We are working at a friend's house. The kids all just went swimming and when they came in they got changed.
As my friend changed her 3 year old boy, B went up to her, bent over and took a good look at his equipment. "How come it is so small?" She asked, looking up at my friend incredulously.
"My baby brother who is younger than him has a much bigger penis. He is much bigger than N. Why is his penis soooo small?"
My friend is writing this down for her son's 16th birthday.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Gender is a choice, yet defined
3/22/09
We were having a conversation over dinner tonight. I told N. that he is a beautiful boy. B. was very upset. "Time out, time out, time out," she said. "First of all N. is a boy, not a girl, and he doesn't wear dresses."
So apparently beautiful is an adjective that only applies to dresses, and girls.
B. is also going to grow a peanut when she gets bigger. It is going to be a big peanut. She thinks N. has a cute little peanut, but hers is going to be bigger.
We were having a conversation over dinner tonight. I told N. that he is a beautiful boy. B. was very upset. "Time out, time out, time out," she said. "First of all N. is a boy, not a girl, and he doesn't wear dresses."
So apparently beautiful is an adjective that only applies to dresses, and girls.
B. is also going to grow a peanut when she gets bigger. It is going to be a big peanut. She thinks N. has a cute little peanut, but hers is going to be bigger.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Wedding Plans
1/2/09
So, B is getting married -- When she is either 5 years old or as tall as Mommy. She is marrying a boy from daycare, they have known each other since she was 14 weeks old, which means that they have known each other longer than Jim and I knew each other before we were engaged. She has picked out the wedding dress (it is pink). He told me that they are going to live in a castle, and she added in "Happily ever after"
We went to church with her fiance and his Mom on Christmas Eve. I learned that couples of all ages are exactly the same. At one point I looked over and she was gently rubbing his back. Then about 2 minutes later she was flipping through the hymnal and I caught this muted conversation:
A: B you are doing that wrong.
B: I am not doing it wrong. You always tell me that I am doing it wrong. I do not do it wrong, A. (huff)
His mom and I just looked at each other over their little teeny heads and started to laugh. I can't tell you how many times I've had that same arguement.
Her fiance is the same little boy that she got to do her homework for her. She was supposed to write her name under where the teacher wrote it for her first. She decided that it would "be too hard, so I just asked A to do it for me and he did".
Honestly, he is a very smart kid, so wouldn't it be a great story if they do get married. They're going to the same Elementary, Jr. High, and High School if no one moves....
Hmmmm..... check back in about 20 years for the result!
So, B is getting married -- When she is either 5 years old or as tall as Mommy. She is marrying a boy from daycare, they have known each other since she was 14 weeks old, which means that they have known each other longer than Jim and I knew each other before we were engaged. She has picked out the wedding dress (it is pink). He told me that they are going to live in a castle, and she added in "Happily ever after"
We went to church with her fiance and his Mom on Christmas Eve. I learned that couples of all ages are exactly the same. At one point I looked over and she was gently rubbing his back. Then about 2 minutes later she was flipping through the hymnal and I caught this muted conversation:
A: B you are doing that wrong.
B: I am not doing it wrong. You always tell me that I am doing it wrong. I do not do it wrong, A. (huff)
His mom and I just looked at each other over their little teeny heads and started to laugh. I can't tell you how many times I've had that same arguement.
Her fiance is the same little boy that she got to do her homework for her. She was supposed to write her name under where the teacher wrote it for her first. She decided that it would "be too hard, so I just asked A to do it for me and he did".
Honestly, he is a very smart kid, so wouldn't it be a great story if they do get married. They're going to the same Elementary, Jr. High, and High School if no one moves....
Hmmmm..... check back in about 20 years for the result!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Anything is pastabowl when you are little
12-3-08
N. can be a dancer, and monkey and a yawning cat. B. can be a "sweet girl", a puppy dog, and a doctor. Anything is possible for them right now and it is so fun.
N. can dance like no other. Any music comes on and he is out there waving his arms and bouncing up and down. B. will grab his arms and they will halfway waltz around the room. He has also gotten into the habit of trying to scale me like I am a climbing wall and as I pull him up to my shoulder I always tell him that he is a little monkey, to which he responds "OOO OOO OOO" N. is also imitating anything and everything he sees in a book or a movie. We have a story called Tumble Bumble where a tiny bug goes on a walk and has an adventure with new friends. At one point there is a picture of the bug's frind the cat and some others yawning as they walk to bed and N. has started to promptly take out his paci and cover his mouth just like the cat, his eyes sparkling in the way they do when he thinks he is being funny.
B. has developed the ability to make the funniest faces, and she knows it. My favorite is what she calls her sweet girl face. She puts on this little smile that doesn't show any teeth, tilts her head to the side, and then bats her eyelashes a few times, opens her eyes super wide and stares at you with a doll-like expression, and then bats her eyelashes again.
She has also decided that she is a puppy dog. At bed time, she occasionally will turn around 3 times before she lays down. Unfortunately she wants to give my cheek a lick instead of a kiss when I am leaving, and sometimes when I'm sitting in a chair or on the couch I'll feel her grab my hand and think that she is just coming in for a cuddle but then I feel her little tongue licking the back of my hand (uck!).
