One thing I decided to do with Baby Girl was to teach her the proper terms for her anatomy when she asked. No more wee-wees, pee-pees, hoo-has, or junk. As much as I hate using the right terms (I was raised calling my bits a petunia blossom, after all), I’ve read all the articles about how it’s important to use the right words for reasons you can look up on your own.
As I’ve mentioned in other posts, Baby Girl has had quite the vocabulary explosion in recent weeks. Maybe months at this point. At any rate, she’s talking a lot. (And a lot of it is intelligible.) And she wants to know what everything is. As such, earlier this week I was
finally obligated provided with the opportunity to teach her what’s what.
“Mommy, what’s dat?” Baby Girl asked, as she took notice of a new-to-her body part.
“That’s your vulva,” I told her.
“Bulba?” she asked.
“Right, vulva,” I said.
At that, she stood up and bent over to get a better look.
“Wow-ee! Cool!” Baby Girl exclaimed. “Hi there, bulba!” she said, while waving at it. I laughed so hard.
A few days later, I gather that little boys aren’t the only ones obsessed with their stuff. (I’m not obligated to using the proper terms on my blog.)