Sex Ed

Would you show this to your kids to teach them about sex and pregnancy?

**Warning: it's explicit... in a creepy way**

The Bully

I hear a commotion.

It was at the one area in the entire room where we couldn't see what the kids at the breakfast club were doing. There was yelling and I ran down the hall to see what was going on. As I round the corner I see my boy fall to the ground, pushed by another kid. One of the crowd sees me and yells, telling the pusher to go. Now.

I follow him outside.

He tells me he hates that kid because he follows him around.

keep him away from me or I'll kick his ass

For a moment I wonder why there's no lynch mob waiting to take this bully to task for his crimes.

I tell him he should go to an adult, that's what we're here for.

what's the point? You're on his side

Precisely that moment, my heart breaks.
I see the bully not as a bully
but as a kid who's been terrorized himself.

He wouldn't come to us because he doesn't trust
the grown ups around him to make the right decisions.
He scared.
He feels alone.

I tell him I'm sorry my son bugs him
and I tell him he can come to me anytime.
I'm not always on my kid's side,
I'm looking for the right side.

I don't even realize that I'm crying until I walk down the stairs
and my boy ask me why my eyes are red.

I ask him if he's hurt and he tells me
we were just playing mom
and I realize he doesn't understand what just happened.

Sensory Overload

Here's a great video if you're looking to educate someone on what it's like to deal with sensory overload.

Sorry, link only as I'm not smart enough to figure out how to upload a Vimeo video onto here.

http://vimeo.com/52193530

Farts, Poop and Little Boys...

Today the boys asked me what is different between fart and poop.

Oh, how I love being the mom of these guys, they keep me on my toes!

Embracing Our Uniqueness

Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend time with a new group of friends, a community of faith looking to change themselves and make a positive difference in the world around them. One of the exercises we participated in was an extension of their discussion last week about what makes us unique. So we gathered in a circle with a ball of yarn and took turns sharing things that were unique about ourselves and the unique characteristics of the people around us.

As I watched the ball of yarn travel throughout the group, I searched my brain for a unique fact about myself. I thought I had one that really personifies who I am when I realized that most of the group was aiming for lightheartedness in their facts and mine was way too serious. So I started searching my brain again for something I do, something I have, that makes me unique.

Read 4 hours a day? - too obsessive, not unique
Write a blog? - not unique, practically everyone does it
Nurture a special needs child? - people do it every day
Volunteer? - millions of volunteer hours are logged each year
Runner? - they'd look at me and not believe it
Addicted to Smallville? - kinda sad, not unique
Extra toe on one foot? - sadly, not true

Finally, as the yarn ball flew through the air and towards my face I made my decision.

My name is Melissa and I am unique because I can make a lamp out of old records.

Wow.  That's life-changing stuff right there.

And it made me wonder, why are we so quick to name off great qualities another person possesses, the wonderful things that make them the beautiful people we enjoy spending time with but have a hard time  with just a teeny bit of self-promotion? I saw it all around the group as folks were generous in the praise of their friends but hemmed and hawed when they had to name a unique quality about themselves.

So tell me, what makes you unique? Can you quickly name a special fact about yourself without feeling like a braggart? Do you struggle with self-promotion? Why do you think so may of us have difficulty embracing our uniqueness? 

Gee whilickers! It's a retro invasion!

We moved into this house at the end of August and the first thing I had to contend with was these oh so lovely orange-tinted paneling covered walls. Aren't they gorgeous?

My first thought was to use gel stain on the walls and make them a deep rich brown. Then I went to the store, saw the price of gel stain and realized there was no way ever I would pay that much money to paint the walls of a rental unit. Suck it up and deal with it, Melissa.

Then I found this table.

Circa 1950's, it is my dream table. I love the chrome. I love the mustard yellow leather. Most of all, I love the sturdiness of old furniture. Once the table moved in it was easy to see that this room needed a little retro lovin'.

                         
 

It's a long way to being done but so far I've made this awesome hanging light from records, bought a few secondhand vintage bowls and this really cool fabric I found at the surplus store. There's a bookshelf waiting to be retro-ized, a black and white leather couch and some t-shirt rag carpets on my to-do list but most of that will have to wait until after Christmas. For now, I'm adoring the way this room is turning out.

I cheated my way through high school

I have a confession to make.

I can't type.

Well actually, judging from the amount of tweets I send out into cyberspace I can type but I can't type.

In 9th grade, when I finally got to use computers in school (that's right, I never used a computer until high school), we had typing class teaching us how to touch type. But instead of paying attention and trying to learn, I thought the teacher was silly, that there was no way I'd ever need to know how to type faster than I already did and I slacked. I passed the tests and I finished the class with a B+.

But by most standards, I'm still a slow typist.

So this year, in my ever evolving quest to better myself, I want to become more proficient with computers. I'd like to learn how to do some basic coding. I'd love to learn how to make the most of this fancy macbook that I send all my tweets from. So I'm starting with learning how to type.

In fact, I used touch typing for this entire post. It's been a 30 minute effort. I'm exhausted. My fingers ache. My brain hurts.

Who knew typing was so hard?



Do you make an effort to better yourself on a personal level? Do you enjoy new activities or are you happy with the status quo?

Next, he'll be writing novels.

Today, my eldest son wrote his first sentence.

This made my mommy heart swell to unimaginable heights. Today was a good day.