Fuzzies

Most of you know that Nolan started out as a scrawny little thing. He was just five pounds when we brought him home from the hospital. Nolan has rapidly made up for his slow start and is one solid little boy. Solid, short little boys have fat rolls. Nolan has always had fat roll in his neck (although in the past few months, he finally outgrew that one) and two rolls under each arm. Dirt and grime love to hide in those cute little rolls. Nolan is a ticklish little boy, so when his mother has to clean out those wrinkly areas, he giggles and giggles. As long as he could talk, he has called the dirt and lint in his fat rolls his 'fuzzies'. We've turned it into a game. I will ask Nolan if he has any 'fuzzies' and he will immediately start giggling and hold up his arms so I can check.

We've found out the hard way that if a 'fuzzy' is left in his wrinkles too long, his skin gets chafed and sore. So, this is a game he enjoys, but one that his parents know is important. He understands this too, and will tell me if he feels his skin getting sore. This morning, Nolan informed me that he had a fuzzy and his lifted his right arm up. I checked, and sure enough, there was some dirt. I grabbed a wash cloth, but that was some stubborn dirt hiding under his arm. I had to rub pretty hard. Nolan stopped giggling and said very seriously, "Now be careful, Mommy. Don't hurt the fuzzy!"