Squeaky’s Blog

We all dream.  We have good dreams, bad dreams, strange dreams and dreams we don’t remember.  It’s the things we do in our life and the things that we go through that affect us and give us some of our dreams.  It’s said a women will dream about babies if she is pregnant even before she knows she it.  Some say that if you dream about death it means life and vice versa.  We have dreams we want to forget and then ones that we want to share.  I have shared a many dreams along the way and I encourage WC to share his dreams with me.  WC tells me about his dreams daily.  Usually, every morning we start with the good mornings and how did you sleep and from there we go into if he had any dreams.  He then normally tells me that he had a nightmare and describes it in great detail.  I listen to him and ask him if it was a good dream or a bad dream.  Then I try to explain what a nightmare really is.  This is a conversation we have on a daily basis almost and it’s normally first thing.  So, when we were riding home in the car the other day he started talking about his dreams again I was surprised.  I think because we have to take the interstate to get home which he calls a bridge.  Since, we have to drive under the overpass to get on it.  He hates the being under the overpass and the bridge as he calls it.  He always asks for something to cover up with so he can hide and take a nap.  Well this day he removed the cover and started talking about how he woke up and had a dream.  WC proceeds to tell me about how when he dreams, he dreams of boobs.  He dreams of all girls with big boobs and going to the beach to see them.  He says he doesn’t dream about seeing my boobs though because that’s icky since I am the mommy.  WC says it doesn’t matter who the girls are just as long as they have big boobs.  He likes boobs and they make him happy.  He wants me to take him to the beach so he can see all the girls with big boobs because we are in Florida now.  He says Florida has lots of beaches with girls with big boobs.  That’s what he wants to do and that’s what he dreams about.  He wants to know when the summer is going to get here because I keep telling he has to wait for the summer.  So, now I want to know if it’s that simple.  Do we just really dream about what makes us happy?  Or is this just some phase he is going through because I am still breast feeding and that’s what started his fascination with boobs.  Will this go away in time?  Will he continue to love girls with big boobs?  Is this a sign of him being a family man when he gets older like the saying?  Will he always dream of boobs or will he grow out of it and dream of something more appropriate for his age?  What is appropriate for him to dream about though?  Am I wrong for thinking he should be dreaming of something else?  Have I turned him into a boob fanatic?  Or should I just encourage him to dream about what ever makes him happy and if that’s boobies then by all means go for it?  He does at times point out to girls and friends that they have big ones though.  I guess at this point I am just grateful that he doesn’t run up and grab girl’s boobs.   

I have been nonstop talking about moving.  Depending on what part about the move will depend on how I feel about it.  W.C on the other hand has been nonstop negative.  He gets upset and says he doesn’t want to move, sell the house, get a new one, and make new friends or anything.  He is my child that doesn’t like change.  He never has.  You have to give him time and make it something he really likes in order for it to go over well with him.  W.C. loves horses and we keep hearing that Ocala, FL where we are going is horse country.  Everyone is telling us that it is some kind of horse capital.  I was hoping that this would encourage W.C. to like the idea and want to move.  It has helped, but didn’t do a whole lot to change his mind.  So, this is the really bad part.  I nurse the baby and ever since I started W.C. has become obsessed with boobs.  Well when you think about Florida you think spring break, beaches and girls in little bathing suits.  I am sure you see where I am going with this.  I told W.C. that Florida had lots of girls with big boobs and little bathing suits.  I think this was almost a week ago now and that is what did it.  He is telling everyone and excited, he asks everyday if we are going yet and when.  He tells my mom and my mother in law every time they call “We’re going to Florida, you know Florida? They have girls, I like girls.  You know boys like girls.  Girls have boobs.  I like boobs.”  Then if they are lucky he will ask if they want to come too.  This was also the topic of conversation at the shot clinic today.  Yeah it was great the ladies loved it and he had them rolling.  I know it sounds horrible but I had to do something to get the kid to be happy about it.  This is what worked and it’s not like it’s that horrible, just not great.  But hey, maybe it will make the transition easier for him.  After all that was the purpose of telling him.  I guess we will see what happens in the next few weeks. 

Its official I hate boobs!  They aren’t good for anything but nursing and for some women not even that.  I have to say though; with my first son I had so much milk.  I became engorged.  The only way to describe it was they looked like chocolate chip cookies with a chip in the middle that was melted and barley sticking out.   This time around though, that is not the case.  My son eats every two to three hours and he is 5 months old.  He had doubled his weight by three months so I know he is getting enough.  But anyway, I have been in the past called a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.  I sometimes wish they were bigger for different reason mostly to be able to buy shirts and bras that fit right.  My husband though doesn’t care he always says anything more than a mouthful is a waste.  So thanks honey.  My son on the other hand is in love with boobs.  So, after a trip to the commissary today I decided that I hate boobs.  We nearly had a temper tantrum while we were there but made it home with only whining.  He was going on and on about this other lady.  Telling me I wasn’t his friend anymore and we had to go find her.  He said he loved her and wanted to go home with her.  I knew who he was talking about and why but played it off like no big deal.  Then after a few aisles of listening to him I asked who and why.  He told me the lady in the pink shirt.  “I love her” he said.  So, again why does he love her I asked?  “I love her mommy because she has big boobs.  I love boobies.”  WOW!  What do you say to that?  I am sure a few soldiers and families over heard the conversation too.  I know he had a small obsession with them before I had the baby but it just seems to have gotten worse.  Every mom that I have talked to said it was going to be worse because I am nursing the baby and I think may be true.  I also think that Attack of the Show from the G4 network didn’t help either.  We were watching it a few months ago when they did a story on you tube and the most watched videos.  The newest thing was boob slapping.  It was funny ad stupid all at the same time.  We didn’t think anything of it at the time.  Now a few months later and I so, regret having watched it.  My oldest the boob fan, is constantly trying to slap my boobs now too.  Every time I take a shower, try to get dressed, or when his little heart  desires, he starts laughing and says “booby punch” or “booby slap” and goes for it.  So, I am constantly trying to block blows to the boobs.  Now he is in love with other women with big boobs and I am not his friend.  After today I am rethinking taking him anywhere for fear of women with big boobs lurking around the next corner.  Once again, yes I hate boobs!