Boys have a pee-nus.

I have been having some interesting conversations with my oldest son, mostly revolving around his private parts.  It surprised me how early baby boys become interested in their penis.  Basically as soon as they have any control over their arms and hands, they are touching themselves.  Seriously, it was difficult at times to even change a diaper.  Now he is 5 and it is still the topic of many of our little exchanges.

A few days ago I noticed him grabbing himself down there, on top of his shorts.  So I ask him if everything is ok down there.
"Yeah, my penis is just stuck to my balls."
"Ok, well fix it then leave it alone."
"How many balls are there?"
"Two"
"Two balls...  I think I had four when I was a little baby."
"I don't think you ever had four."
"Ouch."
"What now?"
"It hurts when you mash them."
"Well, don't do that then."
"Why does it hurt when you mash them?"
"I don't know.  I don't have them, you will have to ask your dad."

Then Josh chimes in:
"Daddy has a pee-nus, Alex has pee-nus and I have pee-nus.  We are boys.  Mommy doesn't have pee-nus and Ashley doesn't have pee-nus.  They are girls."
"Yes, Josh, that is correct."

At the pool Alex says "Mommy the water is cold."
Me "It is not that cold."
"Yes it is, get your penis in...  it is cold."
"I don't have a penis, you know that."
"Well, put the part that doesn't have a penis in the water.  It is cold."

Cooking with Pinterest.

So, it has been forever (November to be exact) since I posted anything.  I actually have several things I wanted to write about and post but just haven't done it.  I could give all the good excuses about having 3 kids and volunteering at VBS, but really I just don't like to write b/c I am so bad at it.  I like to give a little more than a one line blurb on Facebook though when I do make something I like.  Anywho, this morning I had nothing good to make for breakfast.  No eggs means no pancakes or homemade anything, because you know how I love to make things from scratch.  I did have a can of pillsbury biscuits and I remembered a FB post of a friend who made doughnuts out of them.  I went to handy dandy pinterest and voila...  lots of pins on how to do this.  So easy... basically cut a hole in the biscuit.  Don't have anything small and round?  Use the cap off a water bottle or 2 liter.  Heat some veggie oil in a pan to medium and fry these bad boys about a minute on each side.  (Mine look a little dark and I could have turned them earlier, but they tasted just fine.)  Let them cool, and dip them in melted butter and then a sugar/cinnamon mixture.  Delicious and extra sugary doughnuts!

Only four because Josh didn't want his dipped in sugar, so he ate his plain.  Weirdo.

 I take these pics on my phone and saw a few other things I have done recently... one not so successful.  But
the kids don't know how it is supposed to look so all is good.  Again, not having the desired lunch of corndogs, I saw some homemade ones on pinterest.  They were from Martha Stewart and my eyes glazed over before getting through the ingredients list.  Cornmeal, salt, sugar...  blah, blah, blah.  I can just use a box mix right?  No need to pile up dry ingredients and make a well in which to crack the egg and knead by hand.  Puh-leeze!  Weeeeeellllll, the box mix was runny, so I used 2 mixes but half the eggs and milk.  It still ran off the hotdog...  but in my defense, even the Martha's direction said to cook about 5 minutes and spoon the cornbread mixture back on the hotdog.  Whatever, this was becoming all too complicated.  I bet you can't wait to see how they turned out, huh?

The cornbread kind of rose around the hotdog in a bun like fashion, so really they turned out ok.  They actually tasted very good...  not chewy at all like the frozen microwaveable kind.  Josh (again with the bread obsession) ate off the cornbread and took a few bites of the hotdog.  Alex, my champion eater, ate the whole thing and asked for a second one.