Brooklyn is beginning to recognize anatomy, specifically that Mommy has something that seems of the highest interest hiding in her shirt.
About two weeks ago I was changing her diaper and getting her pajamas on. For some reason, she jumped at me and pulled my t-shirt towards her. My gut reaction was to say "Um, no. Mommy's need to wear shirts". This was apparently the perfect response, because she laughed in such a genuinely cracked up way that it took me off-guard. She had never laughed at ANYTHING like this before. Not even Mr. Bean, and she and I both think he is a pretty funny guy. And so, frequently since that night, she'll remember the hilarity of the situation and try to undress me, laughing hysterically the entire time.
It didn't take me long to realize that I cannot change clothes in front of her anymore... she knows what a bra is and where to wear it. I have no photo evidence... I was too much in shock and awe to get proof. 18 months old and she already understands a very fundamental difference between girl and woman. Or, as she thinks of it, baby and mommy.
I'm sure we were all the same way. I know a certain adorable boy I babysat for years and years who will not be named *cough James Newberry cough* had a similar encounter. When he was about 2 years old and I would dance with him, rock him, or hold him, he very often looked at my face, then my chest, then back to my face and honestly asked, "Whatchu got in der?" I would tell him, red-faced, "Nothing", and he would emphatically shake his head yes. Yes, James, I do have something in there, but nothing that you will ever see. And you wouldn't appreciate them at your age anyway.
It's all just more reminders that I'm in the world of toddlers and no longer the world of babies. It's a very entertaining world, and I sense a lot of embarrassment, wonder, intrigue and humor in my near future because of it.