Seeing the Family This Weekend

It is not getting any warmer around here… I shouldn’t complain, it is much worse in the Midwest. Of course, I am going to the Midwest on Friday…so let’s all hope for some warmth by then.

So, The Boy is up for his first introduction to the WHOLE family this weekend. He has requested that I write out a family tree for him so that he can study it, but I am not sure that is even possible. There are way too many second marriages, half-siblings and such to make it useful in diagram form. Knowing my father’s family, they will all wear name tags for him;-)

It us gonna be a really busy weekend. BFFg is picking us up at the airport Friday and we are dropping Munchkin at her Uncle’s house. Then we are meeting some friends that I haven’t seen in a while, which will be good. Saturday morning I am picking Munchkin up so that we can go over and hang out with Tinkerbelle. This will be their first meeting, which should be fun. They aren’t actually related, but are both looking forward to meeting.

Then Munchkin is going back to her Uncle’s to meet up with her father’s entire family. She and her brother have a date Saturday night, I think. I am going to see my father’s family so that The Boy can meet them. He is actually going to a bachelor party with BFFb on Saturday night (who is the best girlfriend ever?) for a guy that I have know forever. Me and BFFg and some other girlfriends are gonna have some girl time;-)

Sunday we are gonna meet up with Munchkin again and we are all going to see some of our Mom’s family for brunch, then hang with the BFF’s all afternoon, and back to the airport around dinner time.

So, a busy weekend that hopefully allows us to see everyone I wanna see in a short period of time. And none of the people I don’t wanna see…

Late Night Jacuzzi Highlights...

OK, it is fucking cold today...like really, really cold. And the wind is supposed to whip up later, so the wind chill is gonna drop to like -20. Not fun...

Yes, Smoking Hot Roommate and Big Sis...this is what you get for going away where it is warm: gross cold to greet you when you get back:-P That will teach you!

So, let’s see…the Super Bowl was kind of a bummer. I wanted the Bears to win:-( So did Munchkin, but she cares a lot more than I do. It ended a little late and I let her stay up and watch the whole thing, so she was dragging a bit this morning. I was kind of half expecting that she would want to get up early and put on makeup and jewelry and stuff…but so far love hasn’t changed her that much;-)

Since I don’t have anything else to write about today, I am going to go back to Saturday night. Munchkin wanted to stay at Papa Bear’s so that she could sleep with the dog (a little golden retriever, she is super cute…) so The Boy and I got a pleasant and unexpected night all to ourselves. Honestly, I was happier for him…I feel like he has to make a lot of sacrifices around my sister’s schedule, so I like when I can just devote time to him unexpectedly.

Anyway, we had dinner, met some of his friends and some of my friends for drinks and had a pretty fun night. Then, having the whole apartment and the whole night to ourselves, we decided that it was a fine excuse to make use of the Jacuzzi (which is actually in SHR’s bathroom…sorry about that, sweetie;-).)

I am kind of impatient sometimes, especially when there is a naked boy around, so the Jacuzzi sex never materialized because I couldn’t wait for the stupid thing to fill up…hee hee. However, soaking in the tub with a bottle of wine and a comfortable post-sex glow was a really, really good time…:-D

Anyway, we got to talking, and were both in sort of a philosophical mood, I guess. The good news is that I have picked out a name for my first child, and he is OK with it, so that’s good…lol. I think it is a better name for a girl, but it works for a boy, too. And no…I am not telling you what it is here…:-P (I may tell you if you ask.) OK, there is still the minor issue of whether or not I even want to have children, but I have a name, just in case…

Long and short, none of the drama that is going on over at GreenLineBoy. I am nowhere near ready to get married, although I am ok talking about it. And The Boy is fine with that…I think he is more ready than me, but he isn’t exactly being tormented by his relationship-clock just yet. He is also understanding of the desire to not live together before marriage, so that’s good, too.

He is really incredibly easy going. Not that he won’t stick up for himself to get what he wants…but he tends to care very intensely about some things, and then be really, really flexible about everything else. He is a much better boyfriend than I could ask for…I am not really easy to date, but he sticks around anyway;-) I think he just may like me:-D

OK, this was a really boring post, I know...but it is hard to be charming and interesting every day...give a girl a break!!!

