I was doing a bit of reminiscing and thought about my son's first year at summer camp.
Two things happened that I want to remember. God willing, he will continue along the trail to become an Eagle and these stories will be invaluable then.
The morning of parent's night, my son called me. I don't remember what he needed now, but he wanted me to bring something that he wanted from home. It should be pointed out here that our troop has a strict "no electronics" policy on camp outs. I assumed that my son was using one of the adult's phones at the time of this call. When I arrived on site, the first person I saw was the scoutmaster. I said hello and then mentioned that my son had called and needed this or that. Mr. G looked quite surprised, but having this information was about all he needed. He later asked my son how he called home and my son, not thinking about implicating someone, just honestly answered that he used T's phone. Mr. G found this boy and had him text other scouts. A whole bunch of phones were confiscated that night. The moral is, if you are going to bring your phone to camp, chances are you will get caught. ;)
My son became slightly addicted to Slurpies while at that camp. The first real time away from home with some spending money and he was spending it on Slurpies! On family night, he asked for a Slurpie and we headed down to the trading post to get one. We headed back to the campsite and after a bit of relaxation, it was time to head to closing ceremonies. My son took his slurpie and set it inside of the tent. His scoutmaster gently reminded him that "food shouldn't be put in your tent because it will attract animals." My son happily replied, "OK! I know! That's N's tent!"
(My son is a little TOO literal)
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
February 28, 2012 Chardon, Ohio
From a Parents Perspective.
I logged onto facebook this morning and one of the status updates that I read said: "Oh dear God, not Chardon High!!!!"
My heart sunk, because although my son attends a different school, many of the young men from his scout troop
go to that school. I turned on the tv and replied to my friend's update asking what was going on. She of course responded with
the news of the shooting. I texted our scout master and started dialing the parents of the scouts. I coundn't get a hold of anyone.
I decided that I couldn't sit at home any longer, so I headed up to the school.
Once there, I parked at St, Mary Chardon. It is my parish away from home since it is where the scout troop is based. I ran across
the street to the middle school where parents had been told to pick up their students. People were standing around, just waiting.
Over and over, I heard people say, "This is Chardon. This is the country. I moved here so this wouldn't happen." I saw a few of the
parents that I knew and was glad to give hugs and offer words of support. By now, another parent had made contact with most
of the troop and we knew that "our boys" were all safe. We also have a parent who teaches in the school, and he was safe as well.
At some point, parents were then instructed to go over to Maple Elementary. They allowed us to walk through the Chardon High School
field to cross over to the elementary school. While parents were waiting, there was some normal chatter. I glanced back at the high school
and students started filing out. They were instructed to get in a line and file into Maple. The parents were moved to another line.
The students were chatting and it seemed almost surreal.. as if nothing had happened. Kids were laughing and on their phones and
parents were waving and obviously relieved to see their child. It took about 20 minutes, when silence sort of fell over the crowd. Then
for a while, it was strangely calm and quiet. As parents were reunited with students, and started exiting the elementary school, that's when
the reality might have begun to set in. There were hugs and tears and lots of emotion.
At this point was when some of the rumors really started to fly. I heard things about twitter. I heard things about the shooter being bullied.
I heard things about fights being rampant at the school lately. I heard things about drugs. And it hit me.
It. doesn't. matter.
None of it.
What matters most is how to move forward from this. It is going to take a long time. Some kids are going to be angry, some are going to be scared,
some scared and some are going to be ok. Even students from other schools are going to experience feelings. We as adults are going to have to
be caretakers AND remember to take care of ourselves. We are allowed to be afraid and sad too. 3 young men have lost their lives. More than 3
families have been ripped apart in what we feel is senseless violence.
We need to give it time.... it will stay with us for a long time. I am blessed to be able to work with a group of great young men. We will get by. We will survive.
I logged onto facebook this morning and one of the status updates that I read said: "Oh dear God, not Chardon High!!!!"
My heart sunk, because although my son attends a different school, many of the young men from his scout troop
go to that school. I turned on the tv and replied to my friend's update asking what was going on. She of course responded with
the news of the shooting. I texted our scout master and started dialing the parents of the scouts. I coundn't get a hold of anyone.
I decided that I couldn't sit at home any longer, so I headed up to the school.
