Mr. A is working hella crazy hours. This leaves me (wo)manning the ship.
It occurs to me that it is nearly impossible to slack at the job of parenting as much as I slacked at every paid job I have ever had. I am wondering if I would have had a much more impressive career if my bosses were all babies and preschoolers.
It is something to ponder.
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The other days at the my little ponies debacle, I sat in the seat where Mr. A had previously been sitting.
“Don’t sit there! That is Mr. A’s seat!” one of M’s little friends said.
“Oh, my mommy’s the boss of HIM.” said M, “She can sit where ever she wants.”
That’s my girl. At least, she is willing to acknowledge am the boss of SOMEONE, even if she ignores or argues with everything I tell/ask/demand of her.
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My brain is trying to force me to write some meatier posts about this post-adoption stuff, but my conscience won’t let me concentrate until I finish writing thank you note for all of L’s new-baby presents.
It may be a very long time before we see a meaty post around here.
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Conversation overhead by my friend Peg while on the phone with me the other day:
M: Mommy! I need you to come read It’s Not the Stork!
Me: Have daddy do it! I am on the phone!
M: Daddy doesn’t know which page we are on!
Me: Tell Daddy we just finished the penises. I think you need to start reading about the vulvas and vaginas next.
Mr. A: God, I hate that book.
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Along those same lines, another conversation we had today:
M: Mommy, Angie said her mommy said that babies come when God puts the baby in the mommy’s belly.
Me: Oh really? Do you remember what we read in It’s Not the Stork.
M: Yes. That penises go in vaginas and the egg and sperm make a baby.
Me: Yes. The egg and sperm make a baby.
M: Maybe you should call Angie’s mommy and tell her what the book says.
LOL
I’m off to Amazon to pick up a book. I can’t wait until DH has to read it out loud to our girls.
OMG. You’ve got some DAMN funny stories, ma’am. Yes you do.
man, and I try always to come up with 2 versions (just in case) when c. asked for the things:
“Mummy, who were the first people?”
“Well, some people think it was Adam and some people think there were apes that got really smart!”
just imagine the flip side of tha conversation, in a week at Angie’s house: “M’s mom says the penis goes into the vagina and the egg and the sperm make the baby”…. I’d pay to see the look on angie’s Mom’s face!
But in reality, many bosses are babies and little children!
Out of the mouths of babes, tho!
I was the kid in kindergarten that told everyone else where babies came from. My parents, needless to say, were not always popular with the other parents when the kids came home tell their parents about penises and vaginas and eggs and sperm. Oh well, I’ve never had a problem saying penis or vagina and it STILL gets nervous titters when I use them with adult company sometimes. Their loss.
I second J’s comments….that’s what I work for at the moment
oh my goodness. i’m sooo not looking forward to this stage. i’m thinking mr j can handle all that with our son. he’s only 9 months old at the moment, but they sure do grow up fast.
btw, i’m a new reader of your blog and find it very interesting.
My mother always used appropriate terminology to refer to body parts so that is what I did w/ my kid (who is now
but boy-oh-boy has this caused a commotion sometimes. She would freely use the words vulva, vagina, uterus, penis, etc., around others and everyone would turn to stare at me..oh well…like Jen said “their loss.” I don’t want my daughter growing up thinking there is anything wrong or dirty or unworthy of discussion when it comes to her body parts.
I did have to tell my kid that “other” parents told their kids other versions/names and that she shouldn’t “impose” ours on them…had to do it when I overheard her say to another little girl in a very haughty, annoyed voice “It is NOT the tummy…it’s the UUUUUTERUS” after the little girl kept referring to the baby growing in her mom’s tummy!
My boss definitely needs to be managed like a child. And one of the BIG perks of going back to work for me has been the ability to slack off (i.e. surf the net, comment on blogs, etc.). It rules! And now that he’s the one at home, my husband gets to spend the summer learning what real work is…
I keep trying to teach Li “uterus” but M freaks out every time I say it. I need to get a copy of that book. And make M read it. Multiple times.
Oh, that’s great!! The statement about you being the boss is the best!! I want to get that book right now, thanks for the recommendation
Yeah, these little “bosses” of ours are certainly the hardest ones ever!
Some of you bosses were babies and preschoolers. You just like and respect M and L more. M and L are also more straightforward.
I want any easy recipes that actually work and do not require proximity to TJs hand delivered next month.
I can’t wait until Peaceful is able to discuss penises.
Very much liked this post! I’m glad I have a little time and energy to read fave blogs again… at least for today.
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