Thursday, March 01, 2007

"That's My Boy!" exclaimed Mr. Schmitty

Today I was in the kitchen and I heard T. call to me. He was on the potty and needed a wipe. I really can't wait until those days are over. Anyway, I go upstairs, open the door and he's sitting on the john reading, well not reading but looking at this:
Yes, that is my new Victoria Secret Catalogue. He looks up at me, grinning from ear to ear, and says, "I like girls." I'm SO glad I walked in on him drooling over the photos at only 4 years old. When my magazine starts to disappear at the age of, I don't know, say 14 or 15, I'll make sure to always knock first. And as would be expected, Mr. Schmitty was very proud of his son today!


Anonymous said...

Reminds me of when my husband taught my pre-school son to say, "mom, I want a hummer!" (refering to the vehicle)

He thinks he's so funny.

The Green Family said...


When our son Ben was about three I caught him feeling up a mannequin in Target.
Hubby thought it was hilarious.


Valerie said...

LOL that is so funny. My T likes to remind me that I have boobs, as if I could forget. BTW thank you for your well wishes, I am feeling much better today.

schultzie said...

I just read your post on paxil and just want to quickly share with you my experiences. I was diagnosed with post partum after the birth of both my children…I ended up on paxil and HATED what it did to me (so tired all the time, no sex drive etc). I went off it and went about my business. However, I was getting anxiety attacks that I dealt with with Xanax. Then around xmas this year, the anxiety attacks became crippling (like you, not sleeping, not eating, knots in my stomach, not able to enjoy anything, especially my kids). I was worried about developing a dependency on Xanax. My doctor asked me to try an older anti-depressent called amitrypaline (SP?). I am very wary of medication because I've tried a few, all with negative effects. Well, I tired it and my life changed overnight, and I'm not exagerrating. I slept well for the first time in I don't remember how long. When I am woken up by a little one needing something, I am able to fall asleep again afterwards (before I would just lay there, stressing about whether they would cry out for me again). I can go out and enjoy the company of my husband and friends (before I would stress the whole time about whether or not things were falling apart at home with the babysitter).
I know I am a stranger to you, but your experience with anxiety tugged at my heartstrings and I just wanted to share my experience with you.
I hope things work out for you.

Deb said...

I guess boys start young! That is really cute!

Maria said...

I have ordered so many things from the Victoria Secret catalogs...and then I get them and try them on and I am soooo disappointed. WHY can't I look all sultry and naughty? I look like a librarian who is in WAY over her head.

Gingers Mom said...

It is amazing how young it starts. I have a 2 year old boy who tells me all the time that he loves Boobies. Whacha gonna do? LOL