fertilization

Yesterday as Natalie and I were baking in the kitchen she was about to crack an egg, but gave it a little hug first and whispered, "I'm so sorry, baby chick!" (I'm going to guess that I don't need to add how freaking adorable that is...)

I told her that she didn't need to feel bad because that egg wasn't ever meant to be a baby chick.

She looked a little puzzled and asked why some eggs were meant to be baby chicks and some weren't - and how anyone knew the difference.

So, I (being the mature and all-prepared adult that I am so not!) decided that this might be a good time to start the conversation.

You know the one I'm talking about.

I explained that chickens (hens) need roosters in order to fertilize their eggs to make babies and if there is no rooster then the egg doesn't get fertilized and it's the kind of egg that we eat.

I went on to explain that all girls (animals and people) are born with eggs in their tummies. Then I continued on to explain (in super simple terms) about girls getting their monthly cycles and how it's just like the chickens getting rid of the eggs that aren't ready to be babies (because they aren't married yet, obviously) and that the eggs won't be a baby until there is a husband to fertilize it.

After asking a few questions she seemed pretty content with the conversation and we just went on baking and soon we were discussing things like volleyball, why you can see dust in the air when the sun is shining in the room, and how she taught Carter how to do multiplication.

The day went on and I had pretty much forgotten that we even had that conversation. Until...

Jeff came home from work and Natalie plopped down on his lap in front of the fireplace. He was teasing her and she was giggling when all of a sudden out of nowhere she says, "I know a secret, Daddy."

He says, "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You fertilized Mommy's egg and that's why there's a baby in her tummy now."

I sooooooooo wish I would have had a hidden camera to document the look on his face!

PRICELESS.

Wordless Wednesday

{If I had to pick one picture of each of my kids to display their personalities as best as I could, these would probably do it.}

Wordless Wednesday

::::  "Krista" is my younger (24 yr. old) sister.  ::::

{Could this be any sweeter? I think not.}

Kid Quote

From December 15, 2009:

Natalie: "Mom! When I went to teach Jack how to play this game, he already knew how to play!"

Me: "Yeah, I play it with him when you guys are at school."

Natalie: "That's amazing! He's actually learning something from you!"

Let this be a lesson to... me.

I realize that what I'm going to write about happened this last weekend, but honestly it's taken me this long to be able to laugh about it. Now you get to as well. You're welcome (in advance).

So, on Saturday Natalie and I had a "girl's day." We went out to lunch, went shopping, and we went to see Tangled in 3D. While we were shopping, I decided that Natalie could buy a candy treat to take to the movie because I'm too cheap to buy $8 popcorn. While she was pondering her endless choices in the candy isle of Target, I started to get a sugar craving. As you know (maybe you don't) I've been "off" refined sugar for the past 4 weeks, so candy is out... or is it? While I was waiting for her to make her choice seriously, she is SUCH a girl! I saw the "sugar-free" section of candy (although "sugar-free candy" seems like quite the oxymoron) and I thought, "Maybe I CAN have a little something sweet in the movie... I'm going to try it!" So, I bought these...

Perfect, right? It was so nice sitting in the theater eating these little Jelly Bellys one at at time, totally savoring each unique flavor (and even though they are sugar-free, they tasted pretty good to me because I've all but forgotten what sugar tastes like).

We finished the movie and started making our way home by way of a few thrift stores. On the drive home my stomach started cramping up a little and by the time we got home it was WAY more than a little bit. I could hardly stand up straight and I thought my stomach was going to explode it was so bloated.

Jeff could tell I was completely uncomfortable and started going over what I had eaten that day that would possibly make me so miserable. I told him exactly where and what we ate for lunch (Mucho Gusto - heavenly!) and then what I had eaten at the movies. I said that it had been hours since eating anything and this sudden pain just didn't make any sense!

I wondered if there was any way I was possibly allergic to something in the Jelly Bellys (since I've had Mucho Gusto salads a number of times before, I ruled that out and possibly because I simply refused to have something from there cause the pain as it's my FAVORITE place to eat). I grabbed the Jelly Belly wrapper from the car and Jeff and I read the ingredients...

... most of which we couldn't even pronounce (never a good sign). Then we saw it. The WARNING on the bag. What the bleep kind of candy has to have a warning on it!? (And why isn't it written bigger - ON THE FRONT of the package!?)

This is what it says, "WARNING: Consumption may cause stomach discomfort and/or laxative effect. Individual tolerance will vary. We suggest starting with 8 beans or less."

Seriously, WHAT!? 8 BEANS OR LESS!? Yeah, I ate more than 8. Come on - who eats 8 tiny Jelly Bellys and thinks, "Yes. Totally satisfied." - NO ONE except possibly my sister Jeanna, but she's kind of weird like that (love you Jeanna!). So my stomach? It totally felt it.

I didn't feel better until I woke up on Sunday morning - God bless my sweet husband who lovingly sympathized with me over the pain while laughing hysterically at the whole situation and I vowed to never eat sugar-free Jelly Bellys again. EVER.

And if you do choose to partake in those evil, gut wrenching, candy-of-doom-that-are-sure-to-cause-death, don't say I didn't warn you. Or at least don't eat more than 8 of them.