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thedivinegoat_archiveYesterday lunch time I was sat round the table eating lunch with Doug, Owen, and my sister's two kids Sky, (4 1/2) and Summer (2 1/2). I was feeding Cullyn at the same time.
Sky: Is Cullyn eating your body?
Me: (Rather startled). Um No! He's drinking my milk.
Sky: Is he eating your skin off?
Me: (Catching Doug's eye who is looking slightly green at the visual) No no. My breasts make milk for him as he doesn't eat normal food. (I then make a mental note to speak to my sister about her daughter's education...)
Even better than the time when Sky asked me how Cullyn had come out of my tummy, and me not having a clue how my sister would want it handled, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries, pointed vaguely in the direction of my crotch and said he came out down there. To which she told me not to be silly as legs don't have holes in them. I then told her to go and ask her Mummy.
As I have boys I feel that it should be Doug responsibility to undergo the embarrassing facts of life thing. (And yes I know it's something that we should open and honest etc. about, but realistically, talking about sex with your children, is no more comfortable than talking about sex with your parents.)
*Flashing back to being sixteen, going out with my second boyfriend who I hadn't even thought about sleeping with yet, and being told by my mother that I should - "Use two forms of contraception as we are an incredibly fertile family" *, and that I should borrow my grandmothers copy of The Joy of Sex! I wanted to throw myself out of the window at that moment from sheer shame, (we were in a moving car at the time). My mother is exception to the whole talking about sex to your kids/parents rule. I'm repressing the times when she's told me about her and my dad's sex life...
*Ironically it took me two years to get pregnant, and we had an appointment at the fertility clinic when I found out I was pregnant with Owen.
Incidently my icon is my niece Sky.
Sky: Is Cullyn eating your body?
Me: (Rather startled). Um No! He's drinking my milk.
Sky: Is he eating your skin off?
Me: (Catching Doug's eye who is looking slightly green at the visual) No no. My breasts make milk for him as he doesn't eat normal food. (I then make a mental note to speak to my sister about her daughter's education...)
Even better than the time when Sky asked me how Cullyn had come out of my tummy, and me not having a clue how my sister would want it handled, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries, pointed vaguely in the direction of my crotch and said he came out down there. To which she told me not to be silly as legs don't have holes in them. I then told her to go and ask her Mummy.
As I have boys I feel that it should be Doug responsibility to undergo the embarrassing facts of life thing. (And yes I know it's something that we should open and honest etc. about, but realistically, talking about sex with your children, is no more comfortable than talking about sex with your parents.)
*Flashing back to being sixteen, going out with my second boyfriend who I hadn't even thought about sleeping with yet, and being told by my mother that I should - "Use two forms of contraception as we are an incredibly fertile family" *, and that I should borrow my grandmothers copy of The Joy of Sex! I wanted to throw myself out of the window at that moment from sheer shame, (we were in a moving car at the time). My mother is exception to the whole talking about sex to your kids/parents rule. I'm repressing the times when she's told me about her and my dad's sex life...
*Ironically it took me two years to get pregnant, and we had an appointment at the fertility clinic when I found out I was pregnant with Owen.
Incidently my icon is my niece Sky.
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Date: 2004-02-08 07:15 pm (UTC)Anyway, Indians tend to be ... earthy. My mother was pretty frank. But I don't ever recall getting details about her OWN sex life. LOL!
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Date: 2004-02-09 04:09 pm (UTC)It was a pretty good book, though.
Mostly, I liked the fact Mum was the way she was except when she wanted to share a little more than I was comfortable with. I was certainly the only one out of my group of friends when I was in my late teens/early twenties, who's Mother would have been disappointed if I hadn't lived with my husband before I married him. She always said that a sex life was part of finding out whether you were compatible or not. That was pretty cool.
Learning that my father apparently has a very high sex drive was not. (And that was one of the tamer comments!)
I love your icon btw.
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Date: 2004-02-09 05:46 pm (UTC)That's my grandmother, actually. :-) She was 21, so it would have been taken in ... 1914?