My original intention, when I first started this blogging sojourn, was to be a Mommy Blogger. Ah…the good ole days. When I would blog about my children. And blog about my in-laws. And miscellaneous misadventures of mommyhood.
Well…somehow. Despite my good mommy blogger-like intentions. Things didn’t…nor do they EVER…go as planned.
I’ve become sort of a belly-button fetish, queen of sex toy giveaway blogger. Well…according to Google Analytics, anyways. Which means…I have every belly button fetish pervert perusing my formally known as Mommy Blog…blog. And, no offense intended…I’m sure you belly button fetish perv…um…people are VERY nice people. But really…this blog only talks about my sons strange fascination with belly buttons…every once in a long while. I’m not REALLY into belly buttons. At. All. My son is. But just a little. And…we are REALLY trying to get him out of that…PHASE. OK…so it’s been lasting a long time. This little period in his life. Like…since, I dunno…birth. But it’ll pass. *crossing fingers*
Either that or, when he gets old enough to do google searches…he’s going to make his way onto HIS mommy’s blog…to read all about HIS belly button fetish.
So…I’m NOT going to talk about sex, sex toys, belly button fetishes or orgasms in this post.
Nope. No siree.
I’m going to talk about my kids. After all, that IS what this blog is (kinda) supposed to be about.
Let’s begin, shall we?
My 5 y/o. You know…the one with the strange obsession with shhh…belly buttons…
Well…he came home the other day. From preschool. And told me that his little friend A…an adorable and sweet little girl…asked him if she could kiss him.
HUH?! I exclaimed. You didn’t let her kiss you, did you? I asked.
DUH Mom. He replied. Of COURSE I didn’t let her. K. would have been so mad!
K…is another GIRL. With whom he has had a love affair since they were 2 1/2 y/o.
Well, at least he is faithful, right?
And speaking of K.
She was over the other day, for a playdate.
They were upstairs, playing in my son’s room. With the door OPEN.
They didn’t realize I was upstairs. And, I overheard my son asking K if she wanted to play the hugging game.
I ran into his room…just a tad concerned about what EXACTLY the hugging game is.
Upon asking him…
he says to me…
It’s where you take your shirts off and lay in bed and hug.
If I were standing in front of you, telling you this story…I would be making an attempt to raise one eyebrow. A piss poor attempt. But…regardless…
Obviously…my son has walked in on Mommy and Daddy…playing a special morning hugging game
And here I thought we were just screwing up the older kids.
Proud Mommy Blogger.
I do talk about my kids.
And not just about sex. And toys. And fetishes.
I was so worried.
I didn’t want to start getting a slutty reputation amongst the fine group of Mommy bloggers out there.
I can, with a clear conscience, still call myself a Mommy blogger amongst Mommy bloggers.
Which is a relief, considering I bribed my way into Alltop and put myself into the section for woman who blog about being Moms.