What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to your little baby boy? 😏
I decided to ask my lil' guy what he thought the most embarrassing thing was and he said this :) So lemme give ya some more details bcos this was one of my favorite days. I wrote about the lead up to the mall trip here if ya wanna read that.
Once I got my boy caged, cozy in his pull-ups and dressed we were on our way.
"Baby," I notice him fidgeting in the car, playing with his hands, squirming in his seat, "How ya feelin'?" The poor thing had dealt with relentless teasing over the last four days...I couldn't blame him for having trouble sitting still.
"Mommy," He whines, hooking an arm around mine which was resting comfortably on the center console, "Needy and - and - and -...and," He pauses to let out the cutest little huff, "-and small...'cos mommy, my baby part."
I pull into one of the open spots in the parking garage and put the car in park before turning to place a kiss to his forehead.
"I know, baby. You're doing so well! It's frustrating when mommy tells you no, isn't it?" I reach over to palm his caged part through his sweatpants which earns another whine. "Alright, alright. No fussing! Let's go, baby."
Once we're both out of the car, he has to take a quick phone call. As he's talking, I take in the sight of him. He's 6'1", muscular, his body covered in tattoos. He looks like a real tough guy. He could squish me like a bug with ease...and yet...he looks to me for guidance. He's trusted me to keep him safe, to care for his brain and body, to make decisions that will make the both of us better. He's handed his autonomy over to me almost completely and it's so beautiful and I feel so lucky.
I only realize I've been staring at him smiling once he hangs up and snaps me out of it.
"Whaaaat?" He giggles, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze. Even though he's my little boy, he never fails to make me feel safe and taken care of too.
"You're just so precious," I smile up at him, tugging him towards the mall.
"I'm not even doing anything!"
"I know! You're precious without even trying!" I poke his side and he giggles again.
We walk through the mall and I swing our arms. After a few minutes, I see it.
VICTORIA'S SECRET in big letters, straight ahead.
"Oh, baby! Look!" I point, "You excited?"
He gasps and mumbles a quiet 'Oh my god' as we get closer.
When we finally walk through the entrance, I give his hand a squeeze. It wasn't super crowded, but there were a decent amount of people shopping around.
We're almost immediately approached by an associate letting us know there was a "Panty Party" happening and we could get seven pairs of panties for only $35 dollars.
"Panty Party!" I gasp, smiling at the associate, "This is fantastic news! Thank you so, so much for letting us know."
I could basically feel the heat that was radiating off of my little boy's face. I look up and do a little visual check in. "Let's start over there?" I nod toward an area of the store that was empty.
"Mhm...oh'-...okay..." I could tell he was excited but also deeply embarrassed which is exactly what I wanted.
I pull him toward the large display with the cutest cotton panties you could ever imagine.
"Okay, baby," My voice is quiet despite this side of the store being empty - this moment is just for us. "You've got to tell me which ones you like! ...oh," I reach for a pair that's got little strawberries all over it, "...how 'bout these? They're nice and soft."
"I - ....I like those...I like those, mhm. Yes please."
"Perfect!" I smile and make a mental note to praise his manners before I hold the pair of panties out to him to take. "You get to hold them."
"Oh...my god," He blinks at me, eyes wide, his cheeks getting even more red somehow. He takes the panties and I take his free hand, pulling him along to each little panty station.
To anybody else, this would appear normal - like a couple shopping for panties...the poor guy getting drug along from station to station, wanting to be anywhere else.
But my little girl earned these panties! He wanted to be right here with mommy, celebrating his four whole days of denial.
"How about these? Do you like these?" I hold up another pair, only to watch him melt silently. It's a good thing we had him caged...he is waaaaay too little to control his eager baby part.
Before we know it, we've got seven pairs of the cutest panties for my sweet baby.
We checkout and I hand him the bag to carry through the mall.
"You did so well, babydoll!" I take his hand and start walking us in the direction of the Cold Stone "I think you've earned some ice cream!"