The Talk

Munchkin and I did a bunch of shopping yesterday, which led to a couple of interesting things. First, I ran into a kid I went to high school with in the grocery store...how random is that? Honestly, it was weird and really awkward. He wasn't like a real good friend of mine, but I knew him and got along well enough.

So we went through the regular "How did you get here, what are you doing in Boston?" stuff. But there was something just a little off about him...I wouldn't say that he was on something, but he had that sort of nervous, distracted manner than people can get when they regularly use some stuff. It was all just kind of awkward and a little hard to describe.

Anyway, after that we had to go to the pharmacy because I needed to pick up birth control pills. So, about six months ago, I switched to a generic drug because it is cheaper and the doctor told me to give it a try. The girl in the pharmacy, who was about my age, said "Can I ask you a question? I take the brand name of this...have you noticed any differences?" That led to a brief discussion about birth control (I have had no issues, but SHR takes the same thing, and the generic wreaked havoc on her stomach so she had to switch back.)

I guess I hadn't really thought about Munchkin being there with me, but when we left, she asked "What are those pills for?" Yes, I noted the uncomfortable irony of this coming about 16 hours after her first kiss;-) But, I also felt like I really had to tell her the truth because it is really important that she not worry that I am sick.

So, we had a brief portion of "the talk". I told her what they for, and she asked the logical next question (she is in sex-ed, after all) "Do you and The Boy have sex?". OK, this was not really on the list of things I wanted to talk about yesterday, but I guess you can't really dictate the time and place of these things. So I told her the truth about that, too (I emphasized the "person you love" part and left out the "days of a million orgasms" part...you get the drift).

She sort of left it at that, and I told her to always make sure she asked me any questions she had about any of this. All in all, it wasn't so bad...but my little Munchkin is growing up fast;-)

She ended up sleeping over at Papa Bear's, and The Boy and I had a lengthy and positive discussion that I may talk about tomorrow (you get awfully reflective over a couple glasses of wine in a hot tub...lol). But this is already too long for a Sunday, so it will have to wait;-)

p.s. I almost forgot...Go Bears!

Growing Up...

Well, Munchkin is officially in love…(little hearts floating and birds chirping around her head). She was incredibly cute about the whole thing because she was clearly so nervous, and she NEVER gets nervous in social situations. When we were walking over, she asked me what she should do if he wanted to kiss her. My response was “here, take this kitchen knife and stab him.” OK, I lied about that…

Really, I asked her what she thought she wanted to do, and she said “I think I really wanna kiss him, too!” Hmm…I think I would have preferred “I don’t even want to hold hands until I am 21,” but that may have been wishful thinking. In the end I told her to just make sure to be assertive about not ever doing anything she wasn’t comfortable with, but that it is normal and natural to have these kinds of feelings about some people. And that was that (ok, there are some longer discussion to come on similar subjects).

The dance itself was really funny, as they always are. Remember how things like this, when you were young, involved all the girls on one side of the room, and all the boys on the other side of the room and then everyone comes together and dances when they play the last song at the end of the night? Well, it is kind of still like that…the only difference being that “Stairway to Heaven” is no longer the night-ending song…lol.

Anyway, Munchkin and her friends were all there at the beginning, and the older kids didn’t start to show up until later. So, Little Dreamboat Boy (I will just call him Dreamboat) and his class were like an hour later than the younger kids. And yes, despite the fact that I was outwardly talking to teachers and other parents, I was definitely spying on her all night:-P

So basically, they would talk uncomfortably to each other for like five minutes, and then return back to their friends, him trying to look cool and disaffected, and her giggling uncontrollably with her friends. That went on for like and hour and a half, and then he finally asked her to dance to a slow song, which led to some classic stiff-armed, back-and-forth, don’t-make-eye-contact 11 year old dancing. It is possible that there was some slight crying in my corner of the room…

Anyway, a little bit later they announced that it was the last song for all the kids in fifth grade or younger, so they took a second pass at the dancing routine. This time they actually talked a bit and looked moderately more comfortable...and this was also apparently when he asked her if she would be his girlfriend. And right before Valentine’s Day…(everyone in unison now) “awwwwww”.

