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Monday, November 15, 2010

Touchy Topic Tuesday: "Mommy, where do babies come from?"

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Touchy Topic Tuesday

"Mommy, where do babies come from?"

Okay, it's no secret that there's something growing inside me. Call it a baby if you will, though, at this point in my pregnancy, I'm becoming bitter about the pain and discomfort, and he's a bit more like a parasite.

As a matter of fact, I have only around 7-9 weeks left of this pregnancy.

A confession: I have a really hard time keeping my mouth shut about anything and everything. So, my children have known about my little bundle of naked joy flipping around in there since he was nothing but a quickly dividing clump of cells.

Of course, as children do, it wasn't long before my two oldest were cornering me with questions about how the baby come OUT of my belly.

Well, for US, the answer was pretty simple. We started from the very beginning by calling our children's "private parts" by their correct names. Frankly, it drives me absolutely crazy when I hear a child refer to their vagina as a "cookie" or a "sweet spot" or a "pee pee" (or even grosser, in my opinion, for boys: "Peep"). I mean, as a married adult, I have all kinds of hilarious and derogatory names for my girly bits, but those are used amongst my friends or during those times that we call "behind closed doors", not when we're referring to our children.

I guess when it comes down to it, I was simply not raised to be bashful about the things that are simply facts of life. I mean, I tried very hard to resist that. I gagged every time my mom and dad kissed, I refused to mention it to my mother when I needed new sanitary products, and I would rather insist that I wear the same bra day in and day out rather than go with my mom to buy any extras. (Still, she kept my underwear drawer well stocked and full of clean new items, which is what I'll strive to do with my own children: Thanks mom, for that example!)

But I guess some of my mother rubbed off on me, because now, the casual mention of my son and his penis, or my girls and their vaginas make me wince a whole lot less than the adult woman who openly admits that she teaches her daughter to refer to her vagina as a "treasure box."

The answer, for our children, was simple. It takes a mommy and a daddy to make a baby, which grows in mommy's tummy until it's big enough to live outside, and then, with the doctor's help, the baby is born by coming out the mommy's vagina. Does it hurt? Yes, but if it hurt TOO much, then mommy would only have had one baby, and that would be it. They're still too little to be taught the specifics of sex, but when I feel they are old enough to know, when I feel it's necessary, or when they ask with more of a mature intention, my discussion will be just as honest, forward, and most assuredly will come from me and my husband as opposed to other children at school or online sources.

As an expectant mother, I belong to a few birth boards, and all my loyal readers know I have a very complicated love/hate relationship with the whole idea of birth boards, but I find it passes the time, answers odd questions i have about whatever pain or sensation I may be dealing with, and somewhat fulfills my need for social interaction.

Of course, this subject has been addressed, probably too many times to count, where a mother is wondering exactly how to break the news to their older children without causing psychological damage.

Admittedly, I am infinitely appalled by the many women who simply tell their children that they go to the hospital and buy a baby. How dumb do they actually think their children are? What's even more ridiculous is that they are convinced that this type of answer appeases their child, and the kid stops asking questions because they have been given a satisfactory answer. As a matter of fact, though, those are the kids who say to themselves "Okay, mom's crazy...I'm going to ask Michael, at school, who seems to know everything about everything." These also happen to be the kinds of parents who never discuss the birds and bees with their children and then are horrified and extremely angry when their 15 year old comes home pregnant.

Many parents just tell their children that the doctor cuts open their belly and pulls the baby out and then sews her back up.

Well, that's fine and dandy...IF that's how your baby will be born. But it's honestly a bit disgusting to me that parents can be so terrified of saying the word "vagina" that they'd rather fill their child's head with images of doctors with knives. And yes, it happens a lot. I'm telling you, that would be far more traumatizing to MY children than learning that the baby comes out of a part of my body that is MADE for delivering babies.

All in all, I guess that's my policy: Honesty. Kids aren't stupid. And discussing labor and even conception with even very small children does not have to end up being sexually explicit. But you're insulting your child's intelligence when you lie to them.

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Give us your opinion!!! Let us know how YOU feel about 'the talk' and while you're at it, tell us what kind of names YOU have heard those delicate parts referred to as- be they YOUR names, funny names, or whatever!!!

The Golden Tooth Brush

When I was a kid, I remember, in the depths of early darkness of winter, lying on my mom's dark brown shag carpet and watching all those classic and cheaply made cartoons. You remember the ones: Under Dog, Mighty Mouse, Rocky and Bullwinkle and so on.

Somewhere in there, I remember watching an episode about the bad guys who had stolen an extra large solid gold toothbrush. What I remember most about it was that every time they would say "Extra large solid gold toothbrush" they would add "with extra firm bristles for exceptional cleaning!" and then they would smile, there would be a 'ding' and a flash of light on their smiling teeth for emphasis. Most of the time the characters had their hand raised with one finger in the air, and their eyes were closed.

