Warning: these photos will melt your heart.
Seriously, I warned you.
I broke my own “no nekky baby on the internet” rule because I love these so much, although I did take great care to cover up all her little lady bits. (And still her daddy thought they were too revealing upon reading today’s post, hence the re-edit. Such a good daddy.)
Speaking of which…
There’s been lots of discussion around here about what to call certain body parts. When I was growing up, my family referred to girl parts as “binkies.” I do not need to tell you about the confusion this caused once we were old enough to discover that “binkies” is what the entire rest of the world calls pacifiers.
I don’t need to.
But I will.
Like that one time my sister was sitting in the doctor’s office and dropped her pacifer on the floor. “Oh no, a sweet little old lady said, you’ve gone and lost your binky!”
Which in turn caused my sister to have a hysterical melt down in which she may or may not have whipped off her pull-up in the middle of the waiting room, lifted her skirt and tearfully asked the other patients if it was, indeed, still there. If you think my mother was mortified, try being her seven year old sister. I was scarred for life by her little peep show.
In the NICU, Scarlette had a nurse that was fond of saying “She just LOVES her binky” and I never could quite keep from cringing slightly, even though I realize that it’s totally my own hangup.
Needless to say, when we found out we were having a girl I struck binky from the list of things we would refer to her girl parts as. I polled my friends as to their childhood vocabulary and then proceeded to also shoot down “tootie, toot-toot, tink, cookie, and vee-vee.” Is this because I live in the south?
My English friend Jo once said the words “lady bits” in a very posh accent to me and since I’m really fond of Prince William all things British I think we’ve settled on lady parts/bits, although we’ll teach her the correct names for the anatomy as well.
And to add to the mix, my best friend is having her first boy (congrats Tiff!) and growing up with all sisters, neither of us have any idea what to call boy parts. This subject is tossed about between us a few times a week and we’re at a total loss.
Feel free to share your (family friendly) suggestions with us. Or your own embarrassing childhood stories if you’re like me and have way more of the latter 😉
(p.s. today is the last day to enter to win the scrapbooking kit from Studio Calico)
