Little boys and little girls are so different. They really are. When I was getting Timeka, Imani and Aaliyah out of the baby stages they were almost a piece of cake. They were gentle and sweet and quiet. They loved to sit for hours and play with dolls or in their rooms or just staring at me as I did my thing with my own life.
KJ is my only son and I am trying to adjust to him and I have never done that before. This child is a being all of his own. He does things that only are relative to his DNA telling him he is a boy and he knows no better, he is only doing what little boys do I suspect. He knows the gender differences.
I have an example, when I am at the swap meet and my brother is there with his partner in crime working on cars or installing sound systems in the rear of the building that is where he would rather be. I have to beg him over and over to join me in the store which leads only to one thing and that's a fight. He will lay out in pools of oil and play in piles of spark plugs and roll tires of course under the watchful eye of his uncle Edward who assures me "He's just being a boy he is ok let him be girl go back up front!"
Which of course I can't do so I pick him and take him back up front with me and sit in the open office where people come to pick up UHaul keys and sit with him while I work on the city website. Which leads to my son and I fighting in front of customers and me losing the battle over and again. I plead with snacks and with juice or a toy to no avail.
Finally after KJ has worn himself thin and I apologize profusely to customers over and over who think this shit is cute, he falls asleep with a finger in his mouth and his hand in his pants holding his petie.
Yep you read that right. KJ discovered his little buddy when he was about six months old. Each time I would change his diaper he would grab all of it including the little testicles and just hold it the palm of his hand while smiling like the world could get no better.
Night times in the summer would produce a naked KJ in his crib with his legs wide open a diaper on the floor and a sleeping little dude with his petie in his hand like it was his teddy bear. I finally got to where I was putting his diaper on backwards but all he did was figure out how to pull petie out of the side of his diaper to roll him around between finger and thumb. Interesting I don't recall my daughters being so obsessed with their genatalia. My son has even found a way to turn petie inside out making it seem as if he has two belly buttons, now how silly is that? I am standing there freaking out trying to figure out where in the world petie was and why did my son have two navels? I finally got to the bottom of it and wiggled that little thing back out of its turtleneck which by the way tickled KJ.
THAT in itself to see my son smile as I prod along in his pubic area is a concern to me. But that is another story.
The final straw was when he had stuck his hand in his pants pulled petie out of the side of his diaper and peed on the kitchen floor with the ease of an adult man that had been weeing his whole life like this. When he was done he just simply walked away with me standing behind him my mouth wide open.
What's next I wonder, only KJ knows as he discovers himself and his little bitty world and I go behind him with a mop and bucket. Is this is sign of things to come.
If I have anything to do with it he WILL learn to pee on the Cheerio in the potty.
Till Next Time.
Mamma
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