Hey everyone, I’m back! Did ya miss me?
All together now…
“Oh, were you gone?”
There, now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’d like to introduce you to someone. Don’t worry, he’s not a threat…yet. He’s my son. He’s nine months old. He shall henceforth be referred to as “BabyGuy.”
That’s right, BabyGuy. The trip I just returned from proved to me that I did not give birth to a little cuddly baby boy. He is a Guy, in the truest sense of the word.
We went up north, to Marquette Island. While we were on my dad’s boat, BabyGuy was so totally enraptured by the boat motor and the wake behind it, I had to poke him to make sure he was still breathing. Big boat, big water, loud motor. Oooooh.
On Sunday, my dad built a small campfire so we could roast marshmallows & make smores. The fire was just glowing coals, really, perfect for optimum marshmallow roasting. BabyGuy was captivated. He was sitting on my dad’s lap, just staring at the fire. Then all of a sudden, the fire flamed up. Not huge, but flamey nonetheless. BabyGuy went nuts. Jumping up & down, waving his arms, laughing his diapered little fanny off. If BabyGuy could talk, I know what he’d be saying: [Beavis]Fire! Hehehehehehe! Fire! Fire![/Beavis]
Now, I tried to rationalize by saying “Okay, he likes fire and water…maybe he’ll grow up to be a fireman! Yeah! That’s it!” But that little mom voice in the back of my head kept saying “You’re going to need the services of the fire department before BabyGuy ever joins it.”
BabyGuy also appears to be quite heterosexual. Oh, he enjoys the company of guys. He is quite happy when there’s men present. But when a woman enters his line of sight, look out. He just full-out cutes it. Bats his little eyelashes, gets all cuddly, and tries really, really hard to get his hands on some boobs (he gets that from his dad–BabyGuy is a bottle baby, and has never once seen my breasts).
So, that is the story of my BabyGuy. Please take good care of him as he moves through the ranks from BabyGuy to BigGuy. I trust you SDMB Guys…but I am his mom, and I know where you live.