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That's hysterical on its own, but it would have been even better if you just always referred to them as "nards". The word "nards" like "dink" is just absurdly funny to me on its own.

Nexa

I've learned that the best way to handle things is to literally answer the questions they ask. No more, no less. If they want further information, trust me, they will ask, so long as you have that type of relationship where they feel comfortable in asking. Xavier hasnt brought up gay/bi/transgender/etc lifestyles and what that entails yet, but I know it will come up in the future. I've got no issue on them and will answer him in the same way I answer the basics.

If you did read the blog I linked, I'm not kidding when I say the questions will start popping up young. And it is a good way to practice getting over the shock before it really matters. But its good to get used to answering them without stammering or laughing your *** off in their face for when it really matters. I always excuse myself afterward and laugh into my pillow until I have a handle on myself.

Nope.

Surprisingly, he doesn't have nearly as much interest in running around naked as most kids I've known, but lately he's really been resisting diaper changes, in large part due to the fact that he's very interested in his *****. I'm HOPING I can leverage this into toilet-learning in the not-so-distant future. "You know, once you start peeing in the potty, we won't need to put ***** in the diaper anymore." Unfortunately by that time, his interest will likely have passed.

I'm scared to death of the questions he's going to ask me when he's older, if he's already asking these now at 7

Your seven year old didn't know what his ********* were? I'm sure he's lovely, but I'm trying to picture Hannah not knowing what labia were at 7...nope, got nothin. Maybe at 3...nope, still nothin.

I had to explain to Charmaine why I use tampons on a monthly basis. And I wanted to die laughing from some of the questions that she made:

"Mommy, why does your kiki bleed?"

"Because once a month, Mommy is able to make a baby with the egg I have, but when that time goes by, my body has to make room for the new egg that is going to come."

"Does the egg have a shell like a chicken's?"

"Kind of, it has a lining that the sperm has to get through so it can get fertilized to start a baby."

"The sperm is from Daddy, right?"

"Yup. Remember, those are the tadpole-looking thingies that comes from Daddy's peepee."

"So, how does a frog and a chicken make a baby?"

Then the mental leap back to my period:

"So where does the blood actually come from?"

"Well, you have your butt hole where the poo goes out, then you have your pee pee hole where the pee comes out of and then you have another hole where the blood comes from."

"Well, which hole does the baby come from?"

"The one where the blood comes out of."

"I HAVE 3 HOLES!!!???"

"Yes."

"But how does a baby come out of a hole that small???"

"Well, your body changes when you have a baby in your belly and the hole gets big enough so a baby can come out of that."

"I bet it's easier to go poo."

"Yes, yes it is."

I've already got the past convos and this one, copied and saved in my documents file. I plan on making a binder or some sort of book with photos and giving it to him and his wife when he gets married or something.

Geez, what are you withholding as leverage against getting sent to the old folks home?

You had VCRs as a toddler?


Child.

VCRs were definitely around in the early 80s, both Betamax and VHS.

On the mailing list associated with the birth center I went to, some of the women have gotten pretty creative with their excess freezer stash when they either get too much or some of the milk is getting close to being too old for storage (6 months is supposed to be the limit in deep freeze.) I've seen discussion of breastmilk ice cream, butter and yogurt, and iirc there was a hypothetical discussion about making cheese, but to my knowledge no one ever tried it.

Alas, I never had the excess freezer stash to attempt it.

rofl