Tuesday, January 27, 2009

THE SECURITY "BLANKET"

Cakes has a security blanket. Sort of. You know how she didn't wean until she was two? Well, I guess weaning took away her article of security (namely, her food source), and she replaced it with ... well ...


... my cleavage (as you can see, sometimes Bean is prompted to join in the cleavage spelunking). You will often find Cakes up to her elbow in my bosom. She does it at home, she does it in public (prompting complete strangers to say things like, "Do you keep your wallet in there?"). I've asked her what she's looking for. Her answers range from a piece of candy to the baby in my belly to my parents' dogs.

Today, Cakes had a well-check visit with her pediatrician. Going to the doctor is a little nerve-wracking for anyone. So, I spent the entire visit hunching and contorting so that Cakes could maintain her hold on my cleavage during the entire visit.

Today during dinner, Cakes said, "Tum here, Mama. I want to put my hand in your cleabage." I'm hoping she will outgrow this. I keep having visions of my sixteen-year-old daughter sitting next to me with her hand down my shirt ...

4 comments:

Merin said...

"cleavage spelunking" just made my whole day. day... night... whatever. i'm pulling an all-nighter for an exam tomorrow. hilarious post!

Tanya said...

Wow. I knew all this, but I'm just shocked you posted it - with a picture! - for the whole world to see. LOL. No inhibitions here!

Alexia said...

LOL My boys do this too, but not with as much frequency - it's nice to know I'm not the only one with little hands between my boobs!

Andrea McMann said...

That is priceless! "Cleabage!" My son used to rub a mole on my neck so frequently that I'd have to put a band aid on it to keep him off of it! It actually got sore and almost raw! Now, he's six, and I can't remember the time he rubbed it. :( He stopped so fast...