Lucas and the nudist rights.

Lucas has discovered lately his private part.....his pee pee. He noticed it before in the last six years but like his friends in his class and kids his age, Lucas is has become fascinated with it. 

He has even introduced Noah to his own pee pee. To which Noah responds "mommy when I tickle my pee pee.....oohhhh mommy it feels sooo good."  

The boys are now sharing a room since Noah's old room went to our baby girl and they did not want to be split. We have a fourth bedroom but the boys wouldn't have it, they wanted to share a room. They are very close. Now they do everything together. They get ready for school in the morning and put their pajamas on together as well. With the dressing and undressing I have often caught them not dressed at all. I walk in to two naked boys dancing on each other's bed shaking their pee pee around   .  How do i handle this?  How do I make them understand that it's ok to touch and admire ther own merchandise without becoming exhibitionist?  

One day I walked in to their room and found Lucas dancing on the bed flipping his pee pee from one side to the other. I yelled at him and told him not to do that and he had such a confused look on his face. "It's my own pee pee mommy, I can touch it mommy and can dance with it mommy". He went under his covers and began to cry. I walked out of the room to give myself a breather trying to figure out how I was going to deal with it. When I left I heard Lucas get up and close the door and locked it. Fabio was not home and I had to address it now. I always thought that I would be able to handle anything my kids wanted to know and that I would always always be honest. But this parenthood thing was getting harder and harder as time has gone by. 

Lucas has always been the "experiment one". Kids don't come with instructions so you have to find your way as you go along. You experiment with the first so you kind of learn to handle the situation better with the second (you hope). 

Back to my upset first born locked in his room. Fabio and I have always agree that when the boys are upset and go into their room and lock the door, we should let them. They should feel like their rooms are their space and they could go in there for private time and it will be given to them. I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in. "No..."  Finally after pleading he let me in and I explained once again but he had his own questions. 

"Who said we had to wear clothers?  Jesus wore clothes, did God tell him he had to wear them? Who made these rules mommy? If boys all have the same thing and girls all have the same thing then why do we have to hide it? Do you wear clothes in heaven? Is there a place you don't wear clothes I would like to visit there?"  By the end of these questions I was so exhausted. I answered some " yes Jesus wore clothes because when he was born the Virgin Mary put clothes on him. I don't know who made up the rules, everyone just knows to wear clothes. We are not hiding the parts, we are just covering it because its private. I don't know if in heaven they wear clothes and yes there is a place that people don't wear clothes but you can't go there until you are an adult". Somehow he seemed to understand or got tired of thinking too much. 

He got up and said mommy I want to draw now. Ok I said. Then he ends it with " I don't think Hawaii got the message because those girls that wear the flowers in their heads are showing their tummies and only cover a little bit. You can see this legs through the skirt mommy and this chest is all out there. They did not get the message". Wow....the things kids notice. 

Santa and Jesus are tight!!!

Lucas started taking religious education classes in September and I am so glad that he has because all the questions he had about Jesus was overwhelming. Honestly, most I did not know or did not know how to tell him without being graphic. He would ask"why is Jesus in a cross....who killed him.....how do we know he existed......how come we don't see pictures if his daddy God".  I told him that "Jesus school" would have all the answers. When the day finally came he was so excited to learn all about it. 

Recently, since Christmas is coming he began asking. "Mommy, now I have to be good for two people Jesus and Santa. What if I am having a bad day and Santa sees me being a bad boy but Jesus saw that I was a good boy the rest of the days and Santa was busy and didn't see it, how would Santa know". My answer "Lucas, Santa and Jesus are tight, they are friends. When the day gets closer for Santa to come deliver those presents Christmas night, Santa and Jesus will discuss all the boys and girls to see who has been naughty and nice" completely lying to my child but I needed him to still believe in Santa as long as he could. His eyes opened wide and he smiled. "Oh good, so they both will see what a good boy I am and that sometimes I make mistakes but I turn it around". Fabio has taught Lucas that when he is misbehaving and acting like a bad boy he can always change it by turning it around and being a good boy, it's never too late". Lucas loves that. 

