Hindsight is 20/20

I recently taught Little Guy to say "vagina", "penis", and "boob." I opted for teaching him the "official" words for body parts - with the exception of "boob", which I prefer to "breast" for some reason.

Anyway, I thought it was kinda cute how he had all of these new words. Plus, I want him to feel comfortable with the parts of the body - after all, they are beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of.

However.

I didn't count on what would happen when I took shopping with me for maternity clothes. I could only endure a couple minutes of him squealing "mommy....boob-ie!.... vageeeeena!" in the dressing room before I had to get the hell outta there.

Can you say humiliation?

How will we ever go clothes shopping again?

Confession

Even though I have ceased posting here, I still check my site meter once in a while. And people are still clicking over. Well, by people, I mean random folks googling for "barny*rd p*rn".

Ah memories. *sigh*

Sorry if I get a bit nostalgic about it. Sometimes I feel that I might just post here once in a while for old time's sake. Because there are just some things I want to write about that just can't go on my new family blog.

Like barnyard porn. Ya know?