chirp, chirp

This morning I could hear the little ones , so I grabbed my camera. Thay were howling for momma. I saw her go in there just a while later and then all was quiet for quite a while.

Carolina Wren nest

This is a nest I discovered in a hanging basket. It had been put in my laundry room for a freeze, and just never got put back out. These birds actually nested in this same plant last year, but it wasn't in the same place. The basket is pretty high up in the air, so I step up on a stool & slowly peek in to see if momma is there. If she wasn't, I'd stick my camera up in the air and take a picture. While she was building the nest (I should say they - the male is a very active poppa), she would fly out if she saw me. A few times I didn't see her, but when I stuck the camera in the air, out she flew. That's when I got the egg pictures. Each time, she returned within 5 minutes. But after the 22nd, she was sitting and didn't move when she saw me. Then while she was out of the nest on the 26th I took a picture and saw babies! They looked more like embryos than anything else. They're changing very fast. Just from this morning to tonight they have grown fuzz. And then tonight I got a short video!

Nest March 9th 3 eggs March 9th 4 eggs March 15th momma on the nest March 22 Newborn babies! March 26th March 27th March 28th

The Talk

If you're an RCU member, you've already read this. But I wanted to post it here as well while it's still so fresh on my mind.

This happened in our home just about 3 weeks ago. We've always used correct names for all body parts. Somewhere along the line he learned that a vagina is "what a woman has down there." No questions ever came up when the word sex was heard, usually on television.

One day I could tell something was really bothering him, but he couldn't tell me what. I made a point of telling him that he needs to know he can tell me anything. I may not like what he has to say, but it won't change the fact that I love him. I said it a few times, in a few ways, and he finally says "not ANYthing." I said yes, anything. He began shaking his head no and had tears in his eyes. He said there was something he couldn't tell me. It so obviously was weighing heavy on his heart. I asked if he had done something he knew he shouldn't do and he said, yes, but not on purpose. I tried to lighten the moment - I asked him if he had joined the army or if he had gotten married. He grinned, but still was still bothered.

I explained that if he did something wrong, and he was genuinely sorry, all he needed to do was to ask God to forgive him, and then forgive himself and not do it again. I told him if he did that, he didn't really have to tell me. He said he wanted to tell me. So I asked if it would be easier for him to tell his dad. He said Dad already knew - "he caught me". (somewhere along the line we had determined this had something to do with the computer). I said that I imagined he and dad had talked about it and he said yes, but he still wanted to tell me. So I asked if he'd like to write it down. He said no, but after a few minutes said yes he would like to write it down. So I gave him pen and paper and went to the bathroom. He came in there and asked me how to spell "girls". So I knew where this was going. When I came out of the bathroom, I see he has written on the paper "girls kissing". I pulled him up in my lap. I asked if he had googled girls kissing, and he said yes. I asked what kinds of things he had seen. He replied "not much because the trend micro (our virus/firewall program) kept going off all over the place and I couldn't make them stop." That's how dad caught him - he had to get help with the computer. I kept hugging him and telling him it was okay, we'll survive.

After a few minutes, I said that I guessed he had googled that because he had some questions about such things. He said yes, and dad told him his hormones were going all over the place . I asked him what the word sex meant to him - he said I guess kissing and loving. I said that's part of it, but there's more.

Me: You know it takes a man and a woman to make a baby right?

G: Yes

Me: You know that the man has sperm and the woman has an egg, and they have to get together to make a baby, right?

G: Yes.

Me: Do you know how the sperm gets from the man's body to the woman's body?

G: I'm guessing through the kissing?

Me: No, not quite. The sperm are in your testicles.

G: Oh God!

Me: Do you want me to stop?

G: No...

Me: And when the husband and wife are alone and making love they are very close and his penis fits inside her vagina.

G: Oh God!

Me: Do you want me to stop?

G: No...

Me: And the sperm comes out of your body through the same opening as the pee comes out of.

G: Oh God!

G: (who has now become uncomfortable with the words penis and testicles and wants to use the slang words) Do you lose your balls or something?

