I had “the talk” with DQ a few weeks ago. Aside from my constant need to swallow my own vomit because I was so nervous, it went surprisingly well. She had been hearing a few things at school that prompted Pip and I to tell her the whole truth and nothing but the truth. It’s pretty sad, I think, when you have to worry about your 3rd grader’s male classmate telling her how he had a dream that they were naked in bed together.
So baby making was spelled out clearly and the lines of communication were opened up. It was… not as bad as I thought it would be. Whew.
Fast forward to last Friday. There was no school, so DQ, TM and I went to the zoo with a group of friends. At our zoo they have a small aquarium and in said aquarium they have seahorses. Who doesn’t love seahorses? They’re so unique. DQ, with her face pressed against the glass, watches the seahorses with rapt attention. After a moment she turns around and squeals with delight, “Mama, the sea horses are dancing! Look! That means they’re going to have babies!” I have to tell you, my first thought was that “the talk” that I gave her was a miserable failure. I mean, really?! All that stress and swallowing vomit and you think it’s through dancing? And then the realization. NOOOO! My mother was right?! Dancing leads to babies?! What?
She informed me that she read a book about seahorses. When the female seahorse wants to have babies, she hooks tails and dances with the male. She concludes this dance by giving the male all her eggs, whereupon he fertilizes and carries the eggs for her until they are ready to hatch. So interesting. I wish it was the same for humans. Well…maybe not. I enjoy dancing occasionally (those within eyeshot do not) and the implications here are distressing.
DQ. Barefoot and dancing.
Filed under Angst, DQ and TM
Sooner or later it had to come to this. I had always told myself (and anyone who suggested otherwise) that I do not read book series. I could handle one book, but the pressure (oh the pressure) to be in it for the long haul was too much. So much for that.
A friend of mine was talking to me about Twilight and telling me how great it was and “here, just take the first book. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to finish it”. Right. I blew through the whole series within 3 weeks and after that I convinced Pip to read it and he blew through it in even less time (and has re-read book 4, but you didn’t here it from me…well, actually you did…unless SOMEBODY HACKED MY BLOG! We’ll go with that.) I loved it and have decided that if series are that good then what have I been missing all these years! I had read the first Mitford book years ago (loved it) and never when beyond the first book, so I got the second recently (because I’m breaking my rule). It’s ok. And now I feel like I have to finish it because I’m breaking my rule and I’m going to finish it dang it! It’s not that I don’t like the second book. It’s just not grabbing me and I’m back to feeling like I have to finish it because I broke my rule. Dumb. I think I should just do away with rules and read what I want.
For the record, I loved The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and raced through the books, but I could not for the life of me get into The Hobbit. Go figure. I am an anomaly.
I’m still here. Explanation: When we returned home from our vacation to Phoenix over the holidays we found that our computer died…alone…without us there to hold it’s…power button? Anyway, we needed to save and wait for a certain check from the government to get the computer we wanted to replace the old desktop. In the interim we were using a VERY OLD laptop running Windows 98. Yes, old. All that to say there was no way to upload pictures and it took forever to type out anything of length. We got our new laptop last weekend and I love it. Love it, love it, love it. BUT I still don’t know how to upload pics because as far as I can tell there is no card reader, and without a card reader I need to call in the help of my in-house technical staff: Pip. Pip has been busy lately, so I still don’t have any pictures for you. Sorry. Also, remember to back up your hard drive onto an external hard drive, because even though we did that, we had not done that since before our trip to Nashville. This means that every picture from Nashville that I did not post to this blog is lost (or on our old hard drive that we can’t get to.) Let this be a lesson to you. And me. I’ll be back with full color posts soon. I am still alive. Thanks for checking. 🙂
I realize we’re into November now but wanted to put these pictures up because my kids are freaky (a little too freaky for my taste, but whatever).
TM grew our pumpkin this year (we only got one) and we saved some of the seeds for next year.
And for my mother: I cleaned out the fridge today. I knew you would be proud. 🙂
Now we can have Thanksgiving without any discussion of the refrigerator. Also, now the whole world knows the contents of my fridge.
Filed under Angst, DQ and TM
If a child in your life should ever choose Inspector Gadget as their Halloween costume GO WITH IT! I did not. “Why don’t you choose something else?”, I said. “It will be so hard to find a trenchcoat in a size 5. Let’s try something else”. He chose a skeleton and I thought EASY! Lucky me! All I have to do is cut our white felt and baste it onto a black t-shirt and sweatpants. True, but this was before I realized we have ribs…a lot of them. The cutting out of the felt has taken a lot more time than anticipated and I still have to sew them on. I’ll be back after the costumes are finished. Until then, true to form for me, I’m under a deadline.
Still here. Just trying to organize my life. In the meantime, as a preview to “the annual vacation” posts, here is some footage of our drive. 🙂 I’ll be back.
It’s Friday. Not just any Friday mind you, but my last day at the job I have loathed for the past 8 months. YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave my notice at the beginning of the month that I would not be returning next year, and last week found out that my kids’ class picnics were during the time that I would be working the last 2 days of school next week. I walked into the office and told them today would be my last day. They complained because they can’t get any other poor saps to cover playground duty, but I told them I WAS going to my kids’ class picnics. So there. Nee ner nee ner nee ner. I wonder if they’ll think I’m smiling too much today. 🙂