I am not sure why this episode stuck with me, really, and it has had no baring on the kind of toothbrush I use. In truth, I don't believe I have ever, not once, in the years and years I've been buying tooth brushes, looked at the package to find out whether my bristles were firm or soft or somewhere in between.

Unfortunately for me, though, last Thursday morning, I woke, as usually, stumbled down the stairs to get my children their awaited morning breakfast, and once they were all munching merrily, I sat down to my own extra large bowl full of delightful cinnamon toast crunch, only to wince in absolute pain at the agonizing shock of the cold milk washing over my lower back teeth. It was all I could do not to spit and not to choke.

So, off to the dentist I went, bright and early on Friday morning. X-rays were taken, my teeth evaluated, and I was sobbing inwardly, knowing full well that I was going to need a root canal. (Seriously, why do these things always happen to pregnant women? We should be exempt. Instead, we are more susceptible to tooth problems, exceptionally rare disease, and strangers feeling the need to butt into our personal lives as though we are all public domain.)

I was honestly kind of horrified when I was first told that my teeth are beautiful and perfect and that I do not have any cavities.

I know. What weirdo is horrified at the thought of NOT having cavities to fill? Well, I am, because the LAST time doctors told me that there was nothing wrong, it took me over 2 months to figure out where the pain was coming from, why I was feeling it and then it took me longer to convince them that it was, in fact, real and not just all in my head. My IUD was ACTUALLY, at the fault of an idiot nurse practitioner from the military base clinic, shoved through my uterus and was floating precariously around in my intestines.

So, what was going on in MY mind was: "If it's not a cavity...WHAT IS IT and HOW DO I GET RID OF IT????"

Well, I am lucky that it was so simple.

Apparently, a tiny bit of my root was exposed back there due to my pregnant gums retaining water.

I was advised to brush my teeth with Sensodyne toothpaste (which I was SURE, throughout the duration of my life so far, was only for OLD people.) and to make sure I use only very soft bristles.

Haha! NOW I know what those little labels are talking about!!!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Touchy Topic Tuesday: Christmas Before Thanksgiving???

Touchy Topic Tuesday



Christmas Before Thanksgiving????







So, I love autumn. And I love Halloween. I love the crispness that comes into the air, the rain, the colors changing all over, lighting trees and bushes alight as though they were on fire.

As a mother, i have grown to love Halloween even more. I love watching the kids decide what they want to be, and choose their costumes. I love the details they come up with- like, Lilly insisting that she needed to have blue hair to be the corpse bride, and Mahone being too serious to join in the dancy Halloween songs we sang at one party because Indiana Jones would NEVER do the goblin-pokey.

And two days after Halloween, I walked into Wal*Mart to find a giant, beautifully decorated Christmas tree.

On Facebook, I am seeing more and more people brag about how they have accomplished their Christmas shopping already.

And in retaliation, person after person types exclamations of disgust about Thanksgiving not getting it's day.

Well, frankly, I hate Thanksgiving. I don't like thanksgiving food, and ever since I've been married, I have had to endure 4 different Thanksgivings every year because apparently it's just TOO important to miss, so I have to eat 4 versions of the same dinner.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm very THANKFUL, and I appreciate the intention behind the holiday, but I just can't stand the day.

Christmas, on the other hand, IS my favorite holiday.

And I don't just start after Halloween. I listen to Christmas music all year long. Every night, I play CDs of lullabies while my children drift off to sleep. And they're Christmas songs.

Seeing the tree at Wal*Mart didn't upset me at all. In fact, it only inspired me. I rushed right over to the seasonal isle, only to be disappointed (yes, I truly was) that they were still clearancing summer plants.

I, too, have already started Christmas shopping, and soon I will be finished.

For our anniversary on November 21, Brandon and I will be seeing a Christmas play.

I. Love. Christmas.

And it just can't start too early for me.

Now, I know that a lot of people feel that Thanksgiving deserves it's fair share of attention. And it does. To my knowledge, Thanksgiving has never been canceled. I've had at least one Thanksgiving dinner every year of my life. In fact, my youngest brother was BORN on Thanksgiving, and that was a particularly special Thanksgiving that I'll never forget.


But lets face it. Aside from meeting with family, which is always, ALWAYS a pleasure, there is nothing else TO Thanksgiving. There is no music pertaining to Thanksgiving, there aren't really any great decorations, and there is no gift giving, no exchange of sentiments.

I mean, of course, it's always wonderful to talk to our children about being thankful, and ask them what they are thankful for, and the answers are always deliciously sweet. But, personally, I find the whole thing tedious and drab.

I know, also, that the other common argument for the disdain for Christmas advertisement is the belief that Christmas is overly commercialized.

Well, Christmas most certainly IS commercialized. I am already starting to see commercials on television advertising sentimental jewelry and walking-talking dolls that pee when you feed them a bottle. I also, very happily, received some valuable Christmas decoration coupons from Tai Pan Trading Company advertising 25% off of any Christmas tree (which, I might add, were huge and gorgeous.)

