Alas, my sweet little Pudgie has finally started talking...without the help of speech therapy...that is an altogether different book I could write....not a good one either. He is saying his A B C'S, talking in 5 word sentences and finally taking the fear out of my head.
Somehow, Pudgie has gotten it into his head that all little kids his size or smaller are called, "PUBBIE." He says Pudgie all the time, but when he refers to himself or other little babies at the gym or a store, suddenly it's, "Mommy, Mom, MaaaaaaaaM....awwwwh a Pubbie." He wants to snuggle and cuddle and just love on them.
In the last three days he has found a favorite Pubbie. A doll. Yes, Pudgie loves dolls. Not just any doll. A special doll. He has absolutely fallen in love with a little green ogre baby that he got in his Hummer at Christmas. It almost scares me. He puts him in a shopping cart, carries him around like a car carrier, wraps him in blankets, makes me put a diaper on him and tells me his Pubbie smells like a cow when he needs a diaper change. Pudgie also tells me he smells like a cow when he needs his changed as well.
For the past two nights he has been sleeping with Pubbie. Tonight I could not share the bed anymore. So Pubbie helped Pudgie catch some Z's. Someday he will get me for this!
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