We love belly buttons around here. We read Belly Button Book at least once every day, and Genevieve recently discovered that *other people* have belly buttons, too. You can imagine how delighted she was by this discovery.
Sometimes I get caught up in the busy work of caring for Genevieve.
We have a lot of fun, but she is very demanding. There are hard days,
and there are "dime days"- you know, days that are TEN TIMES as good as
"lucky penny" days. But she's still my baby, every single day, and I
know that one day I'll turn around and - BAM! She'll be all grown up.
that in mind, we have a long-observed diaper-changing ritual. Once she has
been cleaned up and is in a fresh diaper, I kiss her bellybutton. I flurburt her belly. I kiss her little knees. And if we're being totally honest here, sometimes I nibble on her nose. I love sharing these moments with her; being present and mindful.
She loves it. She laughs and laughs on the changing table, and those are the moments where I think to myself, "I am ROCKING this parenting business!"
She's turned the tables on me, too. When Genevieve sees exposed flesh, she flurburts it, and exposed belly buttons? Those get kisses, of course.