I've never had an issue with correct anatomical terms, and I certainly don't have a problem with my kids using them properly. It is what it is. A penis is a penis; a vagina is a vagina. I'd much rather have them calling it like they see it instead of giving their parts endearing or weird titles. It may be the nurse coming out in me, but I really don't want my kids to be uncomfortable or embarrassed when they need to reference reproductive organs in actual, serious conversations someday. And believe me, everyone at some point in their life will need to have an actual, serious conversation regarding sex organs. So at our house, words like scrotum, uterus, and nipple are just normal words like leg, arm, and nose.
That being said, I also grew up in a house full of boys. I know that in the ordinary day-to-day life of a male, it isn't normal to say "testicles" or "scrotum". It just isn't. I don't want my son to be naive either, so I think it's important for him to know a few of the slang terms also (at least the ones that are least offensive). When he asks about terms he's heard, I honestly (and sort of maturely) define things for him and then tell him when and if it is ever appropriate to say those things. So far it's mostly worked pretty well for us. However, sometimes E doesn't always fully understand...or she has penis envy.
Case in point: While they were wrestling the other day, E shouted out, "Mom, J just kicked me in the nuts!"
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Five Signs That Your Mom May Be Sick
** You've made yourself corn dogs...twice...before 11:00 am. (Corn dogs!?! Gross.)
** You ate those corn dogs wherever you pleased, and your mom knew about it and didn't even care. (Tables are overrated, right?)
** There seems to be no limit to how much Gatorade or hot chocolate you are allowed as long as you can get it yourself.
** You were playing on the stairs with the scooter for at least ten minutes before your mom realized it and made you stop. (Safety first, people!)
** You've been asked to turn down the volume on the computer, TV, and iPod several times but never once have you been told to turn them off.
** You ate those corn dogs wherever you pleased, and your mom knew about it and didn't even care. (Tables are overrated, right?)
** There seems to be no limit to how much Gatorade or hot chocolate you are allowed as long as you can get it yourself.
** You were playing on the stairs with the scooter for at least ten minutes before your mom realized it and made you stop. (Safety first, people!)
** You've been asked to turn down the volume on the computer, TV, and iPod several times but never once have you been told to turn them off.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
He Wants to Learn Even When He's Sick
We've had enough screen time in the past three days to last us for the next month. What else is there to do when the harsh coughing keeps us all from sleeping? While some of us are watching mind-numbingly stupid (stupid, stupid!) shows like The Bachelor, others in the house choose shows about ancient Jerusalem. J was so genuinely excited about it too.
J: I'm watching an outstandingly cool show. It's about ancient Jerusalem. The facts are awesome!
Once again, my six-year-old son has proved to be more of an intellect than me. I'll grow up someday...maybe.
J: I'm watching an outstandingly cool show. It's about ancient Jerusalem. The facts are awesome!
Once again, my six-year-old son has proved to be more of an intellect than me. I'll grow up someday...maybe.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Influenza Sucks
A confirmed case of Influenza A apparently isn't a photo-worthy moment...
J: Are you taking a picture? Really, Mom? Now? In the doctor's office? Oh, for crying out loud!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Perfect Shot
Sometimes capturing that perfect shot takes a lot of work...
especially when your subject doesn't want to cooperate.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Coaching Ain't Easy
Along with a fantastic break from school and work, all of our usual activities came to a temporary halt over the holiday season as well. Well, we can't be on break forever (darn!), so we've jumped back into the swing of things.
A new activity this year for J is basketball. He loves basketball and enjoys watching it. However, he's still finding his comfort zone on the court.
After last night's game he broke down in tears in the car:
J: (sobbing) I don't think I played very well. I had to fight back the tears when I was playing. I almost cried.
Steve (a first year coach): Me too, buddy. Me too.
There's a big learning curve going on at our house right now...for the player and the coach.
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