Like a Rolling Stone

It feels a little weird to be blogging. I mean, it has been exactly twenty-three days since I last posted something (not that I have been counting or anything). That is apparently long enough for the WordPress site to stop automatically logging me in, causing me to have to actually type in my username and password…which I almost couldn’t remember. It’s a good thing I am not entrusted with any classified information. I am pretty sure they don’t have a “remember me” box to check when logging into the nuclear launch codes. 

leftovers in refrigerator
Oh hey, Twitter. I forgot you were in here. / photo credit: IMG_6441 via photopin (license)

I guess I can chalk up my lack of blogging to taking to heart the idea that “life grows sideways.”* I have been rolling with the punches. And the punches just haven’t seemed to be landing on blogging lately…or Facebook…or Twitter. (Actually, the punches NEVER land on Twitter. My Twitter account is pretty much like those leftovers you know you should throw out, but you put them in Tupperware anyway because you just MIGHT find a use for them. Like you just MIGHT become one of those people who researches creative ways to reinvent leftovers into a brand new meal. But you never do. But you are also one of those people who is not so good at cleaning out your fridge, so the leftovers just sit somewhere in the back next to the jar of barley malt you bought last year because you needed one tablespoon of it to make homemade bagels, which of course you have never made since. Are you sensing why I am not so good at capping my thoughts to 140 characters?)

What I HAVE been rolling with is basketball practices; indoor soccer games; tumbling classes; birthday parties; First Communion meetings; Brownie meetings; overseeing the selling of Girl Scout cookies; making Walmart my unfortunate second home; powder puff derbies (well, just one of those); sporadic workout schedules; ice skating; school volunteering; randomly deciding to reorganize the kitchen on a Monday afternoon; realizing that a freshly reorganized kitchen “needs” some pops of color by way of new utensil, flour, sugar, and tea cannisters; “sacrificing” my time to scour Pier One and T.J. Maxx for said sources of pops of color…you know, typical mom stuff. Because typical mom stuff is how I roll. Just consider my theme song “Roll With It” by Steve Winwood. That’s right. Winwood. Hey, that brassy 80’s tune worked for my grade school soccer team. Get it?…roll with it…like a ball. Uh huh. We even had a little sideline dance. Take that David Beckham.

 

I have also found myself, as always, rolling with the hilarity and awkwardness provided by my children. Here are just a few noteworthy moments:

– My son can be rather creative in his dress-up play. He is fearless when it comes to making bold and daring choices. Some of you may remember this ensemble from a previous post:DSCF8800

He has also proven to be unfazed by gender stereotypes, following in the footsteps of young male actors during the time of Shakespeare and stepping into a female role…or the role of a robot monster who also happens to be wearing a dress:DSCF7799

And then just today, he designed this outfit for “Wacky Wednesday” at school:774274_10152446747505532_1366605929_o

But the real beauty of his fashion choices are in his interpretations of what the dressing-up transforms him into. Last week, Michael came up to me in just his skivvies and asked me to tie a piece of crepe paper around his neck. It ended up looking like a bow tie. Let me just reinforce that picture for you…skivvies and bow tie. He said he was being a sea monster, which came as a huge relief to me. Because my first guess was Magic Mike.

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“Hey, chickie. How ’bout you and me do a little egg fertilizing?” / photo credit: Cosmos and hen via photopin (license)

– Just before Christmas, I mentioned that Grace’s advancing age is bringing on all kinds of questions I am not ready to answer. I also mentioned that I was more comfortable answering her questions about sex than I was about Santa. Well, I may have spoken too soon on that one. The questions I was referring to in the previous post were ones she was asking about anatomy, mostly female. No problem. Last night, however, my husband and I got the “big one.” And it all started with hard-boiled eggs. At dinner, Grace was proudly recounting how she had learned to hard boil an egg. Which led to this:

Grace: “What exactly is the yellow part of the egg? (a bit fearful) Is it the baby chicken?”

Kurt: “No, because the eggs we eat aren’t fertilized. It only becomes a chick if the egg is fertilized.”

Grace: (satisfied, but only for a millisecond) “Oh. What does fertilized mean?”

