Friday, August 14, 2009

Odd traits I've passed on

Little Elvis may look a lot like his daddy, and has the energy level of his daddy. But he's got some decidedly odd habits or traits that I have to take ALL of the credit for.

1. His love of mustard. I'm not sure I've ever loved mustard as much as Little Elvis does -- um, he could eat a meal of nothing but mustard, and has -- but I do like it. Right now I can't eat mustard, due to the heartburn it gives me. Usually though, our fridge is stocked with about 5 different types of mustard and some little containers of McDonald's Hot Mustard. All that mustard is for me.

2. Little Elvis also loves flour (guess he's a flour child, get it?) So do I. When we were packing up the kitchen, I put the flour bag in a box. He kept pulling it out and demanding more flour. Not asking. Demanding. I used to sneak flour out of the special flour drawer that my Mawmaw had for biscuits and cookies. I would sneak some and then lie to my mom about it with flour all over my face.

3. Little Elvis needs to know where we are at all times. He mainly does this with Daddy. Where's Daddy? Where'd Daddy go? What's Daddy doing? This also comes from me. Whenever Bob leaves the room, I have to ask him where he's going and what he's doing. To stick up for myself, he's usually starting to do some chore of mine that I've put off. If he cops to this, then I can rush and do it and not feel guilty later. Other times, well, I guess I'm just curious.

4. Arm and elbow infatuation. Little Elvis LOVES arms. He is an arm boy all the way. He was very put out when I had poison ivy up and down my arms. He ended up holding the arms of one of the moms in our playgroup that week. He just likes to hold biceps. More recently, he's moved onto elbows. He will play with the extra skin at my elbow, pinch it, kiss it and stare at it.

I am also quite the arm fan. When flirting with boys in college, I would always grab their bicep. Not aggressively, just in conversation. "That's so funny!" (hold the arm) One of my friends pointed this out to me, because I didn't even know I was doing it. I believe I was checking out their biceps, though. Emmitt Smith was on Dancing with the Stars when I was pregnant with Little Elvis. Every week he wore these bands around his biceps, which were always exposed. I loved this and threatened to buy some for Bob.

As for the elbows, I distinctly remember playing with my Granny's elbows whenever I could as a child. I just liked to play with the extra skin. Don't remember kissing it, but I liked how it felt. I was a very odd child.

What will I end up passing on to poor Baby Plum?


Blogger Kristi said...

Wait. You and LE EAT flour? As in, plain?

Isabella has developed my obsession with cuticle-picking. It's actually pretty funny to see an almost-three-year old picking at her nails and demanding that I cut off her cuticles.

So interesting what traits/quirks our kids inherit, isn't it?

9:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha. It's always so funny to see what the kiddos pick up and you have to wonder how much of it is inherited! Svara loves eating raw flour, too, she didn't get it from me, though. She has not yet inherited my love of mustard :P Oddly enough, she has the habit of putting her arm up and asking us to scratch her armpits, and this is exactly what my youngest sister used to do as well when she was that age.

9:18 AM  
Anonymous Laura McIntyre said...

When baking with the girls they always eat the flour and i always thought that was the weirdest thing, never heard of anyone eating it before.

I love the strange traits we pass onto the kids.

1:20 PM  
Blogger Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Love that! It is so interesting to observe ourselves and our loved ones in our children.
hope you are doing well, you are often in my thoughts and I pray your pregnancy is going swimmingly!

4:10 PM  
Blogger mpotter said...

wow. mustard and flour. not very common, for sure!

and the elbow skin? freaks me out a little. i don't like to touch/squeeze/play with it for sure.

it's crazy to see what things are passed on. you wonder if he'll keep it up for the rest of forever like some of yours, too.

11:09 AM  

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