Hero Worship?

M has been fascinated lately with human parts. You know the specific parts I am talking about, right? Also, seriously do you think there is better topic I could think of to write about today???

The other day he wanted to know about what human anatomy I had versus what he had. He asked if 'Mommy has a penis' and I said 'no honey I have a vagina'. Then he named off all the people he knew who have a penis and me with my vagina. He finally dropped the subject, or more likely I changed the subject...

Last evening as we were enjoying some fine home cooking (pizza delivered from heaven... er I mean the Pizza Express dude!) Matthew brought up the penis discussion again, randomly, without provocation. He said 'I have a penis and Mommy has a...a... GIRL PENIS!' K almost spit his pizza in my face. Then when he saw his father's laughter he knew he had the wrong words so he quickly covered for this faux pas by brightly saying 'no no girls have skippers.' Skippers, huh?! Fighting with all my might to keep a straight face I told him that girls have vagina's and boys have penises. He seemed satisfied by this but he also proceeded to name the parts of those us around the table. He was also curious about Santana's parts. Never a dull moment in our dinner conversation.

He has decided that my breasts are really nifty. He wants to know about my bra and why I wear one. He told me he "loved" my breasts the other day. How do you EVEN respond to that? "Thank you! I appreciate your hero worship of my chest, darling!"

He has taken to poking at them and wanting to see my bra. In fact, yesterday we were setting up the co sleeper bassinet finally and he got my bathing suit from the bathroom. He stated the suit was dry then proceeded to try to dress me in it. He stopped and said "Mommy where is the other part?" I told him there are only two parts to the suit but he persisted. "NO the other part..." Oh I said 'you mean the bra?' He smiled and wiggled around and said YES! I said 'well Mommy has a bra on NOW but she does not wear a bra with the bathing suit.' He traipsed off happy with this response.

Finally, by far the worst thing for me is that in public when he gets nervous he has decided that sticking his hands down my voluptuous cleavage (WHY are all maternity shirts SO low cut these days?!??!) (and also I just used the words voluptuous cleavage in reference to my boobs) is a good way to get over his nervousness.

I cannot WAIT to bring a wee nursing baby home. I can only imagine the discussions that will ensue from that experience for the next year.

Shots, Gas, and Girls

Ah, I like to confuse and thrill my few readers with tricky titles that are not nearly as enthralling as the title would lead someone to believe. I have lots of random thoughts that I would like to share today so here it goes - also, a PS before the end of the post - is that possible? Hmm, well here on this blog it is: I cannot be held accountable for what I write since they are really only half formed thoughts. Happy reading!

1st: We, being Kevin & I, but not Matthew, had our flu shots at the local ghetto Kroger last evening. Seems the Pharmacist is on crack because he told Kevin "sure bring your son on over- they can give him his flu shot" meanwhile back at the ranch the nurse and her lovely assistant said "nope, we cannot give shots to kids NINE and under..." Ah well we got to spend a couple of extra hours with Matthew so no matter. Really the reason I mention this has to do with the absurd pain I am in today. Holy crap! That stupid flu shot is making the whole left side of my body ache... okay not really... just my left shoulder but it is much more dramatic to say left side of my body and I would not be one to run away from a dramatic moment! Also, just as the nurse stuck me she said "jeez these needles are awfully dull" AND thunk into my arm it went like a flippin' bullet to the shoulder... thanks. And that health moment brought to you by "Why you should NOT go to a ghetto Kroger to get a flu shot..."

2nd: I voted. 'Nuff said. I was not going to for you see I have not changed my address with the voting people but it turns out they did not know I moved and my photo id still states that I live at my previous addy so they let me vote in District 7 or is it 15... either way I got to vote... Goody for me, right?!

3rd: Has anyone seen the obscene price for a gallon of gas? I mean really... I am glad we only drive one car for the most part these days... Check this little chart out! Here in B-town it is something like 3.09 a gallon. WTF! Mostly I write about this because I mentioned to Kevin that I hate that the costs of gas are going up right before the holidays and the cold weather because the costs of heating our home will be very high and the cost of virtually everything from our milk to the gifts we buy for Christmas may be effected by this. Most of the reports I have heard or read said this might be the price we can except to see for a long time. Look, oil is currently something like $90 a barrel & has been for some time... and I guess something had to give eventually but still... UGH.

4th: A friend sent me this article about boys and their status in the world (or certain populations); that perhaps boys are some sort of endangered species based to some degree or another perhaps on pollution. I thought it was interesting and I wanted to share. This stuff fascinates me to no end!

And at long last you have come to the end (glad, aren't you!?) I do want to do a holiday post because I am so excited for Christmas this year - so excited that I can barely breath but I am also behind BEHIND people on my shopping. Sometime, months ago on this very blog (AND yes, too lazy to go find the post) I promised this was not the place I was going to be but I am ... DAMMIT! Ugh, tomorrow I will write about my holiday issues... till then, farewell...

OH you SO thought you were done with me but did anyone else watch this horrific show that I am slightly obsessed with? These people, OMG!