No matter which your preferred term of endearment is: buttocks, nates, arse, butt, backside, bum, buns, can, fundament, hindquarters, hind end, keister, posterior, prat, rear, rear end, rump, stern, seat, tail, tail end, tush, bottom, behind, derriere, fanny, (or, one of the many “R” rated synonyms), one thing is for sure, mom’s everywhere are obsessed with tushies (either their baby’s or their own)!
“Have you tried peas?” people would say. “My son just LOVES apples.”. I think people can’t help themselves. I mean seriously – when I say the kid won’t eat ANYTHING, do they really think I haven’t tried peas or apples? Like I’m suddenly going to say, “OMG – PEAS!! I didn’t even THINK of PEAS!”
I successfully cloth diapered my son for his first 10 months, until solid foods (and my gag reflex) really kicked in in full force. . . Diaper spraying had become an eye-watering, dry-heaving torture and. . . I couldn’t take it anymore. To make a long story short, I abandoned cloth diapering and started down the slippery slope of ease, comfort and extravagant waste. And I liked it. A lot. I call it The Fall.
Roses, strawberry jam, pickles . . . who can resist! This scratch and sniff book by Katherine Howard has it all! Just in time for Easter, this…