I love it when I hear grown up phrases/words coming out of T's mouth. Last weekend he told me that he needed a glass of water because he "needed to hydrate."
His newest phrase is "Speaking of which" (we're blaming that one on my MIL - she says that all of the time, and he's been spending a lot of time with her since he started preschool.) He hasn't exactly gotten the proper use down yet, but that makes it even cuter and funnier.
This is as close to verbatim as I can remember of the conversation we had last night as I was tucking him in.
T: I want the fan on. Speaking of which, are there owls out there?
Me: There could be. Owls like to fly around at night.
T: Speaking of which, why are fish and chicken both meat?
Me: .........Um........Because they are both made of animals?*
T: ......Oh. Speaking of which, I love you, and I want to give you lots of kisses.
*Mom of the Year answer, right? I won't be surprised if he doesn't want to ever eat fish or chicken again now that I've revealed that it's made of animals.
Love it. Have you caught it on video?
Lillie - No, I'm terrible about stuff like that. I have a Flip that my parents got me last year for Christmas that I've used twice....
I love Halloween. It's my favorite holiday, hands down. I love the time of year (Fall) and the weather. I love all of the decorations in the neighborhood, and decorating my own house. I've been adding to my Halloween decorations slowly but surely, and this year we have a skeleton hanging on the door, a big ghost hanging on our porch, decals of ghosts and vampires and mummies and witches on our windows, a tombstone for our yard, and an adorable little black cat sign at the end of our driveway that says "Trick or Treat." Oh, and closer to Halloween we will carve jack o'lanterns. DH thinks that I'm already overboard, but I'm thinking about getting some lights or making some ghosts or something that we could hang from the tree in our front yard. I don't really decorate for any other holidays, so I think I'm allowed to go a little overboard for this one.
I'm really excited too, because last year T was starting to "get it" but he definitely understands a lot more this year. He picked out his own costume this year (Batman!) and he was excited to decorate the house with me. Between the two of us, DH's "objections" never stood a chance. Old curmudgen.
When I was a little girl, we used to go trick or treating every year in one of the very small towns that was nearby (I lived out in the country - not much trick or treating available there.) The local butcher was a real Halloween nut. Every year, he would turn his yard into an amateur "haunted house", and he would throw a big party that was free to everyone, including free grilled hot dogs and hot chocolate, and he would put on a magic show. It was AWESOME! Someday, when I retire and have time to learn magic, U want to be that guy. He was the coolest. I guess I'm also going to have to buy a Butcher's Shop so I have access to all of those hotdogs.
So, yesterday I noticed a lot of little twinge-y type cramps in my uterus. Not heavy cramps, just little twinges. This is weird because I'm not due to start AF for several more days, I usually only get cramps right before AF, and they are usually much harder and more painful than little twinges.
This morning, I woke up feeling like someone had used my boobs for punching bags. And the icing on the cake? As I rolled over in bed, I swear I felt a twinge of round ligament pain. I know, I know, super early, but I swear that I felt the same thing a day or two before my BFP with the last pregnancy.
So, I took a test (no one get excited, this was the good kind! First Response, nothing but the best for me!) and.....
Later in the morning, a got hit with a crushing wave of nausea. Even as I sit here, my poor chest is just aching away.
I really wish that I could say the following: I know my body, dag nabbit! If my body says it's pregnant, then by God, I'm pregnant!
But the truth is, I know that I'm a little cuckoo when it comes to this whole pregnancy thing. So frankly, at this point, I am more than prepared to believe the pregnancy test, and believe that I'm just misreading the signs.
The funny thing is that I am sooo not looking to get pregnant quite yet. I have decided that I do want to try again, but DH and I agreed that we are going to wait until after we get my last set of test results back so that we will have a plan more firmly in place. Wouldn't it be just my luck to have a little slip up and have an oops pregnancy on top of everything else. But when I got the BFN, I still had the nerve to feel a little disappointed.
