A little romance

We were in his bed, it was dark.  He wrapped his legs around my back gently and pulled me into him.

"I could stay like this forever" he whispered softly in my ear.  I hugged him tightly, knowing that someday, much sooner than I'm ready, he'll leave me.

"You feel like heaven.  No, you feel better than heaven."  

I swear this boy is going to give Danielle Steele a run for her money.

Something for the ladies

My 9 year old son's writing has really blossomed this year.  He has a great sense of the fact that he's writing to an audience.  In this excerpt, he gives his female readers a little something to sink their teeth into:

"...(Arnold) Supersleuth was rather handsome for a detective.  He was tall, he had a long, flowing mustache, big strong arms, hard muscular legs and a perfect face with shiny white teeth and eyes that don't need glasses..."

He had me at flowing mustache.

The deed is done

I did it.  I had "the talk" with the boy.  I think it went pretty well.  I grabbed an opportune moment after school when the little brother was occupied and nonchalantly went to the attic playroom with the book.  I broached the subject by saying "hey, remember how you were dissapointed in science that they didn't explain EVERYTHING about the human body?"  He gave me a worried look.  "Well, I thought I'd explain it to you."

At first he was embarrassed and hid under his blanket and told me to go away.  I didn't make a big deal about it and asked if he wanted to look at the book on his own and then ask me questions.  He kinda hemmed and hawed and half heartedly told me to go away again.  I started flipping through the book on my own and he caught a glimpse of one of the nakey illustrations and he was at my side.

I tried to stay very cool about it, not laugh, but be natural.  Although it was really hard to keep a straight face when he yelled "so dad stuck his penis in YOUR vagina?"  At one point I think the whole discussion was a little titillating to him (as to be expected I guess) and he started looking at me with lusty eyes and grinding his hips (I think I heard a little Barry White in the background).  It provided a good segue into "appropriate" touching, etc.

I told him I'd put the book in his under-the-bed book box so he could look at it on his own too.  I'm relieved that we started the conversation (fully aware that this is just the tip of the iceberg) and I'm glad that I gave him the information, not some random kid at school.  

I knew it went OK when he invited me to play Mario Strikers Soccer afterwards (he completely kicked my ass).    And so far I haven't heard him tell the little brother what their dad did with his you know what.  Only a matter of time...

Baby boy

Five years ago to the hour my 9 1/2 lb.  son was remodeling my vagina from the inside out.  I savored every minute (after that part).  I inhaled him.  I broke all my sleeping, nursing, and scheduling rules with him.  I studied every detail of his perfect face and body to remember each stage.  And it still went too fast.

Happy Birthday baby boy.  Mama will be in her closest sobbing for the next few hours.