at least once every day, and Genevieve recently discovered that *other people* have belly buttons, too. You can imagine how delighted she was by this discovery. 
Sometimes I get caught up in the busy work of caring for Genevieve. We have a lot of fun, but she is very demanding. There are hard days, and there are "dime days"- you know, days that are TEN TIMES as good as "lucky penny" days. But she's still my baby, every single day, and I know that one day I'll turn around and - BAM! She'll be all grown up.
With that in mind, we have a long-observed diaper-changing ritual. Once she has been cleaned up and is in a fresh diaper, I kiss her bellybutton. I flurburt her belly. I kiss her little knees. And if we're being totally honest here, sometimes I nibble on her nose. I love sharing these moments with her; being present and mindful.
She loves it. She laughs and laughs on the changing table, and those are the moments where I think to myself, "I am ROCKING this parenting business!"
She's turned the tables on me, too. When Genevieve sees exposed flesh, she flurburts it, and exposed belly buttons? Those get kisses, of course.
We called it "furpling". And yes, it's an awesome thing! She will also, in public, raise your shirt high to flurburt your belly button -- you've been warned. :-)
ReplyDeleteWe call them 'zerberts' :) The kids think it's hysterical :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteI love your diaper-changing ritual. We "flurburt", too! (and thanks for teaching me a new word)