tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28752007323799512342024-03-13T19:09:05.157-07:00AJ-isms and other snippets of wisdomAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-23404387533457008352014-11-26T10:09:00.001-08:002014-11-26T10:09:51.243-08:00Santa<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Well. Today AJ approached me as I was cooking her oatmeal and asked me if Santa was real or if it's really just the parents buying and wrapping up the gifts.</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We didn't start out with Santa. I felt no need to do so in order to keep the magic of Christmas. But when AJ was 4, she met the Santa at Alpenrose Dairy and insisted he was real. I figured if she wanted to believe, who was I to destroy that for her. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But it was all short lived. She took it very well, but I suppose if you've only spent two years believing it's not really as big a let down. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She has been asked to keep the magic alive for other children. </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-24994666614089299392014-11-09T10:22:00.000-08:002014-11-09T11:02:07.410-08:00What do you believe in?One day AJ and I were waiting at the bus stop when a Jehovah Witness approached us and asked if I wanted reading material for the bus. I politely declined and she went on her way.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-45126923916532869192014-07-30T10:40:00.001-07:002014-11-09T11:01:45.008-08:00Not asleep!We have a new deal. AJ gets to stay up and read if she wants. I no longer feign control over when she actually falls asleep. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-7437702612567436452014-05-02T20:24:00.001-07:002014-11-09T10:34:47.973-08:00GhostbustersAJ: mom? <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-76191609732812066342014-01-17T20:27:00.000-08:002014-11-09T10:29:42.811-08:00The TalkIts been awhile since I last updated this blog. I find it kind of hilarious that I'd come back with THIS story, but well this is a story a parent should never forget.<br />
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So yesterday afternoon, AJ told me she didn't understand how babies got into a woman's womb. I read somewhere that you should answer the question actually asked and not assume bigger questions, so I simply told her that the man puts a seed in the woman which fertilizes her egg. She said okay so I thought I was good.<br />
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Tonight after asking me a string of mundane questions in an attempt to stall bedtime, she sprung the BIG question on me.<br />
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AJ: So uhm...Mom, I don't understand. How does the man get the seed into the woman?<br />
Me: <i>*Thinking to myself...oh shit.*</i> Well, what do you mean?<br />
AJ: I don't understand! How does it get in the woman?<br />
Me: Okay, so uhm...they do this uhm...adult activity <i>*crap, crap, crap*</i> that uhm...puts the seed there. Time for bed!<br />
AJ: What activity?<br />
Me: <i>*Shiiiitt...*</i> Well, honey, its called sex. And its for adults. And well...that's how the sperm, uhmm...so that's what the seed is actually called, so that's how the sperm gets in the woman.<br />
AJ: <i>*Raises her eyebrow at me.*</i> Uh-huh, HOW does it get in the woman? <br />
Me: <i>*Sigh*</i> Fine. So you know what a penis is, right?<br />
AJ: Yuh-aaaa...its what a man pees through! <br />
Me: Right. So sperm comes out of there too. And the man putshispenisintothewoman'svagina and that's how the sperm gets there.<br />
AJ: <i>*making a face*</i> Ewwww...<br />
Me: Well, yeah, I can see why a five year old might think that sounds gross. Okay, time for bed, pleeease...<br />
AJ: So, how does this happen through the clothes?<br />
Me: They're aren't usually wearing clothes or at least not much.<br />
AJ: Okay, I still don't understand.<br />
Me: What do you mean? What don't you understand? <i>*Go to sleep, go to sleep, please, go to sleep...*</i><br />
AJ: How does the penis get into the vagina?<br />
Me: <i>*Seriously, do I have to draw a diagram!!*</i> Well, AJ, I'm not sure I get the question, he just puts it in...<br />
AJ: But MOM, the penis...its WOBBLY!<br />
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Me: Uhm...so sex. Yeah, its not just for making babies. Which is why some folks use protection to make sure they don't get pregnant or get someone pregnant. So, when the man is excited, his penis isn't wobbly. It's hard uhm...like a stick. <i>*crap, did I just really say that?*</i><br />
