What to do....

Logan is my beautiful, blue eyed baby boy...here lately though, he's discovered parts of himself, and I'm not overly sure what to do about that.

The other day, he's walking around the house with his hands in his undies...."Logan, what are you doing?" I say, to which he responds, "I'm playing with my balls." OMG..."Logan, why are you playing with your balls?" "Because, Mommy, There's 2 beans in there." Oh gee...."Logan, those aren't beans, they're your balls, stop playing with them." "But mommy, I like them."

Okay...he likes them. *sigh* I guess in some way, shape or form guys just LOVE to play with themselves. After all, how many times do you see a man constantly jiggling his "junk" in public places? It's a common fact that men just like to touch it, but not my baby boy!!!! I'm at a complete loss as to what to do about all of this, and Brian's response? "It's normal...leave him alone." Okay...it's normal for you because you have them...to me it's gross. I don't want you playing with your package in front of me, and I certainly don't want to see my baby doing it. I am not looking forward to the "exploratory" years. I don't think my innocent sensibilities can handle it. ;)

On another note, Logan is so adorable, (when he's not playing with his "beans"). Every night we read the kids stories before bed. It's my little way of insuring that books will be a part of their lives. Well, Logan loves the Very Hungry Caterpillar. So, he's memorized it! Well, the other night, Logan tells Brian, "No, daddy! I will read it to you!" So, I grab my camera, which has a video camera built in and recorded him "reading" his book! He's so clever, and he gets so excited about everything. Maybe I have a little actor on my hands, who knows? I just know that he's so cute, and I so enjoyed his little reading session! :)

So, my daughter wants to dance. She's so cute, every time music comes on, she's up twirling on her toes. She's the most precious thing I've ever seen. We're currently looking into dance classes for her. Well, this morning, they were showing a commercial for the Russian Ballet doing Sleeping Beauty, and Kylee goes..."OH MOMMY!!! Badderinas!!!" Awwwwww! Logan exclaims from behind her, "Kylee! It's you!" (he's very supportive of his sister's dancing aspirations) So, now I'm wondering if Kylee is too young to be taken to a ballet, maybe I should start smaller, eh? I can not wait until the day I am watching her perform her little recitals. I never got to do that sort of thing, rather, I put on little recitals in my living room for my grandma. :( I miss those days. Grandma was wonderful because she bought me tap shoes, and ballet shoes, even if I wasn't in the actual class. I used to LOVE to tap across her hard wood floors, and even if my "dancing" wasn't exactly structured or good, she always clapped and hugged me and supported me. Now, it's my turn to support my daughter. Even if she decides that dance isn't what she really wants to do, and ice hockey is...I'll enjoy just being there to cheer her on from the sidelines!

I guess in some ways it's okay to live vicariously through your children? We were too poor to afford proper dance instruction, or art lessons, or gymnastics, so we often attempted our own little antics. But I'd like to be able to provide those lessons for my kids, the real lessons.....I think it'll be like a dream come true for me to see my baby girl in a tutu, and to watch my little boy running down a field chasing a ball. :)