"Oh, you are THAT kind of Mom......."

This morning JD woke up with the chicken pox! I knew something was up last night when he hugged me good night. I thought that he was burning up. My husband assured me that JD was fine. JD headed up to bed and laid down and fell asleep almost immediately. Not one paragraph in a book, not one word! I knew something was up then. When I awoke from my slumber (that sounds SO much more pleasant than the actual tumble out of bed that occurs from the screaming alarm at the god awful hour of 3am), JD's bedroom light was on. I went into his room to check on him. When I leaned over to kiss his forehead, I thought that I saw a little zit. My first thought was that he is only 8 (ALMOST 9), could he have a zit like that already? I inspected his face a little closer and decided that his hair must have been a bit dirty and the sunscreen blocked a pore and it would be fine later. On my drive into work, I decided that it was a pox. I knew George would tell me I was crazy. I called home about the time JD should have been getting up for school. I asked George if he had any zits on his face and George said not that he had noticed. So he called JD over and I heard him exclaim... "WOW!" He came back to the phone and said that there were 5 or so zits on JD's face. I knew right then that my suspicions were right. I told George to check his back and belly since that is where they typically start. He asked JD to lift up his shirt and I heard George say, "HOLY! What the!" I knew then. George came back to the phone and I said "Chicken Pox!" George didn't think of that. So, I asked my mom to take JD to the doctor's office for the very expensive confirmation that indeed it was Chicken pox.

When I told people that JD had the chicken pox, many asked me if I knew there was a vaccine for that! I had three people say, "Oh, you are THAT type of mom!" If you mean the type of mom who does her research and mulls things over and discusses with the doctor what might be right for MY child... then YES, I am THAT type of mom. Every child is different. Every family situation is different. Heck, even families change year to year..... No one person can decide what is good for anyone else. Stop judging. I AM the type of mom who adores her child and would do anything for him. Now, where is the calamine lotion.....

Rolling Stone Magazine?????????

JD came home from school the other day and told me that he saw a headline that he wanted to discuss. I stopped what I was doing and turned to him. He looked quite perplexed. I asked him what the headline said and he repeated, "Kids forced into sex for food". Ugh.. I just couldn't think fast enough, but before I said a word, he asked me, "How does someone force anyone to be a boy or a girl?" How innocent is that!? I struggled with what to tell him... should I just say, "You can't!" or should I go on?? Of course, *I* decided to go on.
I asked him if he remembered that we have told him that no one should touch him in any place that was private or that would make him uncomfortable. He remembered and so I told him that essentially that is what the children were forced to do in order to eat. I reminded him that I didn't read the story, so I didn't know all of the details. I was really hoping that the conversation would turn towards why people would be so mean to kids.... but no such luck.

My astute child sat there and contemplated my words and then turned to me and said..."Hmm.. Do you know what sex is?" I flailed for a minute and finally settled on asking him what HE thought sex was.... (Boy, was I not prepared for his answer!) He looked at me quite smugly and said, "Sex is when a girl gets naked and goes "wooo-wooo-wooo" and gets a boy to kiss her!" I was startled to say the least. I asked him where he came up with that idea. He said, matter-of-factly, "Rolling Stone Magazine". Wha?????

Anyway, I couldn't let him go along believing his Rolling Stone Magazine version of sex and so we continued to discuss it. To keep it very generic, for fear of who might be reading this part of my diary... I mean blog... I told him that he might notice some changes as he gets older and he blurted out that he knew what I meant... that already it gets to a point that he can't bend it and he thinks that he might pee in his face! I am really glad I am not a boy!!

So then I told him what happens next... and the look on his face was priceless. There was a mixture of confusion, amazement, disgust, and curiosity all at the same moment. He yelled, "That is SO gross! I will NEVER......." Heh... yeah, we'll see.

After a couple of minutes, he came back to the conversation (OH JOY!) and said.. "Did YOU do that with George??" Again, silence and confusion on my end and he said, "Mom, why are you so red??" HA! I answered as best as I could and told him the answer was yes and he looked at my incredulously... and then asked, "WHEN? When did you do that??" I told him it was private and that you don't talk about things like that. Let's hope he thinks that it was only once. I can't take any more questions!

Well, It Works!

Last Wednesday I cleaned the bathrooms. When George came home he remarked about how good the house smelled. I told him that I used a new cleaner. Later that evening, after JD showered, he came into our bedroom and sat on the bed with me just as George was getting into our shower. We heard this huge crash followed by some swearing. I yelled in and asked George if he was okay and he started yelling about how this cleaner made the shower floor so slippery. All of a sudden I burst into peals of laughter that JD found disconcerting. He said that I shouldn't laugh in case George got hurt, which made me laugh even harder. My son had just about had it with me and asked me what I found so funny. I told him that the cleaner I used was called KABOOM! We both cracked up. George got out of the shower and asked us what was so damn funny. JD told him that I used KABOOM and George cracked a smile and said. "No shit, I went Kaboom right on my ASS!"

Talk about Truth in Advertising...

Blogging?

First of all... let me say that I had a blog quite some time ago and seemed to have misplaced it. Eh well, I didn't have much to say then I guess. I really don't have much to say now either except that I do have some cute stories about JD that my friends might really like to keep up on.

The concept of this is strange to me. I remember when I was a little girl and I kept a DAIRY! Oh yeah, all the secrets a ten year old could possibly have were locked up tight in that book. And when my sister or cousin snuck into my room and read it, there was hell to pay... and yet now... everyone wants everyone to read their diaries.

Ok.... so here we go... peek into the Attic of My Mind.........................