AJ: Like a stick?! <i> *squeals of laughter*</i> So you and dad did this?<br />
Me: <i>*of course, you'd ask me THAT.*</i> Yes.<br />
AJ: <i>*holding up her hand and pointing the finger of her other hand at it*</i> I bet that's how puppies are made too.<br />
Me: Yup.<br />
AJ: <i>*whispering*</i> You know, I might have sex when I'm older.<br />
Me: Yup, I am sure you will.<br />
AJ: With a man?<br />
Me: Well, uhm, I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. So the sex I was talking about was between a man and woman, but that's because you asked me about how babies are made. A woman and woman can have sex. So can a man and man. They just can't make a baby. I mean they can have a baby, you know, they can adopt or if its women they can have the doctor help them put sperm into one of the women and if its men they can ask a woman to carry the baby for them. Does that make sense?<br />
AJ: Yeah, you know, I might not want to have a baby.<br />
Me: That's okay. You don't have to have one. Uhm...can we please go to bed? Have I answered your questions?<br />
AJ: Well...<br />
Me: You can always ask me questions tomorrow or another day if you want. But its late, AJ. I'm tired. Oh and uhm...you know I think its great that you felt safe enough to ask me these questions but you probably shouldn't talk to your friends about it. You know, I'm sure their parents would like to be the first person they talk to about it and all. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-5750369692155845852013-11-17T23:26:00.000-08:002014-11-09T10:30:57.324-08:00Bubble, Bubble, Toil and TroubleI'm not sure where this came from but suddenly AJ is extremely interested in witches. She had me cut her hair the other day according to her specifications. Apparently the new do is her new witch hairstyle. <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She also wants a broom like something fierce. I actually did get her one from the Spring Creek Store in the Portland Waldorf School, but I forgot it in Cady's car so it'll have to be a later surprise. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was feeling really chatty when I bought it too. The conversation went something like:</span><br />
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Me: hhhm-mmm... This isn't for me. Its for my 5 year old daughter. She's a witch.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-88678142329249625302013-11-07T21:52:00.001-08:002014-11-09T10:32:36.888-08:00Just another studentGrandma Shellie is on a much needed vacation in Florida, which means that she obviously can't watch AJ while I teach. Tuesday Cady watched her since I had a professional meeting afterwards but today I had her accompany me to class. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-38492918387909953392013-11-03T11:35:00.001-08:002013-11-03T11:36:54.389-08:00Warrior hamsters<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-av789gadi2s/UnalDbvY3gI/AAAAAAAAjsk/WRWySIESrHw/s640/blogger-image-1050993774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-av789gadi2s/UnalDbvY3gI/AAAAAAAAjsk/WRWySIESrHw/s640/blogger-image-1050993774.jpg"></font></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Frosting Cup and Butter Cup of the infamous warrior hamster family take down a tiger. Butter uses the element of braveness and Frosting uses the element of calmness.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Please note that no tigers were hurt in the making of this photo. Mrs. Halika, the tiger, is actually a good friend of the Cups. The photo was staged to illustrate the fierce siblings fighting technique and skills. Mrs. Halika in fact normally accompanies the Cup siblings on their fighting excursions, where she helps remove the eyes and noses of their enemies. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No word yet on what the Cup family does with all those eyes and noses.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16079717242472736412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875200732379951234.post-40356389782549376872013-10-27T15:35:00.000-07:002014-11-09T10:33:35.859-08:00Snake girlOut of nowhere today AJ announced she wants a snake skin dress.<br />
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She set out her paper and markers to design it. When she was done, it was no longer just a snake skin dress, but a whole outfit complete with snake skin pants and mask. So apparently, after I am done making her Zita the Spacegirl and Kiki (from Kiki's Delivery Service) costumes, I need to add this to the queue. I can only imagine what this snake skin costume is going to cost me.<br />
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