Mills Anatomy

Lately there has a been a certain preoccupation of sorts in our household with body parts. First, Hannah came home from school with a cut-out of a person she drew. Her people have become increasingly detailed. This one even had eyelashes. It also had breasts. "What are those?" I asked, pointing to the two semi-circles on the cut-out's torso. "Those are your, you know," she replied, pointing at my shirt. Oh. Of course. And here I thought they were barely noticeable.

Then, there's Jacob. His preoccupation is more of an obsession. And I'd be lying if I didn't say I find it a tad disturbing. At some point, on some day, he discovered his male part. Now, he can't stop talking about it or touching it. Every time his diaper comes off, he makes a comment. "I can see my pee pee." "It's giant!" "Hey, what's happening?" In fact, the other night during their bath, Hannah, driven to exasperation, told Jacob in no uncertain terms to "stop talking about it!" In the bath, drying on his towel, walking through the kitchen, you name it, he's aware of it. Even when he's dressed, half the time he has his hand down his pants. I'm assuming (hoping/praying/banking on it) that at some point the novelty will wear off...

It's one thing for him to discover and experiment. It's another to have a non-stop running commentary complete with detailed descriptions.