Let's talk (with kids!) about sex

In a dreaded undertone, a mom friend admitted, "My 6 year old daughter asked me about 'humping' and now I think we have to have the talk." Another mom turned red at the thought.  Others looked at the ground, embarrassed and full of empathy.  The mom who brought it up looked like she would rather do just about anything else.  Oh dear.

Let me just stand right up and be the weird one (again):  My friends, at one point or another in your parenting, you are going to have to have the talk.  It doesn't have to be uncomfortable or even particularly embarrassing.  In fact, the sooner the better, I say (of course, saying that out loud guarantees the other moms will--and do--look at me like I'm crazy)!

Here's another fact that makes all the other moms stare at me in disbelief: we had the talk with our older daughter when she wasn't yet 5 years old*.  What were we thinking?!  Well, quite a few of my friends were pregnant at that time, and she kept asking how babies get in the tummies.  Rather than fluff around with words I might have to eat later, I went for it and just explained it...or rather, I let a book explain it.

Whether this topic is uncomfortable for you or maybe you just don't know how much to share with a young child, I highly recommend buying a copy of "Where Did I Come From?": The facts of life without any nonsense and with illustrations by Peter Mayle.



True to its title, this book does not bother with nonsense.  The illustrations are a bit funny, which can help break the tension.  That being said, the illustrations do picture two naked adults to show how (and tell why) male and female bodies are different, and they even show two naked adults in bed having good times.  And yes, just to make you blush, the book acknowledges that love-making is indeed good times.  It even explains an orgasm (how else do those sperm get going?).



This is a book about where babies come from, and it runs from conception to birth.  While it isn't only about sex (it starts with that because that is where babies start), I focused my description on that part of the book because this is a subject adults find difficult to discuss with children.  As you can see from the text in the photo above, this book lays it all out.  It might make grown adults blush, but kids, at least in my experience, not so much.  For a child, this is simply a book with funny pictures that gives interesting, factual information about a curious subject.

If you are really worried about the sex talk, this book might make you squirm, but it will give you a great place to start.  Read it with your child. Any questions might come up naturally as you read or perhaps later.  When they do, at least all the bases are covered.

For those of you who aren't so inclined to have the talk (now or ever), experts will tell you that kids are exposed to sexuality much earlier than you would hope...and you should keep in mind that a child's mind is like a sponge.  Any information (or misinformation) they hear will soak right up.  If they hear it from others, information you provide afterwards will only fill in the space that is left.  What makes the biggest impression is what they hear first, so don't you want that to be correct information from you?

Okay.  I'm done now.  Go have a glass of water, and allow your cheeks to return to their normal colour.    We don't have to talk about this again until puberty (luckily, there is a book about that too!).

*For those of you who are curious, I doubt anything substantial from our first sex talks with our daughter really sunk in.  She was interested at the time and wanted to read the book again and again (which we did).  There were a few awkward weeks when she was happy to factually point out that the pregnant lady's husband has a penis, etc., but then it passed, as have so many other topics of keen interest in her life thus far.  She is 7 now, and I know we need to have the talk again sometime soon, given that she is better prepared to understand it.  However, the topic has been broached and it was fully okay to discuss with us; that's the most important point I wanted her to take away.

Fun with frosting

This weekend, I baked an excessively complex recipe for double chocolate cupcakes (from the Miette cookbook).  You know the kind of recipe that requires you to separately prepare ingredients into 5 bowls and gradually add bits of each into the running KitchenAid (and don't even dare attempt it without a KitchenAid, lest ye be deemed unworthy)?  I had to know what all the fuss was about.  Well, it turns out that recipe is pretty darned fantastic (alas!).  The batter was like chocolate pudding, and the cupcakes...de-lish!

When you have such fabulous cupcakes as these, the frosting is not overly important (not that kids believe this).  I just made up a basic American buttercream (butter and powdered sugar) and piped it on top.  Of course, I couldn't leave well enough alone.  I dripped 3 different colours of liquid food colouring down different sides of the piping bag before filling it with the frosting.

 

The result, when swirled, was fairly weird, but it looked awesome when just piped into stars.



Wouldn't you know the kids sulk about having to eat the plain white ones I made first?  Don't make that mistake at home.

Glassblowing date

Planning gifts for Hubby is often a challenge, because he is simply not a stuff guy.  He likes experiences.  I wracked my brain trying to come up with the best idea for his birthday this year until I remembered a mom friend at school saying she had taken her kids to a glassblowing studio at Christmas to make ornaments.  I contacted Gallery G Glass in Pittsburgh, and Gary offers a "date night" for two, which includes a private session in the studio making paperweights, ornaments and drinking glasses in the colours of your choice.  So fun!







Gary and his wife Erica are awesome!  The studio is closed on Sunday, but they let us come in anyway since that was the only day we could do it.  We had such great fun!  Once our projects are cool enough, I'll go pick them up and we will have three objects each to keep and use.  I love the thought of sipping cool drinks from these glasses we made ourselves (yes, with a lot of help, but still), remembering this birthday and the fantastic date we enjoyed in Pittsburgh.

