A week or so ago, Dom made an incredible discovery.  Until now, his pudgy belly has prevented the full exploration of his lower body.  He is losing the last of his baby fat (which means I am losing my baby, but never mind…).  In the bathtub last week, he stopped pouring water over his belly and craned his head upside down.  “What that, Mommy?”

As I was only half-paying attention, I threw out a few random guesses.  “Cup.  Water.  Bubbles.”  Each guess was met with an aggravated shake of his head. 

“No, Mommy.  That!”  He pointed to his lower tummy with a very concerned look on his face. 

“That is your belly button.  That is how you ate while you were in Mommy’s tummy.”

“Oh.”  Over the next few days, Dom inspected his navel often.  He has also pulled our shirts far enough up to inspect ours. 

Fast forward to a few days ago, when we went to visit my sister and her family.  Dom played the belly button game with everyone there, and he spent the bulk of his time with Lisa (18) and Tommy (13), his cousins, and Tommy’s girlfriend, Kristin.

It was a wonderful afternoon.  But as we drove out of their development, I nearly took out a mailbox.  All because my sweet baby said, “Kristin feed baby with belly button?  Lisa do it?”  Good Lord, I hope not.

And that is not a conversation I am willing to have with a two year old, anyway.