?) Well my husband is still sickeningly in love with me, *awwww* and as never been put off by my changing body. He still finds it sexy! How lucky am I to have picked a delusional man to marry! Anyhow, Cooper hears his father call me sexy often. And I have a habit of tickling the top of Cooper’s thighs (just under his bum) because it is his most ticklish spot. So Cooper walks up behind me, and using his big boy manners, asks “Hey sexy lady, can I play with your bum?” Yet another talk about boundaries and appropriateness ensued. I had to wait until later to burst into laughter.