Wednesday, 28 January 2009
by Mama Pig
Yes, you read that right. Caleb and Emily have become strippers. I'm not sure when it happened, but I have noticed it these last few days.
Caleb refuses to wear anything but his undies around the house. I put clothes on him to leave and the moment we hit the inside of the house, off they go. He says he feels better in his undies. Oh well, nobody ever visits and we live in the country. Carry on undie boy.
Emily has been a bit more sneaky about her desire to strip. She absolutely hates socks so I don't even bother to put them on her adorable little feet anymore. Within two minutes of them being on they are off and forever lost. Okay, I'm not a fan of anything on my feet so I understand where she gets that from. However, now she seems to not desire to wear a shirt anymore either.
The other day I was almost positive that not only had I dressed her, but that I had indeed placed a shirt on her little body. Five minutes out of the room and I come back to a topless toddler. At first I thought Caleb had decided she needed to go free, but he was in the back room and had not gone near her. I was slightly perplexed. Shirt is placed back on and I head to the kitchen to watch undetected.
Sure enough, she looks around to see if I am nearby and then slowly starts to work her arms out of the shirt. Within thirty seconds it is gone and she is laughing. At least she hadn't figured out to take her pants off. Oops...she had.
One minute after the shirt came off there went the pants and the diaper. I was staring at a naked baby sitting on my couch watching "Blue's Clues". Short of duct tape, I am unsure how to keep her stripping to a minimum.
I have learned that she can't get her blue jeans off, so she spends most days in those now. Topless of course, because I only have one bodysuit for her and I can't wash it fast enough to keep it on her. The only thing keeping her shirt on is those snaps.
So, I am off to chase a naked baby around and try and convince Caleb that the people at Wal-Mart really don't want to see his Diego undies. I guess this would make me one of those "rednecks" Jeff Foxworthy always jokes about. You might be a redneck if your toddler can work the pole better than a Playboy bunny.
Were you a "stripper" as a child? What about your children?