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I am an old blogger who has found their way back to the internet. I love being a mom, an African American, spending time with my husband and shopping online. I waste time on Facebook and I do not spend enough time on Twitter. Reading is my favorite past time but bad reality shows are my guilty pleasure. Here, I blog about parenting, businesses and their successes, and innovation.

Friday, April 24, 2009

The Boy Code and My Husband is still SMOOTH

Yes, they do and my husband, he is smother than Obama.

My oldest son had a writing assignment in class to write formal letters to choice friends in his class. I knew they had these letters to write but I did not read his until last night. They were cute. Some said things like "I am glad you are nice", "You always make me laugh", and "How many sisters and brothers do you have?" The students could each write to whom ever they wanted to in class. One of my sons best friends is in his class. We are good friends with his mom and have known them since the boys were 3 years of age.

Here is what BF's letter said:



Yes, you read right.....wiener.

Translation = wiener.

So, my husband intercepted the letter the afternoon it came home. I heard about it after my son's baseball practice. First of all, for you readers wondering why I am giving this letter attention---it is because my husband told me that little black boys do not need to be writing about other little boys private parts even though it may seem innocent.

This little boy plays on my son's baseball team so we saw him the same day the letter came home. My husband said the more he thought about it,the more he was bothered by the whole letter. This particular boy's father is not in his life and his mother was out of town this week for work. My husband said he really liked the kid and decided this would be a "man learning moment" for our son and his BF.

He told me that he took the both of them over to the side before practice kicked off and talked to them about the letter. (My husband is the coach, so it was easy to hold practice up. Did I tell you he is the man?) He told them that the letter was inappropriate and "little boys should never write or talk about other little boys wieners, ever...period." BF tries to explain his case by telling my husband -- "But Coach, I thought he was holding his wiener." Of course my husband repeated himself...."little boys should never write or talk about other little boys wieners, ever...period." Sometimes no explanation is the best explanation. And this is why I believe our little boys need a constant male figure in their life. The message would not have been the same. My husband made it clear and my son and his BF will probably never write about "wieners" again. To BF's defense, he really was trying to apologize. My son told me later that his feelings were hurt by his BF telling everyone and he later asked him even after the letter if they were still friends. It really was innocent, however my husband's point was well taken.

Little boys should never write or talk about other little boys wieners, ever...period.

Later that evening when my husband was giving me this story he kept using the word "wiener" as if this is what we say in our house. I kept trying to hold back laughter because listening to an almost thirty year old man say "wiener" was kind of funny. Can we teach our kids the correct names to private parts?

I was very appreciative and turned on by his responsiveness to the situation. He was rewarded accordingly.

Now, I am sure you are wondering.....how did the teacher let this slip by? Yeah, we are wondering the same thing.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

My Boy likes to POTTY all the time.....POTTY ALL THE TIME!

This morning was a great morning! I woke up early because this is bench mark exam week for my oldest and the school says he needs a good breakfast to get his mind right for those exams. Why this is the only time they suggest you feed your kid a good meal before school is beyond me.....but I complied and made bacon to go with the usual toaster waffles. When I woke the boys up this morning, my husband was still asleep. So, I was alone for the first few minutes with the kids. My oldest woke up and went straight for the bathroom. I pulled my younger monster out of the crib and grabbed the little potty on the way to my bedroom. He usually never does anything in this potty but I make him sit anyway. Who knows when he will decide to leave a little surprise! So, I turned on Sesame Street and got dressed.

I went to the kitchen and pulled the bacon out of the oven. My baby came into the kitchen and says, "Mommy, Pee Pee Potty." He says this all the time. I really just ignore him because it never means anything. I fix the oldest one's plate and go get pull-up so the little one can eat, too. He is still saying, "Pee Pee, Potty!" Finally, I go to my bedroom and see my little surprise came today. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, pee pee entered the potty, stayed in bounds and scored! TOUCH DOWN! Or should I say, A HOLE IN ONE? I don't know, but who cares. He peed in that pot!

I was so excited that I started doing the potty dance, not that confusing one on the Pull Ups commercial* but our own version that sort of mimics Eddie Murphy's one hit wonder--Party All the Time. Even my oldest chimes in. My husband hears the commotion and I tell him with all excitement that the boy peed in the potty. I swear you would have thought I won the lottery or something. You want to know what my husband said?

"Yeah, I heard the singing."

He said this so nonchalantly. I swear he is so cool.** But for this occassion, can I get the song and dance from him, too? We should have all been getting our groove on this morning. I am still feeling so good about it that I am going to get my party going again right here at my desk. Feel free to join in.

*Is it me or does that look like some Saturday Night Live skit? What makes matters worse is that Dude looks like Kenan Thompson
**Future reference: My husband is cooler that Obama, yeah I said it.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Facebook Addict

I joined Facebook about week ago and I am addicted. I have found old co-workers, classmates and even childhood friends. I find myself checking people's status, their pictures and even adding to my own photo album.

In joining Facebook, I have found that some people just add anything to their profiles. One profile read, "Thanking God for all that he has given me! I feel blessed!" Sounds nice right? Well you scroll down the page a little further and read a past status for the very same profile and this is what it read, "Gettin' my club on tonight! Gone show my man some love later!" Yeah, 'nuf said. But I found one that was even better. It was a profile with several photo albums. One of the photo albums in particular was titled: All about me. The photo album had so many bikini, club, sprawled-across-the-bed-trying-to-look-sexy-with-non-matching-bed-sheets, and booty hanging out of short shorts pictures that it was enough to start her own Playboy magazine. Oh but to make this section of her profile better she had her beloved children and all of their wonderful accomplishments. This album title: My Wonderful Fam. Now, in this album are all types of sweet face children getting awards or featured in sports and the oh-so important picture with grandma.

So, let's ask ourselves these important questions: Do you want your children view you entire profile one day? What type of image are you putting across? (sexy pic vs. family pics) Do you want YOUR MAMA to see your profile? What type of job do you have or are applying for while your profile sits in cyberspace making all kinds of crazy first impressions of you?

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