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Posted by Slowplum
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5/12/2006 07:14:00 AM
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
So C keeps singing this song except she muddles the lyrics, the only thing she hears clearly is "I don't wanna be a stupid girl". She asked me what the song was about and I told her it was about being yourself and not trying to be like all those famous people you see on tv and in the papers and magazines. She asked me if those girls really were stupid. I said most of them aren't, they just sometimes make really stupid choices.
Anyway. C's first communion went off very well, she was the only girl in a white dress & tiara though but that didn't bother her in the least, it made her feel even more like a princess to stand out among the other kids receiving it. We sat in the front row (curse of showing up early, she insisted on sitting there) and everyone who passed by remarked on how pretty she looked. Even the Deacon mentioned it and she was just gushing. She also totally bragged to K about how she gets to "eat Jesus" now and he doesn't. It was all I could do not to fall off my chair.
C's friend Z gets hers this Sunday. C really wants to go see her, but I really want to be able to sleep in on the only day that I can do it without feeling guilty about it. Hammer says I'm not beholden to it and I realize that but I'd also like to see Z, she's wearing traditional gear & C would feel better knowing she wasn't the only kid in her school to do it "the right way", as it's been so bluntly put to me.
Next week C turns 8. I cannot believe it and keep pinching myself and wondering where the time went. Her babyhood was a blur of diapers, midnight feedings, gurgling and drool, but I remember it still.
She and I had our little "facts of life" talk earlier than anticipated. Saturday afternoon an impromptu chat was initiated and I got out the books and showed her diagrams about what would be happening biologically, and then explained what could also be happening emotionally/mentally. She took it all in stride, asked questions and I answered them honestly and simply. Some were more complicated (Ok but really, how does the baby get in there?) some easier (So I won't get a baby from kissing a boy, right? Just that other way that only grown-ups do?), but in any case, it's opened the door for her and she knows she is safe to ask me questions and I'm not going to judge her or laugh at her about it. This sounds like I'm making a really big deal about it, but if you knew half of how I ended up learning about this crap (certainly not from my parents) and what kind of relationship I had with my own mother, maybe it would make more sense.
Both kids woke up at six and were kind enough to wait until 6:15 to wake me up too. Considering I've slept like hell all week it's a wonder I'm not crazy now. Been invited out this evening by some friends for a pre-mother's day drink but since SO's on afternoons it's really going to depend on whether or not I can get someone to watch the rugrats. I'm hoping yes. I haven't been out without some family member in tow in too long.
Off to toss together some sort of semblance of a lunch for the kids and make sure the meatballs I'm bringing in to work are ready. (It's a "food day", two of our senior officers are leaving. One is leaving on a 1 year contract within another department, the other is leaving for two months on paternity leave as his wife has to go back to work earlier than expected).
What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
So C keeps singing this song except she muddles the lyrics, the only thing she hears clearly is "I don't wanna be a stupid girl". She asked me what the song was about and I told her it was about being yourself and not trying to be like all those famous people you see on tv and in the papers and magazines. She asked me if those girls really were stupid. I said most of them aren't, they just sometimes make really stupid choices.
Anyway. C's first communion went off very well, she was the only girl in a white dress & tiara though but that didn't bother her in the least, it made her feel even more like a princess to stand out among the other kids receiving it. We sat in the front row (curse of showing up early, she insisted on sitting there) and everyone who passed by remarked on how pretty she looked. Even the Deacon mentioned it and she was just gushing. She also totally bragged to K about how she gets to "eat Jesus" now and he doesn't. It was all I could do not to fall off my chair.
C's friend Z gets hers this Sunday. C really wants to go see her, but I really want to be able to sleep in on the only day that I can do it without feeling guilty about it. Hammer says I'm not beholden to it and I realize that but I'd also like to see Z, she's wearing traditional gear & C would feel better knowing she wasn't the only kid in her school to do it "the right way", as it's been so bluntly put to me.
Next week C turns 8. I cannot believe it and keep pinching myself and wondering where the time went. Her babyhood was a blur of diapers, midnight feedings, gurgling and drool, but I remember it still.
She and I had our little "facts of life" talk earlier than anticipated. Saturday afternoon an impromptu chat was initiated and I got out the books and showed her diagrams about what would be happening biologically, and then explained what could also be happening emotionally/mentally. She took it all in stride, asked questions and I answered them honestly and simply. Some were more complicated (Ok but really, how does the baby get in there?) some easier (So I won't get a baby from kissing a boy, right? Just that other way that only grown-ups do?), but in any case, it's opened the door for her and she knows she is safe to ask me questions and I'm not going to judge her or laugh at her about it. This sounds like I'm making a really big deal about it, but if you knew half of how I ended up learning about this crap (certainly not from my parents) and what kind of relationship I had with my own mother, maybe it would make more sense.
Both kids woke up at six and were kind enough to wait until 6:15 to wake me up too. Considering I've slept like hell all week it's a wonder I'm not crazy now. Been invited out this evening by some friends for a pre-mother's day drink but since SO's on afternoons it's really going to depend on whether or not I can get someone to watch the rugrats. I'm hoping yes. I haven't been out without some family member in tow in too long.
Off to toss together some sort of semblance of a lunch for the kids and make sure the meatballs I'm bringing in to work are ready. (It's a "food day", two of our senior officers are leaving. One is leaving on a 1 year contract within another department, the other is leaving for two months on paternity leave as his wife has to go back to work earlier than expected).