Once there, I parked at St, Mary Chardon. It is my parish away from home since it is where the scout troop is based. I ran across
the street to the middle school where parents had been told to pick up their students. People were standing around, just waiting.
Over and over, I heard people say, "This is Chardon. This is the country. I moved here so this wouldn't happen." I saw a few of the
parents that I knew and was glad to give hugs and offer words of support. By now, another parent had made contact with most
of the troop and we knew that "our boys" were all safe. We also have a parent who teaches in the school, and he was safe as well.
At some point, parents were then instructed to go over to Maple Elementary. They allowed us to walk through the Chardon High School
field to cross over to the elementary school. While parents were waiting, there was some normal chatter. I glanced back at the high school
and students started filing out. They were instructed to get in a line and file into Maple. The parents were moved to another line.
The students were chatting and it seemed almost surreal.. as if nothing had happened. Kids were laughing and on their phones and
parents were waving and obviously relieved to see their child. It took about 20 minutes, when silence sort of fell over the crowd. Then
for a while, it was strangely calm and quiet. As parents were reunited with students, and started exiting the elementary school, that's when
the reality might have begun to set in. There were hugs and tears and lots of emotion.
At this point was when some of the rumors really started to fly. I heard things about twitter. I heard things about the shooter being bullied.
I heard things about fights being rampant at the school lately. I heard things about drugs. And it hit me.
It. doesn't. matter.
None of it.
What matters most is how to move forward from this. It is going to take a long time. Some kids are going to be angry, some are going to be scared,
some scared and some are going to be ok. Even students from other schools are going to experience feelings. We as adults are going to have to
be caretakers AND remember to take care of ourselves. We are allowed to be afraid and sad too. 3 young men have lost their lives. More than 3
families have been ripped apart in what we feel is senseless violence.
We need to give it time.... it will stay with us for a long time. I am blessed to be able to work with a group of great young men. We will get by. We will survive.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Klondike again
Just when I think I am ready for something, things change.
It was hard enough last year to let my young son head off to Klondike. You may remember that I was worried about having my child returned to me with all of his fingers and toes. I prepared him the best I could. I bought gear that kept him warm and happy. I made sure that he packed it all and sent him off. He returned happy and full of adventure. And he had all of his digits. I was secure that as the years wore on, this would just be old hat for me. I could just buy the bigger sizes of what I had previously purchased and all would be good.
Enter this year. The strangest winter I can remember in the Cleveland area. Snow? We don't need no stinkin' snow. Cold... not as much. What is going on??
It is RAINING in January and the temps are hovering right around 40 during the day and not even dipping to freezing at night. So when it does snow, it is that wet, horrible, slushy, heavy stuff.
You know, the stuff that is just perfect to camp in. UGH! I don't even know if he is prepared this weekend for all the wet, damp, cold and mud.
It takes every ounce of self control not to turn into a raving lunatic of a mother, insisting that he stay home and sit by the fire with some hot cocoa and watch NCIS or House with us all night. I know that in my heart of hearts, this is good for him. I don't need to hover. He will learn from all of this. He will have fun. He is making great memories of his childhood. So, I drive him and hang out in the parking lot while he largely ignores me. He is doing important stuff, like loading the trailer and talking to his friends. One quick hug before they leave and I get in my car and head home.
It's quiet here. And I am worried about fingers and toes again. SIGH!
It was hard enough last year to let my young son head off to Klondike. You may remember that I was worried about having my child returned to me with all of his fingers and toes. I prepared him the best I could. I bought gear that kept him warm and happy. I made sure that he packed it all and sent him off. He returned happy and full of adventure. And he had all of his digits. I was secure that as the years wore on, this would just be old hat for me. I could just buy the bigger sizes of what I had previously purchased and all would be good.
Enter this year. The strangest winter I can remember in the Cleveland area. Snow? We don't need no stinkin' snow. Cold... not as much. What is going on??
It is RAINING in January and the temps are hovering right around 40 during the day and not even dipping to freezing at night. So when it does snow, it is that wet, horrible, slushy, heavy stuff.
You know, the stuff that is just perfect to camp in. UGH! I don't even know if he is prepared this weekend for all the wet, damp, cold and mud.
