Deep Thoughts on Humanity

Yesterday after school, the kids climb in the car and as soon as they settled, the following conversation between Ethan and me ensued:

Him: Mom, can boys have babies?
Me: Nope.
Him: Never?
Me: nope
Him: Oh GOOOD. WHEW.
Me: Why?
Him: Cuz I don't wanna have a baby when I grow up
It just tickled me so much that I kept laughing because I kept thinking about him worrying about it all day, biding his time until he could ask me.

Today the topic was boobs. He was asking me why the body that I use to take pictures of my necklaces has boobs. I told him to make the shirts fit right and he said, "But you don't have boobs..." I said, "Why yes I do!" Then he commented that he sure hoped he never got them. I told him no way would he ever get them, he's a boy. I could tell this news was quite a relief. Then he pulls his shirt up and points to his nips and says, "Then what do you call these?" I told him the typical, "Those are markers of where you would have boobies if you got them." Then he said, "Do you have these underneath your boobies?" I told him I used to have those, and they turned into boobs. He had no more questions after that, he seemed satisfied

She's a Good Girl

So I have an Australian Shepherd, and not surprisingly she is extremely intelligent. :hug: In fact, she learns behavior sequences very quickly, i.e., "I pick up something I shouldn't have, I give it to Mom when she says 'give', I get praise." So it's been my concern that she isn't learning not to pick things up that she shouldn't have in the first place. Anyway, I was sitting here at the computer as usual, and I hear something fall on the floor at my feet, and then feel a warm chin resting on my leg. I look down, and there is a lego laying in the floor and my dog is looking up at me with that look in her eyes that says, "Love me, I'm such a good girl." :laugh:

Brownie Delight

Tonight, I was chatting with a friend, and my son ran in with bits of chocolate on the corners of his mouth. I asked him if he had chocolate, to which he replied by running his tongue across his teeth, making the "MMMMM" sound and nodding his head in rapidity. He said he had a brownie. I asked him where he found the brownie, and he said, "under the couch." To this he added that it had a lot of hair stuck to it, and a leggo embedded in it. I briefly had to hide because I was falling into fits of uncontrollable laughter as he was telling this in front of my friend. So I stepped into his closet for a bit of alone time, and when I came out, I asked him, "Seriously, where did you find that brownie?" He replied, "I found it in a plastic bag." I asked, "Where was the plastic bag?" He said, "I found it in the pantry."

This little jokester really got us tonight. I really beieved that he had found a stale brownie under the couch with dog hair and leggos stuck to it and had eaten it. You can't trust these little boys!

That Funny Boy

I like to make the return to school kind of an exciting time for the kids, so this year, I decided I wanted to get a mani-pedi for Abby as a little fun thing. It's not something that I have ever done with her, and certainly not something that I plan to turn into a regular thing, but it was fun.

I picked out an iridescent green polish for my nails, and Abby picked out an iridescent blue and had a tiny flower done on one finger of each hand. After the manicure was done, I was sitting by Ethan and he said, "Hey, let me see your nails." I obliged, and his comment was, "Greeeeeeen???!!! *giggle giggle* What kind of mom ARE you?!" more giggles....

Who is this?

Little white pony tails stick straight out from her head.
Perennial mischievous glint in her sparkly blue eyes.
Likes to wear her Cowgirl boots.
Walks with decided purposeful bounce.
Not going to let you down easy.
Sticks her tongue out at you when no one's looking.
Will chew as many pieces of bubble gum as she can get in her mouth.
She doesn't have little feet, she has big feet.
She was once the youngest, but is no longer.
She could hang with the biggest and work the longest.
She'll starve out for ice cream and the dogs know to lay by her chair.
If she's on your side, she always will be.
Her loyalty and sense of fairness go before her.

My Review of Hind Pretty Speedy Support Bra (For Women)

Originally submitted at Sierra Trading Post

Closeouts . Hind's Pretty Speedy support bra has a wide comfort band that's smooth in front and on sides to help avoid chafing. Bra has ultra moisture-wicking properties to keep you dry and comfortable while exercising. Mesh fabric for racerback and bra lining Smooth fabric in front UPF 40-50+ Ex...

Hind Pretty Speedy Support Bra (For Women)

Love it

By Stealthy the Runner from Arkansas on 8/12/2008

 

5out of 5

Fit: Feels true to size

Pros: Lightweight, Moisture Wicking, Comfortable, Snug Fit, Modest

Best Uses: Gym, Warm Weather, Competition, Running

Describe Yourself: Competitive Athlete

The qualifications for being my sport bra are: 1. comfortable, 2. Supportive, and 3. Modest and this sport bra fits all 3 requirements. I wish I had about 10 of them.

(legalese)

A Golden Boy

In February of 1987, my mother was pregnant with (according to her doctor) either "a great big boy or tiny twin girls." The baby/ies was due in the latter part of February. (Forgive me for having forgotten exact dates as I was only 9.5 years old at the time.) Dr. Kerr told Mom not to worry, in either case, she had already given birth to 3 good-sized babies, and he wasn't the least bit worried that she could deliver an even bigger baby or twins.

Mom started going in and out of labor and made a few trips to the hospital only for labour to peter out and quit. She was completely exhausted and ready for the ordeal to be over with when on or around the 4th of March, she finally went into labour for the last time and the doctor decided that she was really not going to get this baby out.

On the 5th of March, 1987, Daniel Lupton Herbert joined us in this world by way of C-section, weighing in at a whopping 11 lbs., 5 oz, there was no question why Mom was unsuccessful in her many VALIANT attempts at extricating my brother.

We other children were not allowed to see Mom and baby in the hospital, though I clearly recall creeping around the outside of the building and peering in through the window, to no avail, as I have always been "smallish."

The first time I saw my Golden Boy, they brought him out of the front door of the hospital and strapped him into the car seat next to me. His head was covered with light coppery golden curls, and he looked to be 3 months old, with rolls of pinchy baby fat curling out under his chin and and arms. It was a warm, sunny day and the light caught in his golden hair and charmed me to the core.

From that very first day, he was my little charge. I hauled him around everywhere I went, even when I broke my arm. He's all grown up now, serving in Iraq, but his hair is still golden, and I can still see him clearly as he was on the day we brought him home.