but he's not a girl dog...

frisco was neutered on wednesday. thank goodness because the 'red rocket' has been causing quite the commotion in our home lately.

as the kids & i drove home from school on wednesday afternoon, i explained to them that frisco did fine with his surgery, that he needed plenty of rest & that he could not play, run or jump. i told them that they needed to help me out with taking care of him & making sure that he was warm and comfortable. they agreed.

easy enough, i thought.

wrong.

always the inquisitive one, aidan had questions. questions that required very specific answers.

aidan: mom, did frisco have to get stitches?

me: yes.

aidan: does he have stitches on his stomach?

me: no. not on his stomach.

aidan: well, where?

me: he has stitches on his goo-goo*.

awkward pause. then aidan turns towards me with the most horrifying grin on his face.

aidan: ugh. on his goo-goo?

me: yes. but he'll be okay.

aidan seems satisfied with the answers he's been given, but he wasn't quite done asking questions.

aidan: but he's not a girl dog.

me: what?

aidan: frisco. he's not a girl dog.

me: no, he's not. he's a boy.

aidan: well, if he is a boy dog how could he have babies? you said he had surgery to make sure he didn't have any babies.

oh, geez. what have i gotten myself into??

fortunately, the conversation ended there. but, who knows when aidan will decide to pick right back up where we left off.


*'goo-goo' is yet another silly term we use in our home when referring to a penis. sad, but true.

Why Be Normal?

Aidan asked the hubs a very profound question on Sunday afternoon:

"Dad, are we normal?"

It's now Tuesday & Aidan still has not received a proper answer to this question......and, I'm not sure if he ever will.

INTERROGATION - You asked, now I'm answering (Part 4)

Sorry for the delay...I forgot (gasp!) that I had more questions to answer!! I'm so sorry! My life has been kind of hectic lately and, now that we have a wee pup in the house, I'm sleep deprived even more so than I normally am.

I know, I know...excuses, excuses...but anyways...

Becca said, "oh, wow this is a toughie. but, it does sound like a great opportunity for getting post ideas. hmmm i may steal this one. since college is our connection, i'll go with one about college. and, i will preface it with i doubt the answer will include me, but since i got my reunion pic in the mail a few days ago this sort of thing is on my mind. what is your fave college memory?"

Good question, Becca!

My friend, Becca {go check out her blog, One Day at a Time}, and I went to the same college - Mary Washington College - of course, now it's known as the University of Mary Washington. The college is named - as if you didn't know - after George Washington's madre. Yep. Ferry Farm, you know, where he "will not tell a lie" after chopping down the cherry tree is not far from the school. Anywho...

My favorite college memory...this is a hard one because I didn't have the "typical" college experience...at least not in my opinion. First of all, I was on the 5-year plan. Of course, upon graduating from high school that was not my original plan, but that's how things wound up being. I mean, during my five years in college I managed to do fairly well during my freshman year, transfer to a different school my sophomore year, drop out of school during that same year only to return to school where I originally started...and then nearly flunk out of school during my first semester back. Whew. Oh, and sometime during all of that I changed my major, but only twice.

I had some fun times with Becca...I met her during freshman year. We lived in the same dorm - Virginia Hall - with a gazillion other girls. She and I reconnected when I came back to the Wash after my stint at Old Dominion University. I remember during Junior Ring Week I poured sand on her bed. It wasn't nice, but Junior Ring Week wasn't nice. She and I fish sat for each other, too. We took a fun trip to Charlottesville to visit my sister who was at school at the University of Virginia. Here is evidence of that trip (and, yes, I do have a tendency to act stupid in front of the camera):

Becca's a dear friend...trust me, she had to put up with me!!

Another good, fun memory is the trip I took to Lancaster, PA with my senior seminar class. I majored in Geography, so we were in Lancaster to walk the landscape, take in the sights, mingle with the people and write about what we saw. It was a fun weekend. Of course, getting drunk & running through a corn field in the middle of the night was probably why. Thank goodness greasy eats the next morning at the restaurant near the hotel provided some salvation from the hangovers we all had. Besides, it was just neat pulling into a restaurant where horse & buggies were parked outside.

Tomorrow...I'll answer yet another question!! Stay tuned...

Interrogation

I'm totally stealing this idea from Miss Sweet Tea!

It's time for YOU to interview ME. Yes, YOU! Ask me questions...I'll try to tell you no lies!

Seriously...ask away. Whatever you wanna know about MOI. Questions about me, the hubs, the kidlets, work, fun, what makes me tick...anything!

This could be fun!!

D-U-M-B

Last Thursday, as I was packing for our beach trip, Aidan asked me a question:

"Mommy, why does Daddy's name have 'dumb' in it?"

I left this one alone.


By the way, his name is Adam. Yeah, just say it out loud and you'll see where my witty six year old is coming from.

Sissy's where?!

My son had a pretty interesting conversation with my mother last week. Lately, he's been very curious about when he and his sister were babies and also when I was a baby...basically, he's infatuated with the fact that everyone around him (who is older than him) was his age at one point.

The conversation was initiated by my son who asked my mother where he was when I was a little girl. To be more specific, he asked if he was in my tummy when I was a little girl. Not wanting to get into uncharted territory with a 5 year old, my mom simply replied, "No."

"Well, was sissy in mommy's tummy?"

"No."

"What about daddy's tummy? Was sissy in daddy's tummy then?"

Again, my mother replied, "No."

What was my son's response?

"Well, I think daddy has a sissy in his tummy. He's got a big tummy, you know."

Great, my son thinks he's going to have another sissy, but this time sissy will come from daddy and not mommy. It's time for Adam to start doing sit-ups and switch to light beer! Oh, the mind of a 5 year old...