What to call it

So here goes. Seph told me to share this story.

I have a problem. I have 2 boys and I have never had any trouble deciding what to call their private parts. We call it what it is. They have a penis, pure and simple. Testicles as well was not a difficult word choice but here is where the problem comes in. Now I have a 2 year old girl. You see there are so many parts involved in the whole and I really am not comfortable with any of the names. The vulva is the outside, the vagina is the inside, the labia are also out side. It is not her butt. I grew up with front bottom and back bottom. That is not right either. I mean most people tell girls that it is their vagina. I hate that word. Hoo Hoo, Va Jay Jay, coochy, and Twat are all so silly or vile. What the heck should we call it?

I was having this conversation with a friend of mine a couple of years ago and she told me that her daughter called it her Fine China. I can just hear it now, "Get your hands off my Fine China." You have to be really picky about who you let touch your fine china. Well that is very funny but I really don't want her to have a silly name for it either.

Well, a couple of days ago Abby was getting into the bath and pointed at it and called it her booty. I told her it was not her booty. She insisted it was. I told her it was her vagina. I only said it once and put her in the bath. Next thing I know she is walking around the house telling people her kine kine hurts. I made her say it several times till I figured out what she meant. I still HATE the V word. I guess I have to live with it.

Just checking in

All is well at our house. School is out for the summer. At least it is for me. The kids have another week. I took my last test and missed an A by less than one persentage point. It killed me but I had to let it go. If I took the time to really study as I should, I am sure I could have secured an A. I am still running on my poor study habits I learned in high school. I really shouldn't tell people this. I am after all going to school to be a nurse and that would probably freak them out. Oh Well.
Kids are doing great and even though DH left 2 weeks ago, I have not completely lost my mind. I have not yet had a 30 minute screaming jag where I threaten to throw out every toy in the house and inform the kids how terrible they are. I was not very stable last year when my husband left for 3 months. I could have gotten the bad mommy award on several occasions. This year I have a much better additude.
I had a wonderful Mother's Day. I was a bit sad that DH was not going to be there to remind the kids to be good and to take me out for lunch. I was very suprised when my 10 year old asked where I wanted to go for lunch and that he was paying. He did pay. We went to Applebees. It was not as much as he had expected because we happened to have a $25 gift card but still it was the sweetest gift to date. The baby on the other hand gave me a different gift altogether. I had gotten her ready for church in the morning and was in the process of getting myself showered when I found her behind the door in my bathroom. She was doing her makeup. She said, "I look beauful. I di my makeup." This required a different dress and she got in the shower with me. My first instinct was not to yell. It was to run for the camera. I have to have a picture of this. I laughed all morning. If you are wondering if you should give a 2 year old charcoal grey eye shadow, don't.

Nynee

This picture is of me and Nynee when I was 8.

When I was eight years old my grandmother took me on a road trip from Florida to Iowa. I had never been away from my mom and dad so this was a really grand adventure. There has always been an interesting dynamic in out family. Nynee (grandma) would visit often. I am know it was hard for my mom. You see Nynee showed her love by caring for people. She cleaned, painted, and mended things. I know my mom felt like she was very critical and maybe she was. Nynee is my dad's mom. Nynee also took us to the beach and played with us. On my visit to Iowa, I remember taking long walks and even longer trips into our imagination. I have some mixed feelings about that summer. I left a skinny kid and returned with a weight issue I have yet to escape. For with Nynee, food was comfort and food was love. With everything said and done, I would not change a thing.
My grandmother was an amzing and often manipulative woman. Until just a few years ago I never realized what a fantastic sense of humor she had and how interesting her life had been. I am sure this is sounding a bit scattered but stick with me. You see, on Sunday my grandmother had a severe stroke. She is 92 years old. I know that she is dying. I am ready for it and I know that she is as well, but I am very sad that I cannot be there. I would like to see her one more time. I know it won't change anything. It makes me very sad.

The baby is Delanie and I am the little blond.


This is a sweet moment Nynee had with Abigail.