B. is also very dedicated to playing doctor. I came into daycare this morning and she was sitting next to her little friend who was laying on the ground, rubbing his back and looking sad. I took her into another room to get her dressed for gymnastics, and went back into the original room. He was still laying on the ground in the exact same position. I went over to check on him and B. started to tell me the story of what had happened to him. Then she got down on her hands and knees next to him. Gave him a kiss on the cheek and sadly told him goodbye. As she walked away, he still laid there. I asked them both what was wrong - why wouldn't he get up? Was he really sick. The teacher and I were both checking him as he lay there, asking if anything hurt, if his tummy felt funny, etc. B. said "No, I just told him that he was died and had to stay still so he is" Apparently, she told him that he had been bitten by a shark. She did a complete medical workup and figured out that he had a fever but the medicine didn't work and told him that he had died. She told him that since he was "died" he had to lay still. I came into the class about 5 minutes after this. I told her that she needed to tell him to get up. She yelled "You can go play now, we're done playing that you are died". He jumped up and ran off, perfectly fine.
I really envy the kids their freedom to do anything they want and be anything they want.
on a side note, I told B. that one of them was going shopping with me and the other was going to stay home with Daddy. She looked at me and looked at Jim and asked "Is it pastabowl that both of us can stay with Daddy?" I love that she is trying so hard to use grown up words!
N. can be a dancer, and monkey and a yawning cat. B. can be a "sweet girl", a puppy dog, and a doctor. Anything is possible for them right now and it is so fun.
N. can dance like no other. Any music comes on and he is out there waving his arms and bouncing up and down. B. will grab his arms and they will halfway waltz around the room. He has also gotten into the habit of trying to scale me like I am a climbing wall and as I pull him up to my shoulder I always tell him that he is a little monkey, to which he responds "OOO OOO OOO" N. is also imitating anything and everything he sees in a book or a movie. We have a story called Tumble Bumble where a tiny bug goes on a walk and has an adventure with new friends. At one point there is a picture of the bug's frind the cat and some others yawning as they walk to bed and N. has started to promptly take out his paci and cover his mouth just like the cat, his eyes sparkling in the way they do when he thinks he is being funny.
B. has developed the ability to make the funniest faces, and she knows it. My favorite is what she calls her sweet girl face. She puts on this little smile that doesn't show any teeth, tilts her head to the side, and then bats her eyelashes a few times, opens her eyes super wide and stares at you with a doll-like expression, and then bats her eyelashes again.
She has also decided that she is a puppy dog. At bed time, she occasionally will turn around 3 times before she lays down. Unfortunately she wants to give my cheek a lick instead of a kiss when I am leaving, and sometimes when I'm sitting in a chair or on the couch I'll feel her grab my hand and think that she is just coming in for a cuddle but then I feel her little tongue licking the back of my hand (uck!).
B. is also very dedicated to playing doctor. I came into daycare this morning and she was sitting next to her little friend who was laying on the ground, rubbing his back and looking sad. I took her into another room to get her dressed for gymnastics, and went back into the original room. He was still laying on the ground in the exact same position. I went over to check on him and B. started to tell me the story of what had happened to him. Then she got down on her hands and knees next to him. Gave him a kiss on the cheek and sadly told him goodbye. As she walked away, he still laid there. I asked them both what was wrong - why wouldn't he get up? Was he really sick. The teacher and I were both checking him as he lay there, asking if anything hurt, if his tummy felt funny, etc. B. said "No, I just told him that he was died and had to stay still so he is" Apparently, she told him that he had been bitten by a shark. She did a complete medical workup and figured out that he had a fever but the medicine didn't work and told him that he had died. She told him that since he was "died" he had to lay still. I came into the class about 5 minutes after this. I told her that she needed to tell him to get up. She yelled "You can go play now, we're done playing that you are died". He jumped up and ran off, perfectly fine.
I really envy the kids their freedom to do anything they want and be anything they want.
on a side note, I told B. that one of them was going shopping with me and the other was going to stay home with Daddy. She looked at me and looked at Jim and asked "Is it pastabowl that both of us can stay with Daddy?" I love that she is trying so hard to use grown up words!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
They really like each other!
11/30/08
We took the kids to Bronners today to get name ornaments. Granted, they did not have one for B. so we had to have it custom made and it should get to our house a day or two before Christmas, but it was still a nice time.
The kids were pretty well behaved there. N. was leaning from the stroller trying to touch anything that could possibly break, but that was the extent of the trouble. At one point, I heard a teeny-tiny "ah-lub-du" from N. and B. yelled "Mom! He said he loves me!" I looked down and he was leaning out of his stroller, giving her a huge hug and saying "I love you". So very sweet. I wish I had video of it, because I have a feeling that I will need proof to remind them with later on...
We took the kids to Bronners today to get name ornaments. Granted, they did not have one for B. so we had to have it custom made and it should get to our house a day or two before Christmas, but it was still a nice time.