It takes every ounce of self control not to turn into a raving lunatic of a mother, insisting that he stay home and sit by the fire with some hot cocoa and watch NCIS or House with us all night. I know that in my heart of hearts, this is good for him. I don't need to hover. He will learn from all of this. He will have fun. He is making great memories of his childhood. So, I drive him and hang out in the parking lot while he largely ignores me. He is doing important stuff, like loading the trailer and talking to his friends. One quick hug before they leave and I get in my car and head home.
It's quiet here. And I am worried about fingers and toes again. SIGH!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Creatures of habit
Strangely enough, my son is home sick with a sore throat and Klondike is coming up this weekend.
It is amazing to me that we were in this same place last year too.
It is amazing to me that we were in this same place last year too.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
THE SOUP!??
I was just reading through last year's post about Klondike and was reminded that JD's favorite part was the soup. I never did revisit this and may have left my readers wondering what kind of soup it was.
At Klondike, there is an entrance fee along with a can of soup that shouldn't be cream based. Here I thought that it was part of a collection to give to a homeless shelter or some other facility.
At the meeting after Klondike, I told one of the adult men that went on the trip about JD's great affinity for the soup and asked him what kind it was.
He laughed and told me that I could never recreate it and that it might not even be as good next year!
I was puzzled until he explained that all the cans of soup that the boys bring with them are dumped into a huge pot and stirred up and heated. Each boy is given his empty can back and throughout the weekend, as they travel from activity to activity, they can have some soup ladled into their can to keep warm and happy!
Boys and their simplicity make me happy!
At Klondike, there is an entrance fee along with a can of soup that shouldn't be cream based. Here I thought that it was part of a collection to give to a homeless shelter or some other facility.
At the meeting after Klondike, I told one of the adult men that went on the trip about JD's great affinity for the soup and asked him what kind it was.
He laughed and told me that I could never recreate it and that it might not even be as good next year!
I was puzzled until he explained that all the cans of soup that the boys bring with them are dumped into a huge pot and stirred up and heated. Each boy is given his empty can back and throughout the weekend, as they travel from activity to activity, they can have some soup ladled into their can to keep warm and happy!
Boys and their simplicity make me happy!
Winter Camping time again
I am really not good at keeping up with this blog.
Here we are again, one year later from the last time I posted. My son is headed to his Klondike again in a week and I can say that this year is much easier. This time though, it seems like it might be a mud bath! Oh, clean up will be joyous!
JD has made 2nd class with his troop and has earned a handful of merit badges. Over all he is having a good time. Most recently, he has started patch trading. He found someone in Australia to trade patches with and this is pretty exciting. It is a hobby that comes with a whole new set of rules, but can be very rewarding. He is also considering the possibility of a World Jamboree next year in West Virginia. This is something else that I would have to worry about and help him prepare to do. I feel like just when I become comfortable, he throws something else in there that I need to learn about.
Any tips out there on preparing for a World Jamboree?
Here we are again, one year later from the last time I posted. My son is headed to his Klondike again in a week and I can say that this year is much easier. This time though, it seems like it might be a mud bath! Oh, clean up will be joyous!
JD has made 2nd class with his troop and has earned a handful of merit badges. Over all he is having a good time. Most recently, he has started patch trading. He found someone in Australia to trade patches with and this is pretty exciting. It is a hobby that comes with a whole new set of rules, but can be very rewarding. He is also considering the possibility of a World Jamboree next year in West Virginia. This is something else that I would have to worry about and help him prepare to do. I feel like just when I become comfortable, he throws something else in there that I need to learn about.
Any tips out there on preparing for a World Jamboree?
Friday, January 28, 2011
Boy Scout Klondike Trip
I think I will start using this blog for tracking my son's boy scout activities and my reactions to them all. His first summer camp was interesting.... I will get back to that later.
For now, here we sit on the Friday of his Klondike trip. This is when the scouts go camping in the winter. In the snow. This doesn't even sound remotely fun to me, but to some of the boys it is like pure gold.
It started out with my son going on the Thanksgiving trip and declaring it was too cold and that he wanted no part of the Klondike. I thought to myself, "Good, then I don't have to deal with trying to figure out what to purchase to keep him warm and safe."
