We like yogurt

My belly button has never looked the same after pushing out a 9 pound 7 ounce baby. It used to be a cute, deep little innie. Now it is more of a floppy-loose hybrid. The other day, I was cleaning it, and I just couldn't get it clean enough to my liking. I couldn't see it, but I could feel a tiny speck of sand or dirt in there. I kept picking at it until I made it bleed. Oops. And then I just laid in bed and began remembering all of the funny beliefs that I used to have as a kid...

-I believed that if you ran the vacuum over the vacuum cord while it was on, that you would go deaf.
-I believed that Greg Louganis was Greg Brady in a second career.
-I believed that if you dug out all the tiny specks in your belly button that you would not be able to have a baby one day.
-I thought you would die if you put any object - except bread - into the toaster, whether it was plugged in or not.

I realize now, that those were silly ideas, but it doesn't stop me from making new kinds of crazy associations in my brain now. For instance:

-I do believe that if you pick your nose too much, that you will stretch out the cartilage and your nose will get bigger and more bulbous as you age.
-I do believe that the constant cleaning of my son's ears has prevented them from ever having ear infections.
-I have a feeling that if you drink hot coffee, followed by cold water, that it will stain your teeth
-And I am certain that large open stores such as Target, Marshall's and thrift stores all have something in the air that triggers my body to have to go poop.

I would love to hear about your crazy beliefs, whether as a child, or now. You can post them as anonymous comments if you like to keep your anonymity. But you could also put your name, because really, nobody reads this blog but us, and I like comments.

Here now is a poem about yogurt:

we like it plain
we like it fruity
we like it fatty
we like it skinny
we like it every which way -
except with aspartame.
we don't like aspartame

well, that isn't really a poem, but you get the point. Here are the pictures.

These last two pictures of frank are his interpretation of "what grown-ups with beards look like" - apparently grown-ups are very serious and flex their muscles a lot.