Sunday, January 22, 2006

A really good idea!

My husband is so incredibly creative! He comes up with things that I never could have thought of in a million years. Lately, Lily has been getting curious about the differences between boys and girls. She knows about "boobies" and for censorship's sake "weewees", but male anatomy is lost on her. That, and frankly, I'm a little scared to broach the subject. Unfortunately, this cannot be held off much longer.

Last year around this time, the following conversation occured:

Lily: "Mom, when you go get my little brother, can I come to the store and help you pick him out?"

Mom: [fending off giggles] Well, Lily, um... little brothers don't come from the store.

Lily: Where do they come from?

Mom: Um... can I get back to you on that one?

End scene, insert panic here. I called my mom, no answer. I called my step-mom, no answer. I called Casey's mom... Answer... Talk about a weird thing to ask your mother-in-law. Um, hi, can you tell me what to tell a five year old that is asking about where little brothers come from?

Mom-in-law, being the ever-wise sage that she is, told me that my best bet was to keep it simple. Something that my own mother told me later after about half an hour of giggling. So, I explained it to Lily in a round about way. No more questions.

But this year... Again, I am in a panic mode of sorts. I can't keep up the "boys are yucky" talk, especially since Lily has recieved her first kiss. My six year old daughter got kissed. AAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!!!

Thankfully, she said "EWWW!" and proceeded to call the boy "bunny head." But, in six year old speak we all know that's flirting.

Part of the reason that we're dealing with this problem is because we have one bathroom in our house and when someone takes a bath, there is no shower curtain (it's an old fashion claw tub), and if someone else needs to come in and use the bathroom... Well, yeah... Mommy is holding up towels so the other person can't see anything. It's a little silly. This brings us to yesterday. Casey comes home and is taking a bath (Pictures are available for anyone that wants them... and it's a bubble bath too! Just email me!) and he says to me "You know, I've been thinking about this, and the perfect way to introduce her to this would be Thomas..."

And it is absolutely perfect! Thomas is the two month old son of my best friend Michelle. All we would have to do is change his diaper and say "See, this is one of the many ways that boys are different than girls!" My husband is brilliant!!!

Now, all we have to do is get Mickie to say okay to this and get some quality babysitting time in (which I don't think that Mickie would mind), and we'd just have to wait for the kid to poo.

So yeah... You can now all marvel about how wonderful my husband is as far as parenting ideas. I know I do on a daily basis.

Tomorrow: My attempt to make satay (it's a type of thai food sauce thingey).

1 comment:

lovelysalome said...

You don't need to wait for him to poo. Just tell Mickie the situation. You and Lily could go over to visit when she's ready to give Thomas a bath. That way, too, Lily doesn't have some bizarre association between a little, tiny penis and lots of shit. :)