Fast forward to 2 weeks before the trip, when after the meeting, my dear child hops in the car and says, "OK, I am going!" "Going? Going where?" I ponder. "Klondike! I am the littlest guy and I will get to drive the sled!" I am immediately ticked off because I know that it is my responsiblity to go to the store and make sure that he has all the proper equipment so he comes home with all of his fingers and toes.
I head to the store and find that most of the stuff was on sale. Thank goodness. I got him liner socks, wool socks, thermal underwear both tops and bottoms. I even got the thermals in 2 sizes because the price was so low... that way next year I won't be caught off guard. I got some hand warmers too. My husband was a scout and is an avid hiker, so he had a great sleeping bag for JD to use. Of course, JD had his snowpants, boots and gloves at home. He was set to go.
JD came down with quite a cold on the Tuesday before and I wasn't sure I should let him go. It got so bad, my mom ran him to the doctor for me on the day he stayed home with a fever. The doctor told her to tell me to let him go. I still wasn't convinced and so the compromise I struck was that JD could go for one night. On Friday night, the scouts get to camp and set up tents and hit the sack. I thought that it was a fair compromise. George woke up early Saturday morning and got JD to camp before the festivities began.
When JD came home, we asked him if he had fun and he said it was a blast. When I asked him what his favorite part was, he said, "THE SOUP!"
Seriously? all that planning and shopping and it was the soup. Brother.
For now, here we sit on the Friday of his Klondike trip. This is when the scouts go camping in the winter. In the snow. This doesn't even sound remotely fun to me, but to some of the boys it is like pure gold.
It started out with my son going on the Thanksgiving trip and declaring it was too cold and that he wanted no part of the Klondike. I thought to myself, "Good, then I don't have to deal with trying to figure out what to purchase to keep him warm and safe."
Fast forward to 2 weeks before the trip, when after the meeting, my dear child hops in the car and says, "OK, I am going!" "Going? Going where?" I ponder. "Klondike! I am the littlest guy and I will get to drive the sled!" I am immediately ticked off because I know that it is my responsiblity to go to the store and make sure that he has all the proper equipment so he comes home with all of his fingers and toes.
I head to the store and find that most of the stuff was on sale. Thank goodness. I got him liner socks, wool socks, thermal underwear both tops and bottoms. I even got the thermals in 2 sizes because the price was so low... that way next year I won't be caught off guard. I got some hand warmers too. My husband was a scout and is an avid hiker, so he had a great sleeping bag for JD to use. Of course, JD had his snowpants, boots and gloves at home. He was set to go.
JD came down with quite a cold on the Tuesday before and I wasn't sure I should let him go. It got so bad, my mom ran him to the doctor for me on the day he stayed home with a fever. The doctor told her to tell me to let him go. I still wasn't convinced and so the compromise I struck was that JD could go for one night. On Friday night, the scouts get to camp and set up tents and hit the sack. I thought that it was a fair compromise. George woke up early Saturday morning and got JD to camp before the festivities began.
When JD came home, we asked him if he had fun and he said it was a blast. When I asked him what his favorite part was, he said, "THE SOUP!"
Seriously? all that planning and shopping and it was the soup. Brother.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Middle School
I don't come here very often. Frankly, I forget about this place. I have so much tumbling around inside my head and I should remember that my education was in writing and I should continue to practice.
Today my only child headed off on his Middle School Adventure. I can hardly believe he is old enough for this part of his life. It seems that only yesterday I was wishing diapers away! (I promise that in actuality, it was MUCH longer ago than yesterday that he successfully stopped using diapers.)
As we prepared to get ready for back to school, I signed up for a contest on facebook to win a bevy of items. I had to follow 12 mom bloggers and then make comments or follow them on facebook or follow the product or company that was offering the item up for grabs. Some of the blogs were fun, some were all business laying out deals that are available and others were a mixture. I think the mixed ones were my favorites.
That being said, JD is already home from orientation. He is excited to be in the same hall as his best friend (which means he will get to eat lunch with him) and disappointed that the third musketeer is not in their hall. Oh what will this crazy 6th grade adventure bring?
Today my only child headed off on his Middle School Adventure. I can hardly believe he is old enough for this part of his life. It seems that only yesterday I was wishing diapers away! (I promise that in actuality, it was MUCH longer ago than yesterday that he successfully stopped using diapers.)
