Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Gross things little boys do...

As Aaron gets older he learns new skills and becomes more adventurous. I've recently started to realize how many things he does that just plain gross me out. I don't know whether or not any or all of these things are only related to what little boys do, but I don't recall seeing little girls with the same behaviors.

One of the many examples happened when we were at my older sister's house last Sunday. Her oldest daughter came upstairs carrying Aaron in a rather odd way. She explained that she had found him in the basement getting into the cat litter of all things. Apparently, he had gotten it everywhere. I took him from her and brought him outside to dust off as much as I could get out of his hair when I saw a bunch of small clumps around his mouth and realized...HE'D EATEN IT!!! Eeewww!!!

Luckily, my sister had gotten some all-natural, corn-based litter and it had just been cleaned recently. Also, her cats are the outdoor type and don't use the litter box very often. I was grateful that the only side effect was a little bit of constipation later that day and the next. Still, that's just GROSS!

He also has an insatiable fascination with toilets, toilet brushes and plungers. I cringe every time I catch him playing in the toilet water and feel my stomach churn whenever he reaches for the toilet brush or plunger. Again, eeewww!!!

I don't know why the interest is there and I don't know how to steer him away from being fascinated by them. I just get to watch him very carefully and do everything I can to keep all bathroom doors closed. (This could make potty-training very interesting.)

This one I know is common among little boys because I've had conversations with many other mothers of little boys about it. I am referring to him playing with his penis -- every chance he gets. This one is not so much stomach churning or being worried about whether or not to rush him to the hospital, but it is still something I am not exactly thrilled with seeing him do. Why are boys (of both the big and the little variety) so fascinated with that part of their body?

With all the gross things Aaron has done, I am still very grateful that I have not walked in "poop wall art" or the "open diaper dinner". Blech!!!

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