Me: (trying not to laugh) No, they are just the container and they fill up again.

Me: And every time this happens there is a chance of a pregnancy. Of course, it doesn't happen every time, but every time, there is a chance.

G: Even the first time? (where did that question come from????)

Me: YES even the first time. Every time.

We then continued the talk in the context of it being a gift from God and the most intimate and vulnerable we can be with another person and when it's done with the love and commitment behind it, it is the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when it's done without that love and commitment, it can cause much pain, physical and emotional.

Nothing has come up since, but I hope we've laid some good ground. I think we have. When I shared this with DH, he said the computer incident happened before Gregory's birthday (July). He said he couldn't believe it was still on his mind.

So the next day I asked Gregory how long he's wanted to tell me. Months! was his reply. So I said, "My baby, you let the devil torment you for months because you were afraid of what I'd say or think about you? He's been lying to you all this time. I love you no matter what you ever do, and if you think otherwise, you are listening to the devil's lies."

I think we all learned a lot that day.

Saturday Night Party!

One of Gregory's true best friends called at 10:00 tonight to say he could come over. He has a standing invite, so whenever he can come over is cool. SO we went to pick him up. He brought his Xbox 360 and he & Gregory are playing Guitar Hero. So far we've heard Rage Against the Machine, Foghat, Black Sabbath, Scorpions, Pat Benatar - and they've just begun. Dad keeps yelling Turn it UP!!

:)

Expelled

Latests baby pics

Stella Rosalie - 3 months old

Joseph Paul - 4.5 months old

Michael Aaron - 19 months old


A deep conversation between brothers...

70% Ron Paul
64% Mike Gravel
59% Dennis Kucinich
50% John McCain
50% Tom Tancredo
48% John Edwards
46% Mitt Romney
45% Mike Huckabee
45% Fred Thompson
43% Barack Obama
43% Chris Dodd
43% Bill Richardson
40% Joe Biden
40% Hillary Clinton
34% Rudy Giuliani

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

The top position was no suprise, but I was a bit suprised by some of the close runners-up. I've got my Ron Paul bumpersticker now!

Your Valentine

I was un-tagged by Stephanie for this.


Brag About Your Husband:

What is his name: Greg

How long have you been married: 20 years this month

How long did you date: 2.5 yrs (lived together one of those years)

How old is he: 42

How old are you: 41

Who eats more sweets: him

Whose parents do you see most? About the same

Who said I love you first: I did

Who is taller: he is

Who can sing better: depends on how much we've had to drink (kidding!)

Who is smarter: we are both smart, we know different things

Who does the laundry: I do

Who does the dishes: I do

Who pays the bills: I do

His guilty pleasure: muscle cars

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed: the boy does

Who mows the lawn: mostly him (I'll do it if I want to and it's not too hot)

Who has more friends: we have each other :)

Besides you, who is his best friend: probably Jason

Who cooks dinner: mostly me, but he's better at it

Who is more stubborn: he tries to keep up with me, but come on...

Who kissed who first: From what I remember it was mutual

Who asked who out first: Me

What was your first date: a party.

Who proposed: He did @ the LSU lake

Who has more siblings: both have 2

What is your favorite thing about him: he makes me laugh, he loves me, and he comes home everyday!

I won't tag anyone but please participate if you want to.

Boomtown Rats

I debated where I should post this. I think people get me most here. Or at least I am allowed (I allow myself) to be more *me* here than anywhere else.

ANYHOO - something I got from my brother today made me think of I Don't Like Mondays. Remember when you'd just have to call the DJ and hope he played it for you? No MP3, no CDs even. And I rarely had the cash to actually buy music. I recall waiting with my tape recorder next to the radio speaker holding that pause button and waiting just incase so you could catch that favorite song.

And music video? Maybe you'd see one on The Midnight Special or Saturday Night Live. Video had not yet killed the radio star.

It was 1979. I was 12. Life was wierd. And I hated Mondays...




Were you distracted by how much Sir Bob looks like Jerry Seinfeld in the puffy shirt episode??