Me: “You know how human babies are made from part of a mom and part of a dad? Well, it is the same with chickens. The eggs we eat only have the mom part, not the dad part.”

Grace: “But how does the dad part get to the mom part?”

Me: (hoping desperately that she is talking about chicken parents) “Uh, I am not exactly sure how the dad part gets into the egg…” (can you feel my uneasiness?)

Grace: “No, not the chickens. Like people. How does the dad get his part into the mom?”

Me: (DAMN YOU CHICKENS AND YOUR UNFERTILIZED EGGS!!!!! DAMN ME FOR BUYING REAL EGGS INSTEAD OF EGG BEATERS THIS WEEK!!!!  DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!!!!)

Kurt: (Eating tomato bisque, just ignoring the whole conversation by this point, mostly because he loves my tomato bisque, and our chatter was ruining the moment between him and his soup spoon. And now that I think of it, I am really annoyed at his timely love affair with tomato bisque when he was the one who brought up fertilizing in the first place. Stupid enginerd.)

Me: “Well, I would love to tell you about that, but it is kind of grown-up stuff, and the dinner table isn’t really the place to discuss it.”

Grace: “Why not? We’re just sitting here, eating and talking. The food doesn’t care.”

Me: “But Michael isn’t quite old enough to know about that kind of stuff yet.”

Michael: “I hate eggs. Chickens have eyeballs. I hate this soup.”

Me: “Um…well,…you know maybe we…(trails off into undefinable mumblings)…HEY! You,  little miss, have not told me ONE thing about how school was today!

Grace: “Oh, it was really good! Our class got our 100th marble today for doing good stuff so we are going to have a movie day with popcorn.”

Me: “Wow! I want to hear ALL about these marbles…fascinating…”

Roll with it, baby. Ain’t that right, Winwood?

* quoted from The American Gene by Michael Nesmith

11 Responses

  1. Firstly, LOVE your son’s bold outfit choices – what a cool individual hehe. Secondly, I think I would have gone with the bore her to death explanation of girl bits and dad bits. I probably would have bluffed my way through a giant talk about genes and dna just to throw my kid off the scent haha. Glad I have a way to go before I have to give THAT talk :)

    • Ha! Well, if we Americans used cool words like “bits” in reference to anatomy, I might be all over an explanation just so I could sound amazing. But I will get there. I just didn’t feel prepared. I mean, hopefully this will be the first she has ever heard of the actual sexual act. I gotta get it right. Know what I’m talking about. Not that I don’t know how to do it…I mean “it” not talking about “it” …but you know…so I don’t stumble through it like I am doing now. Blah. Luckily she has the attention span of an eye blink, and I was able to change the subject successfully. Now I just need to prepare myself for the next time we have hard-boiled eggs.

  2. There is help out there! You are fortunate you have children who are bringing these questions to their parents! Just think, these questions are coming from somewhere. Go, parents! You be the first ones to talk to your kids. A love relationship between a husband and wife who have become a dad and mom is the most beautiful one on earth. Feel priviledged to share it with your kids. Your day to day behavior toward each other is actually the best “talk” you can give them. The biology is just a lesson!

    • Very true. It’s funny you say that about day to day behavior (well, not funny, just coincidental) because at our parent meeting about First Communion this past week, Father talked about parents’ job in faith formation. He reminded us that most of what kids learn about their faith is by way of osmosis, from taking in what they see. So that is MOSTLY a relief (thought I guess I need to watch what I am feeding to that osmosis process!). And I’m not so worried about the biology part…I know honesty is the best policy. It just caught me off guard, and I usually like to be over-prepared for stuff. In regards to what happened, Kurt said, “Yeah, we kind of screwed that one up royally.” But I have a feeling we can recover okay. Deep breaths, right?

  3. I kept smiling as I read this after having raised four kids to adulthood.How I remember the days when I wondered if I gave too much information or not enough.Good luck.

  4. Anne Blind

    Uncle Mike says to tell her when the egg gets fertilized it is called a zygote! That’ll throw her… He may not be an enginerd but he is a biology nerd!

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