Told DH about it. I woke up before the alarm (to what felt like RLP) and laid there waiting for him to wake up. Finally, I pretended that I was just innocently rubbing his back (which he loves) but when he stirred I said "Are you awake? I think I'm pregnant." That got his attention all right. Since I haven't even missed a period, he decreed me "bat$!t crazy" (it's funny because it's true) and got up and went about his morning routine. After I took the test, he tried very hard not to say "I told you so."
Bat**** crazy or not, are you going to get a blood test done so you guys can work out the shots and crap? Or wait?
I'm going to get a blood test the day before Thanksgiving to test my clotting factors and see if they are still elevated (if so, that means shots.) My hematologist said ideally he likes to wait 3 months between tests because if they are too close together, something temporary like an infection could be elevating them both artificially.
If you mean, am I going to take a blood test to find out if I'm pregnant - no I'm waiting that one out for now. Even I can hear how crazy I would sound calling my dr and saying "I'm not due for my period yet, and I took a home pregnancy test but it was negative, but I demand a blood test."
Okay, first things first, not pregnant. See? I was right to not storm into my drs office demanding a blood test. LOL They have been very understanding and sweet about everything so far; I don't want to push that.
Anyway, had a conversation with T last night that revealed that I am possibly not mature enough to be a parent. It's just that I had no time to prepare for this conversation. Okay, not true, I had 3 years to prepare for it. I just didn't see it coming so soon. I guess we have entered into the "Curiosity About My Body" stage.
Last night after his bath, I had T all wrapped up in a large towel. Suddenly he goes "Mommy, I'm pulling on my penis! It feels funny!"
I seriously have not given much thought to how I would want to handle a penis pulling conversation with my three year old. I have tried to be honest with him and teach him the proper names for things instead of baby talk, which is how he knows to call it his penis in the first place. But I was unprepared for this.
So, I decide to focus on the privacy issue. He knows what privacy is. I no longer stay in the bathroom with him when he's going (unless it's a public bathroom) to give him his privacy, and I ask that he gives me mine when I'm in the bathroom too. So I basically told him "It's your penis, you're allowed to touch it, but some things are private. Like going to the bathroom. That's private, and we don't do it in front of other people. Same thing with touching your penis, it's private, so don't do it in front of other people, okay?"
Then, he starts talking about MY penis. And this is another thing that I struggle with. How much does he need to know? Do I let my 3 year old go on thinking that I have a penis? So I say "Well, I don't have a penis, because I'm a woman." Hoping against hope that he'll leave it at that. Of course not. He asks the obvious follow up question: What do you have?
In keeping with my previous policy of teaching him the correct anatomical terms, I say that women have vaginas. He goes "Oh! You have a vagina!" I am just squirming at this point. Hearing the word "vagina" coming out of my three year old's mouth is just awkward, and all I can think is that with any luck, he'll go back to his 60-ish day care lady or his Oma or someone and start talking Vs, and then they'll wonder what kind of conversations I've been having with him and call CPS or something.
Plus, I recognize that my extreme discomfort just talking about the correct medical terms for body parts probably means I need to grow up a little before I attempt to raise someone else.
After I put him to bed, I came downstairs, and DH said "Did I hear you right? Were you up there talking to him about vaginas?"
So, what do you mamas think? Did I handle that right, or would you have told him not to touch his penis lest he go blind, and that women don't have anything - like Barbie dolls. Have you had this convo with your young children too?
I have been there with Kostas and I handled it the same way you did. I gave him the answer to his question and nothing more and if he asked more I answered more. I think you did great! Also, I think its great you didn't shame him for pulling on his penis either. I have had many a conversation with Kostas about how "that is fine to do, just not in the living room..." LOL
Mama to Kostas with the Mostest, born 07/10/07
and Marek "Cricket" Joshua, born 12/07/12
Good job, mama! That is pretty much how we handle it at our house. Short honest answers...and we acknowledge that "yep, it feels good." we do that when we are alone...
DD 8.03, DD 6.05, DS 3.07, DD 5.09, and DS arrived 6.17.12