Saturday, January 17, 2009
If you knew my husband or me when we were young kids, please tell us where the naked gene comes from! Cooper is doing this thing lately, namely he's been naked for a fairly significant amount of time each day. He wears clothes in public, or when we're Skype-ing, but he basically doesn't wear much for the rest of the day. As soon as we walk in the door he kicks his shoes into the shoebox, then peels off pieces of clothing as he walks through the house until there's nothing left. Nothing. Well, underwear because we all insist. Seriously. That's gross.
If Coop has to go to the bathroom he takes everything off, even socks. I dress him at least three times a day. I never thought I'd find myself grateful for costumes -- the only clothes he is mildly interested in wearing. But even they have a short lifespan these days. It's not like the weather permits this. It's winter around here, and in this hemisphere that means snow on the North side of the house.
So, tell me, where does it come from. Was I a stripper? Or was it my husband. Tell all.
PS -- It's getting kinda hard to take pictures of him. I refuse to let him be naked in all the photographs.