Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Hippos, Fake Boobs, Lights and Lollipops
at 9:37 PM
Rose is singing this damn song over and over again. She heard it once - ONE TIME - and she kept asking, "Is this a kid singing this song?"
She couldn't believe it was a grown adult singing. And now, she's singing it endlessly.
Eh, it could be worse. I always get stuck on Feliz Navidad.
I mistakenly opened a can of worms with Rose last week.
We received a sports magazine in the mail and she was looking at the pictures of the cheerleaders. She does the same thing with my Victoria's Secret catalogs.
She’s just like me. I frequently would sneak peeks at my dad’s Playboy and Penthouse magazines when I was a little girl. I was endlessly fascinated with women’s bodies.
She found this one picture of a girl with WAY OBVIOUSLY fake boobs and she said,
“Mommy, her boobs are GINORMOUS!”
And I said, without thinking,
“Yep, they’re fake too.”
Her eyes were like saucers. She spent the rest of the night asking me about the how’s and why’s of fake boobs. Great. Now I’m sure her friends’ parents will be calling me with,
“Your daughter told my daughter that some women have fake boobs!”
The kids and I went out Sunday night to a neighborhood that is famous for its Christmas lights. This neighborhood actually offers horse drawn carriage rides to see the lights more closely.
One home in particular went way above and beyond what you'd expect to see in a normal neighborhood setting. They had so many lights... I mean, a TON of lights... all synchronized to music. There was a sign in the front yard with a radio station to tune to so that you could listen to the music and watch the lights dance in their front yard. We watched in complete awe!
I can't even imagine living next door to these people. I don't even think I'd bother putting up lights with that next door. On their radio station, they said that it took them 13 months to set it all up.
And the kids are begging me,
"Mommy, why can't we have lights like that!"
The cool thing was that the whole thing was for charity. Operation Homefront was their charity of choice, supporting the families of deployed soldiers.
We gave a few dollars and of course, I thought about you know who.
The ex has been taking the girls swimming on the weekends they're with him. He joined a recreation center that has an indoor swimming pool. They enjoy it and I'm glad they're getting in some exercise instead of sitting in front of the TV.
The other night, he was here at the house and said,
"I'm not sure I should be changing clothes in front of the girls anymore."
Rose was used to seeing her daddy naked. We were all in the same house until she was 4 years old. She knows the difference between a penis and a vagina.
Yes, I'm one of "those" moms who teaches the actual biological names for body parts. No "wee wee" or "pee pee" here.
Well, my Grace hasn't really seen such things. She was only 1 when her daddy moved out.
Apparently, while changing at the recreation center last weekend, Grace caught a glimpse of her daddy naked. Then she announced,
"Daddy, your vagina looks like a lollipop."
We were both doubled over in giggles as he told me this story. Of course, ever the big sister, Rose spoke up,
"That's not a vagina. That's a penis!"
Wow. Kids are funny.
They definitely keep me on my toes!