This is Levi on his last corded day. Eventually, I found the dried up stump I had panicked over- it was hiding in the sleeve of his sleeping gown. I’m not even going to wonder how it worked it’s way into the sleeve. I’m still perplexed over the time I put him to bed in pants and awoke the next morning to find his pants perfectly laid out next to him, rather then on him. If I try to figure out this cord thing, my head might explode.

Speaking of brain explosions, I’m pretty sure Mira is teetering on the verge of one. Apparently she thought that Levi losing his umbilical cord meant not only would he be short one dried bloody stump, but that his penis would also drop off. Today as she watched me changed his diaper a gasp escaped and she exclaimed;

“Mama! Mama! Not all his belly button falled off!”

I knit my brows and looked at her

“What do you mean sweety?”

With a dramatic swoop she gestured towards Levi’s lowers and said;

“Look Mama, that piece is still stuck!”

I sighed a bit and then steelied myself for a long drawn out conversation on the different bits and pieces that boys and girls have.

“That is Levi’s penis honey, it’s how he pees. Boy parts and girl parts are different”

“OK”

and then she left… she just waltzed out. No questions, no fretting, no repetitive anything. I know that this isn’t the end of it, this will surely rear it’s head some place inappropriate. I can’t wait to read her after school notes tomorrow. They often tell me the kinds of books they have been reading, about how she was making letters out of her pretzel sticks, or other cute/quirky things she’s done. I’m fairly certain I’ll open the notebook to find:

“Today Mira told us that her brother’s belly button stump fell off but his penis did not. We also read The Very Hungry Caterpillar”