I have very unique children.
I mean that.
Lillie has suddenly developed a totally irrational fear.
Omphalophobia.
The fear of.............BELLY BUTTONS! Yes, you read that right. Now you may scratch your head in confusion. I am.
It started strangely enough when she decided to pull up my shirt and check out my "mommy-tummy". ( You know the kind girls. Two beautiful little girls later, my tummy isn't as "cute" or "tight" as it was 6 years ago....)
She started freaking out. Crying. Pulling my shirt down. All that jazz.
I should be horribly offended by my child's obvious repulsion to the belly that made her who she is today. But instead of crying, I laughed. I took her cute little hand and tried to have her touch it and said, "Belly button. This is a belly button, Lil." She would have NONE of that. More pulling away. More painful face. Like it actually hurt her to look at it!
Fast forward a day or so. I decided to see if this was a freak occurrence. Oh no. It was not. Well, maybe it is just mine that she despises. Nope. She won't even look at or touch her own. I tried. I took pictures of me trying to convince her they are just a button. On the belly. Nothing horrible. But she is convinced. Something in her one-year-old brain says "Stay away from those freaky holes! Don't even touch!"
Strange.
But unique.
Well unique is her middle name.
I mean that.
Lillie has suddenly developed a totally irrational fear.
Omphalophobia.
The fear of.............BELLY BUTTONS! Yes, you read that right. Now you may scratch your head in confusion. I am.
It started strangely enough when she decided to pull up my shirt and check out my "mommy-tummy". ( You know the kind girls. Two beautiful little girls later, my tummy isn't as "cute" or "tight" as it was 6 years ago....)
She started freaking out. Crying. Pulling my shirt down. All that jazz.
I should be horribly offended by my child's obvious repulsion to the belly that made her who she is today. But instead of crying, I laughed. I took her cute little hand and tried to have her touch it and said, "Belly button. This is a belly button, Lil." She would have NONE of that. More pulling away. More painful face. Like it actually hurt her to look at it!
Fast forward a day or so. I decided to see if this was a freak occurrence. Oh no. It was not. Well, maybe it is just mine that she despises. Nope. She won't even look at or touch her own. I tried. I took pictures of me trying to convince her they are just a button. On the belly. Nothing horrible. But she is convinced. Something in her one-year-old brain says "Stay away from those freaky holes! Don't even touch!"
Strange.
But unique.
Well unique is her middle name.
So funny. She would have nightmares if she saw my belly button! I don't blame her belly buttons are odd.
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