The kids were pretty well behaved there. N. was leaning from the stroller trying to touch anything that could possibly break, but that was the extent of the trouble. At one point, I heard a teeny-tiny "ah-lub-du" from N. and B. yelled "Mom! He said he loves me!" I looked down and he was leaning out of his stroller, giving her a huge hug and saying "I love you". So very sweet. I wish I had video of it, because I have a feeling that I will need proof to remind them with later on...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Oh, the Lord's been good to me!
11/27/2008
Tonight at Thanksgiving Dinner, B. taught all of us a song.
We sat down to dinner and asked B. and N. to fold their hands and bow their heads to say Grace. Jim gave a nice, simple blessing and we all began to dish out food.
Before B. began to eat she loudly announced that we forgot to sing to the Lord before we ate, which threw me off for a second. We don't usually talk like that at home - not that it is a bad thing, it just isn't a habit for us. Then I realized that she wanted to sing a song she learned in Sunday School. B. carefully folded her hands and sang in her clearest voice
Then she insisted we all sing with her and when a few people at the table said that they did not know the song, she patiently taught it to everyone before asking everyone to sing all together again. We did, and even N. put down his fist full of cranberries and attempted to sing along!
I think it was the best Grace I had ever heard.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Tonight at Thanksgiving Dinner, B. taught all of us a song.
We sat down to dinner and asked B. and N. to fold their hands and bow their heads to say Grace. Jim gave a nice, simple blessing and we all began to dish out food.
Before B. began to eat she loudly announced that we forgot to sing to the Lord before we ate, which threw me off for a second. We don't usually talk like that at home - not that it is a bad thing, it just isn't a habit for us. Then I realized that she wanted to sing a song she learned in Sunday School. B. carefully folded her hands and sang in her clearest voice
"Oh, the Lord's been good to me
and so I thank the Lord
for giving me the things I need,
the sun and the rain and the apple seed.
Oh the Lord's been good to me!"
Then she insisted we all sing with her and when a few people at the table said that they did not know the song, she patiently taught it to everyone before asking everyone to sing all together again. We did, and even N. put down his fist full of cranberries and attempted to sing along!
I think it was the best Grace I had ever heard.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Oh Shit!
11/26/08
At work, curse words are part of the every day vernacular. There are even some that treat it like a game where the goal is to be the person who can drop the F-bomb the most times in a sentence without it sounding like they are trying too hard.
At home, curse words don't usually come any stronger than "Shoot" or my MIL's favorite - "Oh Sugar!"
Today after school, N. was in a snit because the Mac-n-Cheese wasn't cooking fast enough in his little opinion. B. was sitting in the dining room trying to calm down N. and pointing out, as he threw his water cup to the floor for the 5th time, that "Mommy, what you are trying just isn't working". We finally got food infront of them and were in the kitchen talking.
I began to tell Jim a story that began with a guy at my office yelling "Oh Shit". Immediately after the words flew out of my mouth, Jim spun around with a gleeful look. I had finally slipped up within the hearing range of the kids. Like a fool I froze. In hindsight, I should have kept on talking like nothing happened (therein lies the lesson for the day) but, instead, I stood there waiting to see if the kids would react. Silence for about 15 seconds... then "Mommy, why did that man say 'Oh shit'?"
With an oh-so-deft manuever I said, 'He did not say that, he said 'Oh Ship' like he had seen a boat." She didn't fall for it. A minute later she asked, is that like 'Shoot' and then proceeded to tell me all of the synonyms for Shit that she knew in that context, ending with her spilling her milk and saying calmly, "Oh Jeeze."
So far, no repeats of the swear version, but we have dinner with Great-Grandma tomorrow, so it is sure to come out then!
At work, curse words are part of the every day vernacular. There are even some that treat it like a game where the goal is to be the person who can drop the F-bomb the most times in a sentence without it sounding like they are trying too hard.
At home, curse words don't usually come any stronger than "Shoot" or my MIL's favorite - "Oh Sugar!"
Today after school, N. was in a snit because the Mac-n-Cheese wasn't cooking fast enough in his little opinion. B. was sitting in the dining room trying to calm down N. and pointing out, as he threw his water cup to the floor for the 5th time, that "Mommy, what you are trying just isn't working". We finally got food infront of them and were in the kitchen talking.
I began to tell Jim a story that began with a guy at my office yelling "Oh Shit". Immediately after the words flew out of my mouth, Jim spun around with a gleeful look. I had finally slipped up within the hearing range of the kids. Like a fool I froze. In hindsight, I should have kept on talking like nothing happened (therein lies the lesson for the day) but, instead, I stood there waiting to see if the kids would react. Silence for about 15 seconds... then "Mommy, why did that man say 'Oh shit'?"
With an oh-so-deft manuever I said, 'He did not say that, he said 'Oh Ship' like he had seen a boat." She didn't fall for it. A minute later she asked, is that like 'Shoot' and then proceeded to tell me all of the synonyms for Shit that she knew in that context, ending with her spilling her milk and saying calmly, "Oh Jeeze."
So far, no repeats of the swear version, but we have dinner with Great-Grandma tomorrow, so it is sure to come out then!
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