I am a Christian mother, and when it comes to Christmas, it is a duty that both my husband and I take very seriously to keep my children's minds in the right place when the big guy in red comes to town.

It's a daily discussion at Christmas time, about how Christ was born in a stable, and that, as his birthday, we celebrate by giving each other gifts. This year, for Christmas, instead of buying our children presents from Mom and Dad, they will choose the name of a child their own age off of an angel tree, and we will be buying presents for that child. They will have no gifts to open from us at all. And they have known this since July, we have discussed it in length, and hopefully the idea and importance of charity and selflessness throughout the holidays will seep into their little brains and hearts.

And yet, I don't mind the commercialization at all. I love Christmas commercials advertising everything- especially when they're adorable or hilarious.










And, I just LOVE buying presents. I love going overboard. i love to see my kids wake up to Christmas morning and what Santa brought them, wrapped in colorful, metallic paper and piled high across the room. I love to sit and think about each recipient of my gifts on an individual basis to try and find the thing they love most. something that will inspire them. Something that will make them gasp- in the good, surprised way.
And it goes without saying, I love to get gifts too.
I think that there are two separate parts of Christmas. The spiritual kind and the commercial kind. And if you can figure out how to keep them separate, then in my book, it's all okay.

So, how do YOU feel about Christmas in November? Do you love Christmas? Or do you feel that Thanksgiving gets the back burner? Let us know!!!

Latest Kid-isms

Lilly
Lilly: I think Brandon's a fairy, like me.
Brandon(DH): Maybe he's part angel like his mommy.
Lilly:Well, all I know is that his eyes go like moons.

Mahone
Brandon: That is a good hypothesis! (About any number of Mahone's daily ideas)
Mahone: I don't have a hypothesis. I'm just a smarty pants.

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"Mom, I think that when Jesus created the dinosaurs, there were no craters on the moon yet!"

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Wordless Wednesday



These are the wings I made for the hair show. I am pretty disappointed though, because they told me that they were going to do this big old photo shoot and take tons of pictures, but they only took these 2. So, that's all I can show you of my epic wings. She still looks pretty good though, don't you think?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Touchy Topic Tuesday: Is the Glass Half Full or Half Empty????

Not too long ago, a blogger I respect very much told me that I should never apologize on my blog. Okay, she doesn't know me personally and did not tell me this in specific referral to MY BLOG, but she DID do a blog post about it, and said that our blog is our space, and while she sees people every day starting their blog posts with "I'm SO SORRY I didn't post yesterday" or whatever the apology happens to be about, and said that she is, frankly, sick of it.

I recognise this in myself, especially as of late with my morning sickness and children in school and family illnesses and so on, and for the most part, I feel that she has a very VERY valid point.

I have a life- a REAL life- outside of blog land, and of course that takes the utmost precedence over my nightly ritual.

However, I DO feel that I owe an apology today. To my dear readers, whom I treasure very much. Today is Tuesday. And it's time for our Touchy Topic. It is the day when my blog usually reaches over 100 hits. It is the day I receive the very most votes on Top Mommy Blogs, and the day that I read the most comments. (WOO HOO FOR COMMENTS!!!!) It's also a day I receive the most private messages bashing me for my opinions so blatantly posted, and, as I obviously did it specifically to provoke debate and challenge discussion, I usually welcome those comments too.

Unlucky for me (and my terribly compromised immune system) I have been feeling really icky again the whole day.

And this Touchy Topic Tuesday is going to be fairly mediocre.

There is likely going to be little or, as I more likely expect, no debate. But the question, I feel, is honest. And it's easy. It didn't take me too much work...which means I get to go to bed early.

So, for the lack of rallying inspiration, I do apologize, but I ask you, as my beloved readers, please, please, leave a message and let me know what you think!!!

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Touchy Topic Tuesday:
Is the Glass Half Full or Half Empty?


(Photo courtesy of google.com)

I heard the question posed to me often, even from a very young age. It should be an easy question for a child to answer. Normally, to a child, things are what they seem. The answers are quick because they see what it is and say what they mean.

Lilly said: Half empty

Mahone said: Half Empty
Scarlet said: Half Full
As a kid though, this question befuddled me. There simply wasn't enough information. If the person posing the question could tell me 1. It was FILLED to the half way line, then my answer would easily be that the glass was half full. But if they told me 2. That the glass was full to the brim and then was drunk or poured out, then it would be obvious that the glass was half empty.

So what exactly does that say about the way my brain works? Am I an optimist or a pessimist?

Honestly, I'm probably just too analytical for my own good.

And believe me, my issue continues today. (Ask Brandon. He'll tell you.) And I still don't know if the glass is half full or half empty!

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So what is it friends??? Half full or half empty???

For the record, Brandon says: "It's half way to another glass!" (Which, I, personally, interpret as optimism!)
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