As we prepared to get ready for back to school, I signed up for a contest on facebook to win a bevy of items. I had to follow 12 mom bloggers and then make comments or follow them on facebook or follow the product or company that was offering the item up for grabs. Some of the blogs were fun, some were all business laying out deals that are available and others were a mixture. I think the mixed ones were my favorites.
That being said, JD is already home from orientation. He is excited to be in the same hall as his best friend (which means he will get to eat lunch with him) and disappointed that the third musketeer is not in their hall. Oh what will this crazy 6th grade adventure bring?
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Veep Debate
Clearly, neither candidate thought about ME in this debate. Didn't they realize that they preempted one of my favorite shows, a COMEDY. Harumph, I expected a laugh riot. Instead, they both did well. Congratulations to them for delivering on this one. I didn't like how Sarah Palin put down the mainstream media. And the other moment that annoyed me was when she said, "Doggone it, Joe... there ya go again...". I watched her debates from when she was vying for the Governor's job and she did THE SAME thing there. Not a cute answer, not endearing to me.
Anyway, I really wish that there would have been more to "report" today from the comedic standpoint.
Anyway, I really wish that there would have been more to "report" today from the comedic standpoint.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I KNEW that I wouldn't blog enough...
Lets try this again.............. I am so excited for tonight's debate, I can hardly stand it. I am going to have to take a nap so that I can stay up for the whole thing.
Here are a couple stories that really got my attention today. Steve Fossett's plane wreckage was found! Talk about closure. I am really glad that they found it. I was thinking that if they couldn't ever find a millionaire, the rest of us had no chance! ;)
I find it interesting that they want to change the driving age to 18. I am not really sure how I feel about this at the moment. I just read the story and need some time to ponder the pros and cons.
The other story that still has me going is in regards to the Auburn Career Center in Lake County. There is a construction program that normally includes a final senior project of building a house! The houses that they construct are usually in the price range of 350,000 - 400,000! I just read that they are "dismayed" that the last two homes have not sold! uuuhhh... YEA... what in the world did they expect in this economy. And now, the Career Center has made the decision to suspend the project for this year. There are a lot of disappointed students, but I think that maybe this is a more valuable lesson. You just shouldn't build that big if the contract is not already sold, or if the economy won't allow for it. I am just not sure why the school wouldn't help get the kids involved with a Habitat for Humanity project or something similar!! I hope that they resolve this soon.
And on a totally unrelated note, my cousin just called and asked me to help look into the laws regarding political signs. It seems as though the condo complex that she resides in has told them that they may NOT display any sign. She works for one of the campaigns and is a bit perturbed by the whole thing. (Reason #563 that I would not choose to live where there is an association... I am MUCH to much of a brat!)
Here are a couple stories that really got my attention today. Steve Fossett's plane wreckage was found! Talk about closure. I am really glad that they found it. I was thinking that if they couldn't ever find a millionaire, the rest of us had no chance! ;)
I find it interesting that they want to change the driving age to 18. I am not really sure how I feel about this at the moment. I just read the story and need some time to ponder the pros and cons.
The other story that still has me going is in regards to the Auburn Career Center in Lake County. There is a construction program that normally includes a final senior project of building a house! The houses that they construct are usually in the price range of 350,000 - 400,000! I just read that they are "dismayed" that the last two homes have not sold! uuuhhh... YEA... what in the world did they expect in this economy. And now, the Career Center has made the decision to suspend the project for this year. There are a lot of disappointed students, but I think that maybe this is a more valuable lesson. You just shouldn't build that big if the contract is not already sold, or if the economy won't allow for it. I am just not sure why the school wouldn't help get the kids involved with a Habitat for Humanity project or something similar!! I hope that they resolve this soon.
And on a totally unrelated note, my cousin just called and asked me to help look into the laws regarding political signs. It seems as though the condo complex that she resides in has told them that they may NOT display any sign. She works for one of the campaigns and is a bit perturbed by the whole thing. (Reason #563 that I would not choose to live where there is an association... I am MUCH to much of a brat!)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
"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.....
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.....
Monday, June 2, 2008
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!
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...
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.........................
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.........................
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