The time has come

Roxanne finally got her foot in her mouth this morning. This is kind of a big deal around here. I know it sounds sort of dull and maybe even gross, but for me and Justin who have seen it coming for weeks, it's pretty thrilling. She only did it once, and it wasn't clear whether or not she realized that the foot was not the same thing as her finger (which is ALWAYS in her mouth), but she did make a little face. Kind of like a face you make when you lick chocolate off of your finger but realize that there was some hand sanitizer on there, too. You are expecting familiar deliciousness (baby finger) but get familiar deliciousness mixed with ickiness (baby toe complete with baby toe jam). It also occurred to me that Roxanne has probably never smelled or tasted foot before.

Sometimes I think my parental epiphanies are unusual. I read about moms being thrilled with their babies firsts, and wondering about the wonderment with which their child views the world. I think about that stuff, but I also think about Roxanne tasting her foot for the first time. I wonder if it tastes like foot smells. I have a sneaking suspicion that I might be a 12 year old boy in a mom's body. At least some of the time. For now, I think it's OK, but I'm going to have to train myself not to laugh uncontrollably every time Roxanne coughs and farts at the same time. Because that seriously cracks me up. I still have vivid memories of being punished when I laughed at an accidental fart at the dinner table. So I'm inferring that parents are not supposed to perpetuate the notion that things like farts and burps are funny. Any tips would be appreciated.