Day Two

I don't have a penis (those of you who've not met me in person will just have to take my word for that [and so will most of you who have met me, actually]), so I really can't relate to penisy things, but apparently when penis and scrotum meet sand it is pure hilarity. This fascinating bit of news came my way this morning when Thomas decided that he simply couldn't be in the sandbox with his clothes on. First he wanted his toes in the sand, so we took off his socks. A little while later he let me know that the overshirt had to go, then the t-shirt, and then, as if a light went off in his head, he looked at me with this big grin and said, "pants! off!" So, there went the pants, and I thought he'd be content, but no, the diaper was creating a totally unacceptable barrier between his manly bits and the sand and so off it went. Immediately his plumbing was covered in sand and the cackling started. I would have thought that gritty sand cradling one's fragile nether parts would be unpleasant, and I certainly won't be offering my unprotected nooks and crannies to the not so tender embrace of beach grit anytime soon, but if one is a nearly two-year old boy, a sandy package is pure, organic awesome. It's amazing the educational opportunities motherhood presents, isn't it? I've also learned that if you set a boy on the potty but don't take away his markers he'll paint himself a pair of Ken doll bvds in a fetching shade of aqua. Also, poop covered scrotums are irresistable to little toddler hands. When he pees, he has no real interest in grabbing his junk, but if there's even a smear of poo, it's like trying to arm wrestle an octopus to get him wiped and diapered while keeping his hands crap free. And, lastly, I've learned that a mom just can't connect with her son on this issue. I used the word scrotum every day of his life during diaper changes and baths and not once did he acknowledge it or try to say it. Rob, while playing the Point Out That Bodypart game with Thomas one day said "balls" once, and our little man grabbed his diaper and gleefully shouted, "BALLS!" right back. Some things a boy and his mom just won't ever share, I guess.

One thing we can share, though, is a love of the zoo, and so I present to you a small (and sort of grainy because I only had my camera phone) photo safari of Thomas at the petting zoo and play area:

GOATS!


Farmer Thomas has some heavy chores to do!


The zoo seems to have a giant spider problem.



Caught like some unfortunate Edward Gorey child!




But no, our wee hero makes his escape!


Spider schmider...what else you got?