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
TM turned 6 last week (seems impossible) and it was all dinos all the time for this birthday. A conversation we had after visiting the Denver Museum of Nature and Science:
TM: “I think I was made to love dinosaurs.”
Me: “Really? Why’s that?”
TM: “Because I really love them. I am a big fan.”
And he does. He knew what all the skeletons in the museum were before looking at the description. Last year, he told his Kindergarten teacher when she asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, that he was going to be a Paleontologist. I believe him.
My cats are very fat. One is very smelly. Another is really grumpy.
Even through they are all of those things, I love them. No matter what.
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
Yes, I finished the costumes. Here they are. This was last Saturday night. We’ll call it the dress rehearsal for tonight. 🙂 DQ is the “Spider Princess” (her own creation). I found this great spider web print red satin at JoAnn for her skirt and the crown was a lucky find at Target dollar spot bins. TM is clearly the aforementioned skeleton. May you all eat way too much candy for your own good. 🙂
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.