Brian’s gotten bold. Way. TOO. Bold.
Earlier yesterday afternoon, Brian stumbled upon me pumping (ya know, the milk), and zoomed into to reach for – wait for it – my belly.
He began to jiggle, squeeze and prod my gooeyness.
First he justified the belly jiggling by acknowledging that he noticed my linea nigra is getting lighter (the dark pregnancy line up the belly).
But then he continued…
The “Are You Kidding Me?” look on my face was unmistakable.
Me: What are you doing?
Brian: I was going to make a butt.
Me: A BUTT?!
Brian: Yeah, haven’t you ever done that?
Then he let go of my stomach and grabbed his belly SKIN (because there IS no fat) and squished it together to make a belly “butt” crack.
It’s simply unbelievable. U.N.B.E.L.I.E.V.A.B.L.E.
Then later that evening, as I fed Bennett dinner, Brian got our baby grinning and giggling in the most precious way. And as he commenced all the goochy-goochy-goo-ness, he began tickling and poking Bennett’s legs… then MY legs, then Bennett’s, then mine…
Me: Stop messing with my flab!
Brian: I LOVE your flab!
Please pardon my formal review:
Dear male population,
When a woman acknowledges anything jigglier than rock hard muscle tone on her body, this does NOT give YOU permission to ALSO accept, agree and acknowledge those same jiggles.
You must always deny.
That’s the game
Five more days to play along with my sushi, er, Otani $25 drawing! Couldn’t be easier! Participate here.
Soooooo Andrew. :-/ who ARE these guys we married?
“I love your flab” was his get out of jail free card. Every woman would dream of having your BMI. Be realistic my dear.
Oh, I don’t mind my size! It’s no biggie. Just bein’ silly! 🙂
BAH HA HA HA! Oh Brian, the things you do…. lol
After my first my flab fell right off! But when number two hit four months after my first had exited well by golly FLAB STICKS! Uggg! And men! Do they think we like our flab to be jiggled? Yes it can be soft and make fun noises but really? Sigh…….