Ok, so maybe some parents or single people might not like the lying to your child but I think its harmless and it helps us teach our children consequences for their good or bad behavior even if in this case it's for materialistic things. The other day Fabio got a phone number where the boys could hear Santa talking to them about how they have to be good girls and boys. Santa said to leave a message with what they wish for Santa to bring them for Christmas. Noah's list went in and on and we had to cut him off, then Lucas went. When Lucas left his long list at the end he said "Santa please say hi to Jesus for me. I know he is your best friend". So cute. 

Some people, parents or not parents easily judge other parents. I always try not to judge because we are not all living the same life and don't know how would we would handle all situations. The other day I was getting a sonogram. I was telling the sono lady how Lucas thinks Jesus and Santa are friends and that I made him think that. She doesn't have any children and in her defense said that because she doesn't have any children she probably is judging me to harshly but that she was horrified that I had lied to my sons about it all and that I had joined a fictional  character along a real person like Jesus. She was doing the sono and it was my last one before my baby comes so I didn't want to argue with her and ruin my last sono of baby but I went on to say". Before becoming a mother , I thought I would never lie to my children, I would be honest always. Now being a mother of two soon to be three I lie. I lie about things that I know won't harm them. Although Jesus to me is real, so was Santa when I was a child. I don't see harm in it and if there is harm in the future I pray that it doesn't hurt them or others. Jesus knows that it's not done maliciously". She agreed and said "but when he grows up he would know that Santa is not real and think that Jesus is also not real". I disagreed and let it go. She would not change my mind and I wasn't going to change hers. 

Maybe I am wrong and lying to them is a mistake but I honestly don't see a harm in it. My boys are good boys who have tantrums like any other kid. Lying to them about Santa is something that I will not take back, the joy in their faces on Christmas morning is all the proof I need that this lie has to go on as long as it can. Throwing Jesus in the picture just makes Lucas and Noah believe in him too plus it makes Jesus really cool that his BFF is Santa. Good enough for me. 

Someone.....anyone.....help me.

When I was pregnant with Lucas, I felt like a queen. Fabio was so attentive, so caring and so was everyone else. I felt like royalty. Everyone wanted to make sure I was alright and Fabio was the perfect husband. Then came Noah, and Fabio again did an excellent job taking care of Lucas and his pregnant wifes needs. He was on top of everything.

Now with baby #3.......not so much....  not the queen......not so much the princess....not so much of anything. He tries as much as he can. 

We were at a football game for Lucas the other day, the bleachers were full and there was no where to sit. I was with Noah and knew he needed to run around anyway and I walked over to the grass area with him. I told Fabio where I was going and he said OK. Noah started running around and I just stood standing but then got tired. I plopped down and as soon as my ass hit the floor I knew I would not be able to get up on my own again. I couldn't even sit Indian style, I couldn't stretch out my legs either. Oh man what a mistake this was I thought. Noah thankfully decided he was tired running around and sat next to me ripping grass with his hands and digging into the dirt. I didn't care at least he was near me. I was able to watch Lucas play thankfully. I kept moving my ass, legs and belly frequently tying to find a comfortable spot but couldn't. I sat there for at least   half an hour, I felt my ass numb. Then the game was over and Fabio calls out to me and Noah and says "come guys hurry up, come they are having food for everyone, come before it's all gone". Noah jumps up and runs to Fabio. Fabio picks him up and assumes I will be following. But I was still on the grass trying desperately to get myself up. There was nothing to hold on to, I tried to roll, go on my knees but bending them only got one ass cheek of the floor. Then I hear " Claud, where you at". Then sees me on the floor. Then he tells me to stop fooling around and come get food. I gave him the dirtiest look, literally dirty because somehow I had dirt in my face from the rolling around. He got the point and helped me up. I was like a bug on its back, couldn't get up without assitance. 

One morning we were rushing to try to get to church on time when I lay down on my bed and Fabio says "what are you doing, we have no time for a nap Claud ". I responded "it's the only way to put on my socks, I lay down, put my legs up on the air and put on the sock and pull it down". He was amazed on how I had created a way to put on my socks.  Desperate times calls for desperate measures. 

I walk....well actually I waddle.....everywhere holding Lucas with one hand and the other hand holds Noah I think of how am I going to hold the third. How am I going to push a stroller  then hold on to the other two. I guess you manage....somehow you have to. 

Pregnant with a third, working full time and having two kids already is hard. I don't know how women do it. But I know once our baby arrives, it will be harder than ever. Oh God help us.