Jogging and Dancing
I got out of bed this morning feeling a bit sorry for myself. Who in their right mind wakes up at ten past five in the morning? Then I got out there and low and behold my town was alive. The parking lot at the doughnut shop was bustling, people were headed to work. There is a corner down town where a group of gentleman get their day started, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee, must of been eight guys standing there. Turns out, lots of people wake up early. Made me feel like a cry baby.
The first week of operation Loose weight / Lower Blood pressure is under my belt. Went really well, the knee is holding up and I am not pushing to hard. Next week I will add some time on the jog and as long as I "Stay the Course" my mission will be accomplished.
Speaking of Missions, Dad Gone Mad has accepted an honorable one and if you have a minute head over and check it out. As if you haven't already.
The next subject I wish to broach concerns naked children and how naked do you let it go. Last night before the kids bedtime the entire family was sitting in the living room. Heidi and I were chatting away and the kids were dancing, I am not sure how it happened but at some point both Merry and David were naked. Being naked does not concern me, what came next left Heidi in a bit of a conundrum.
David started to slap his penis and stomp his feet. With both hands smacking himself he started singing. "Drumming my penis" over and over. Every now and again he would change the verse to "Starting a band and drumming my penis".
Merry thought this was genius and started drumming her vagina and singing along with David, only instead of the word penis she said "vagina". Thank goodness Thomas had his diaper on, but he joined right in, dancing and singing his little fanny off.
How would you handle this situation? Heidi and I sat there looking at each other wondering, "What the hell?" and "Is This Okay?", "Should we stop it?", "They look like they are having fun."
We let it go for a bit, they wore themselves out after five minutes and we went up stairs for the bed time dance/routine. I do not want my kids to have hang ups about their bodies, I want to avoid shame while at the same time have them respect decency. The line for me is a bit blurry, but I will tell you this, a band made up of your own babies drumming their privates is funny.
The first week of operation Loose weight / Lower Blood pressure is under my belt. Went really well, the knee is holding up and I am not pushing to hard. Next week I will add some time on the jog and as long as I "Stay the Course" my mission will be accomplished.
Speaking of Missions, Dad Gone Mad has accepted an honorable one and if you have a minute head over and check it out. As if you haven't already.
The next subject I wish to broach concerns naked children and how naked do you let it go. Last night before the kids bedtime the entire family was sitting in the living room. Heidi and I were chatting away and the kids were dancing, I am not sure how it happened but at some point both Merry and David were naked. Being naked does not concern me, what came next left Heidi in a bit of a conundrum.
David started to slap his penis and stomp his feet. With both hands smacking himself he started singing. "Drumming my penis" over and over. Every now and again he would change the verse to "Starting a band and drumming my penis".
Merry thought this was genius and started drumming her vagina and singing along with David, only instead of the word penis she said "vagina". Thank goodness Thomas had his diaper on, but he joined right in, dancing and singing his little fanny off.
How would you handle this situation? Heidi and I sat there looking at each other wondering, "What the hell?" and "Is This Okay?", "Should we stop it?", "They look like they are having fun."
We let it go for a bit, they wore themselves out after five minutes and we went up stairs for the bed time dance/routine. I do not want my kids to have hang ups about their bodies, I want to avoid shame while at the same time have them respect decency. The line for me is a bit blurry, but I will tell you this, a band made up of your own babies drumming their privates is funny.
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posted by Peter at
7:59 AM
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That's a tough one. On one hand you don't want to make a big deal about it since it was all done in innocence. On the other hand, you don't want them doing it in public either.
It is pretty funny, though!
"Who in their right mind wakes up at ten past five in the morning."
Me, dude. On Saturday, even. If you get into an exercise groove, you're going to be SO psyched.
And you're right not to push it. Pushing it = injury - stupid. I learned my lesson on that one.
Whoops! I meant "pushing it = injury = stupid." The way I typed it looked like I was calling you stupid, which I wasn't.
Sorry 'bout that.
That is a tough one, but it was pretty cool that you didn't go all crazy about it. Rather then fretting, maybe you might go the other direction -- help them form a unique act and try to sell it to the Tonight Show.
Oh, this was a funny post! I love it.
And I was thinking of you today. My SIL gave the Pie a little baby-tutu and everytime I looked at her (during the breaks between my relentless and totally unsuccessful efforts to model a pirouette for her to imitate) I could hear the words "tutu boutique" playing over and over in my head.
The blogging is taking over my brain!
Your kiddos crack me up! I agree with Mary P., if it's a one time thing, then don't sweat it. If it continues, then calmly discussing what's appropriate may be needed. You hate to take away those rose colored glasses.
That *rocks*! Thanks for participating in DYM's "Cheer Up Artemis 2006" campaign. And now that I know the whole story of the naked dancing kids, it's going to stay with me for a long time to come.
*giggle*
I think that it's really pretty sweet. I think that even little kids sort of have the sense that its OK to do certain things at home and not in public. Soon enough they will be sullen teenagers who lock themselves in the bathroom just to pee or adjust their bras.
Oh, I just made myself sad with that talk!
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