Sunday 26 February 2017

Kids and sex



The other day I overheard Lucca and Leo talking in the bath. Not sure how they got on the topic but I heard Lucca say to Leo “ you don’t want to lose your tottie, you need it if you want to get married, have children and for sex”  Curious as to where he picked it up I was dying to ask, but instead I just let it slide. 

On a previous time he was playing in the bath with Leo and told Leo to pour water over his penis as it feels better than x-e-x. I’m like “what did you just say” Lucca: “ pouring water on your tottie is beter than x-e-x” I’m quite dumbfounded and almost want to say it’s not x-e-x but s-e-x then I stop myself and think no – he obviously heard this from a friend at school and just now tomorrow he runs off to school and tells all his friends my mommy says it S-E-X. So I just stay calm and say yes it does.

Lucca must have a few friends at school with older brothers and sisters as he has come home from school with the most random stuff, that I thought would only happen later (not in first grade) 

First the one night after the bath he stands by the fireplace and starts thrusting his hips. When I ask him what are you doing – he says he is sexting the fireplace. I say that’s cool but just be sure you don’t burn your tottie and sexting is better kept for the bedroom. Then a few days later he is standing behind Leo in the kitchen, holds onto his shoulders and starts thrusting from behind. I ask what are you doing. He says he is showing Leo what humping is. I say cool , but humping is something grown-ups do. So he says but you and daddy never do it, I said yes we do, we just do it in the privacy of our bedroom.

I don’t want them to grow up with an unhealthy relationship with sex. I want them to know its natural, pleasurable and they can follow up on their urges as long as it is in private and consentual, when the time comes. 

Kids are curious and you must satisfy their curiosity or they may go look for answers elsewhere. 
But how much do you tell them and when is the question. Something all parents wonder about. The tips I've picked up that make the most sense are: Follow your gut and only answer the question they are asking. Don’t elaborate unnecessarily. 

Good luck !

Bath time



It’s been ages since I took a bath with the kids. Reason being I like a really hot bath, and they don’t, plus they are getting bigger so space is becoming an issue, and finally when I do get in the bath I want to submerge to my chin, not sit in a puddle of water.

But the other day I got a bee in my bonnet and hopped in the bath with Leo. Then Lucca decided to join, we were having fun, albeit feeling a little squished, when all of a sudden Leo says mommy there’s poefie…. Yip my kid took a dump while I was in the bath with him….. yet one more reason to stay on the outside.

Must have been a sight for hubby… the three of us standing tippie toe in the bath trying to catch stray poefie while draining the water so we could start all over again. Luckily it was not mid-winter or we’d be shivering our bits off too.

So after the poo escapade we run some more water and carried on bathing.

Leo has already gotten out of the bath; Lucca is still lying next to me and wants to touch my boobs, so I say “Please don’t play with my boobies”. Leo standing next to the bath says “I want to play with your boobies” I say “No, only Daddy can play with my boobies.” Leo says “Okay” and heads off to the lounge to call his dad. I hear him saying “Come Daddy you may play with mommy’s boobies.” Bless his heart.

( not sure when I wrote this, think 2014 - when we were still in our Waterbosch house)

Power of words



In my world, at this point, there are no words sweeter or more powerful than “Mommee do you want to cuddle?” from my 5 year old or “Mommee. I love you” from my 3 year old.

They contain the power to melt my heart, wash away all negative emotions, while turbo boosting me with a flood of positive energy.

So simple, so honest, so pure, so perfect.

Thank you!

( also must have written this in 2014)

Bad mother vs good mother



Leo wakes up at 5:30 wanting to go to the loo. I mumble something about having a nappy on, so it’s fine, just make a wee. But he insists. After a restless night and way too little sleep the last thing I feel like doing is getting up, if I don’t really have to, I mean he has a nappy on… but he is in the process of potty training and slowly starting to get the feeling of when he needs to go, running to the loo shouting “Come quick. Weewee is coming out” So the good mother on my left shoulder flicks the bad mother on the right saying get your lazy ass up out of bed and take your son to the loo.

So that’s what I do, and he is sooo proud of himself.

Then a few minutes later, he gives me this funny look of indignation, lifting his arms in that questioning-type shrug “I need to weewee again ?” 

Too funny for words.

(Not  sure when I actually wrote this - probably sometime in 2013. )