Then, there was sort of that awkward good-bye moment, and she went right ahead and kissed him! Really quick, and then she immediately turned around and ran away…lol…but I was proud of her for being so ballsy. Maybe not proud about her being such a slutty trollop, though…(kidding!!!)

So that was the excitement for the night, and Munchkin was absolutely floating on cloud nine. I took her and a bunch of the girls to Coldstone Creamery for ice cream, and then Munchkin asked if her two best friends could sleep over. I had to call The Boy and break the bad news that our originally planned late-night naked-fest was gonna have to wait. The good news was that one of the girls’ fathers said he would take them all out for breakfast, so I was able to re-schedule that for this morning. And yes, he showed up right on time and put the wood to me just right (did I seriously just write that? Who has better terminology for sex than I do?)

Anyway, I have a date tonight, and Munchkin has a date with Papa Bear…she is still giddy over her newfound love-life, and likely will be for a bit. Which is really cute. Big Sis and Smoking Hot Roommate get home tomorrow, so she can re-tell the whole story to both of them, which I am sure she will be willing to do;-)

And then she gets shipped off to the convent on Monday:-P

Munchkin's Love Life

The best part about the last two blog entries, for me, is that many people have chosen to interpret them in different ways. That makes the discussion interesting, although I am not sure that I have much more to add to it beyond:

Some of you seem to have gotten the impression that this was a practical, and not theoretical discussion. The Boy and I are NOT moving in together, and will not be until we are married, or very close. Or, more specifically, my little sister is not moving in with The Boy until we are married;-)

Anyway, the more enjoyable topic: Munchkin’s boyfriend. I would also like to highlight the funniest comment I have gotten thus far:

“Allen Madding said...
Munchkin has a boyfriend! Do you own a firearm?”

That seriously cracked me up. I should add the caveat that I hate guns, hate everything about them and don’t feel like anyone should own one for any reason. Additionally, you can’t convince me otherwise, so I would encourage you to save you second amendment breath;-) But…I still cracked up over that.

Anyway, the school has dances twice a year (maybe more often for the older kids) on Friday nights. It is sort of neat how they do it…the younger kids are there like 5-8, the junior high kids like 6-10 and the high school kids like 8-12. So there is some mixing (it is a small school, everyone knows everyone.)

Well, last year, three different boys asked Munchkin if she would be their “date”. I don’t know exactly what that entails, and my guess is that the fourth graders didn’t know either, but felt like it sounded cool. She said “no” to all of them (aw…my little heartbreaker) and told her teacher that it was because there are 14 boys and only 11 girls, so if everyone had dates, then there would be three boys that went alone. Very thoughtful of her, but then she admitted to me that she thought the boys were all “icky”.

So, she has basically been pretty anti-boy until now. They are at the age where they are starting to like each other again, but she has been pretty disinterested in the whole idea. She has a couple of good friends that are boys (c’mon, she is super cute and she loves sports, how can they resist her?) but has been non-interested in the whole boyfriend thing.

That seems to have changed, though. It seems that the cutest boy in the sixth grade has taken a shine to my little nugget, and she is somewhat smitten. Maybe it is the whole “older boy” thing, or possibly she just has her first real crush, but she claims to get real nervous and blushes a lot when he talks to her. And she was positively giddy when he asked if she would “go to the dance with him.”

I think all of this is adorable. I don’t really know what 11 and 12 year olds do when they “date”, but you can be assured that these 11 and 12 year olds are a lot tamer than some of the horror stories you hear on the news. In addition, I will give you one guess which of the school parents gets asked to chaperone these dances most often…why, the coolest Mom in the fifth grade, obviously. [Oh yeah, the high school boys think I am cute…so I have that going for me;-)] So, I am going to be there.

I know the boy and I know his parents, and he really is a super nice kid. Really cute, friendly…as good a target for her first crush as anyone, I guess. Still, I am not 100% sure that I am ready for this…we shall see.