Winter weather

Another winter storm.
Another day of snow.
Another afternoon of scraping the driveway.
Thankfully, it was pure powder.  Clearing the driveway was pretty easy, and it gave me time in the fresh air to appreciate the upturn from the Arctic temperatures we were having the past few days to the more normal freezing temps.  No one warned me that winter in Pennsylvania would be preparation for Canada!

But.



On the beautiful winter days (like today), I can appreciate this gift, this season that will make me appreciate the spring all the more when it arrives.
The gently falling flakes of snow.
The sun that comes out after a day of grey and lights up the world a dazzling bright.
I plopped down and made a snow angel in the front yard, just for the joy of it.
I took the time to fill the bird feeders.  The birds seem so grateful, having singing parties as they enjoy the feast.  Dressed in red, our resident cardinal pair invited three friends to join, and then we spotted an extra flash when the woodpecker arrived to take his share.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend!

How I roll

Friends, please allow me to introduce to you my beloved bicycle.

 

I roll on a Dutch omafiets (that's Dutch for "grandma bicycle").  I used to roll a mama bike (moederfiets) which had extra-long wrap-around handlebars to accommodate a baby seat up front, but we outgrew that one.  Now, up front I have The Largest Bike Basket Known To Man, which I love.  I  can fit three big bags of groceries in there or, more typically, my daughter's backpack and all our assorted paraphernalia (rain pants, ponchos, water bottle, etc.).  We cycle to school nearly every day.

Yes, in the freezing cold.
Yes, even in the snow, as long as the roads are clear of ice and slush.
No, you aren't the first person to question my sanity.

We only live a mile or so from her school, so it seems obvious to us to cycle.  In fact, walkability and cycle-bility (my own word) was one of the big reasons we chose this town when we moved to Pittsburgh.  We prefer fresh air to the car.  And you know what?  My daughters love it!  There were a few times when the weather first turned cold when my big girl asked for the car, but now she prefers the bike as much as I do.  She cycles her own (without training wheels!) and my little one rides on the back seat of mine (it's a Dutch bobike seat that can hold a kid up to 75 pounds).

I love my bike.
It makes me happy.
It's how I roll.

Observation

After a long, lazy morning of light, gently drifting snowflakes, the snow suddenly intensified to this:



Then, after an hour or two, the intensity eased and gave way to this:



So we could observe this:



As I put the kids to work* like this:



And speaking of kids:



Remember my obsession with the elf hats?  How cute are these girls?!  Look at this and tell me you wouldn't have been obsessed too.

*Actually, the kidlets grabbed hold of the shovels themselves. They pushed great swaths of snow into the street, leaving the driveway with very interesting designs, before they moved on to playtime, guaranteeing that I would follow behind them with driveway/sidewalk shoveling and then salting, making me look very good and on-top-of-things when our friend's daddy came to collect her an hour later.

Glitter in progress

With the Muses parade less than a month away, I am woefully behind on glittering shoes (as in, I hadn't started yet!).  I was starting to have bad dreams in which I showed up late for the parade, without my costume, without any glittered shoes, on the wrong day...trauma!

What am I talking about?  The Krewe of Muses, a New Orleans Mardi Gras krewe (club) with the most popular parade for several years running!  The first part of this blog name is "a muse", because I am a member of the Krewe of Muses, made up of the most fabulous, diverse group of women in New Orleans and elsewhere.

 

I joined Muses when we lived in New Orleans and experienced my first parade as a rider the following year after Katrina (2007).  That's me in the photo, looking ecstatic (because I was!).    When I signed up, I thought it would be a bucket list experience, riding in a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade.  Who gets to do that?!  I had no idea how amazing it would be, how much positive energy and thrilling excitement radiates from the crowds, or how wonderfully funny and supportive would be the women on my float.  They have stuck with me through four international moves, sending me a very heavy and expensive care package with all the goodies to make red beans and rice and other treats while I was in Holland, holding my spot without reservation despite the fact that our float itself has a waiting list because so many women want to ride with them.  I flew from Australia to ride with them again last year, and it was even more incredible that I had remembered. Now that I'm back in the States, I could not miss the opportunity to be an official rider again.  The parade rolls on February 7.  I'll be up top on float #18 on the driver's side, so make a big sign and hold it up for me so I can throw you something good!



So, what's this about glitter?  Aside from all the plastic beads and toys and assorted whatnots we throw to the crowds, the most highly prized score from the Muses parade is a glittered high heeled shoe.  We can't throw them for obvious reasons, so parade goers who score a shoe are usually handed one directly and feel very chosen.  It's funny (and wonderful!) how much sheer joy is associated with getting a shoe from the parade.  But of course, before they can be given, they have to be made.  That's where this post comes in.



Last night, I had two girlfriends over for wine, cheese, chocolate and glitter!  I had purchased and collected (thanks, Grandmary!) simple pairs of high heels in good condition from thrift stores (I've never paid more than $5 for a pair).  We spray-painted them gold or silver, and then the glueing and glittering could begin.



Now I have glitter all over myself and my house, even in my refrigerator.  I've given it a good clean, but I think it's a lost cause, at least until Mardi Gras is over.  Keep calm and glitter on!