Monday, October 13, 2008

Cude-y kisser

Other possible titles: "Let's Play a Game"
"Don't tell your Mom"
"We Kissed, hee hee"
"I Thought Briggs Didn't Like Girls"
"Don't Girls Have Cooties?"

Let's see, ....where to begin. Today Briggs was out of school for teacher work day. We have a new neighbor, an older woman, almost 7, who Briggs had been playing with for the last couple of weeks. Today they played outside while I was in and out of the house with Max taking a nap upstairs. I thought I was keeping a close eye on them, but apparently not close enough.

They had been playing on the swingset in the backyard, climbing the monkey bars, swinging, etc when I noticed them under the platform you climb up on to get to the slide. I could only see them from the neck down and it looked as if they were talking very seriously. She kept trying to take his hand and pull on his arm, and as I watched from the living room, I thought "I wonder what they are doing." So I walked out on the back porch to pretend to clean up and they came out and continued playing. Neither appreared too guilt ridden so I just kept a closer eye on them and actually started cleaning up outside. After a while we had to leave for the dentist, so I got a little distracted getting everyone dressed, teeth brushed, etc. until we were in the car on the way home. I asked Briggs what he and the little girl played this afternoon. At first he just said that she did not want to play any of the games that he wanted to play, like Star wars or Spy. When asked again, he replied, "she told me not to tell you."

I could have pulled the car over then and there, but I calmly replied, "we don't keep secrets from mommy and daddy." Afterward he giggled, "we kissed." To which I replied, "where?"

"On the lips," was his answer.

I really was not sure what to say. My mind was reeling. How could this happen!? I know it was not Briggs' idea, that little hussy (kidding). I didn't know if I should laugh, cry or be mad. He, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious. I stumbled around and said, "only people who are married are allowed to kiss." Yea, Yea, I know but I just did not want this to happen again. Then I tackled the more serious issue of keeping secrets from your parents and peer pressure. I stopped myself before the lecture became too lengthy and decided to let Rod deal with it when he got home.

After another discussion about keeping secrets, Rod told Briggs that when he was about his age, girls would chase him around trying to kiss him and he called them "cootie kissers." They both had a good laugh, while I sat on the couch confused and bewildered.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Pumpkin Patch Kids

Saturday we decided to go to the pumpkin patch. After driving about 50 miles, we finally arrived and went straight to the wagon that would carry us out to the pumpkin patch. The boys loved the ride and ran though the vines looking for the perfect pumpkin. Briggs said the perfect one would be orange and round. I am so glad we found one that fit that description! The boys had a great time looking at the sunflowers and running through the hay maze. Max found someone to share their marshmallows with him while I searched for him in the maze. Briggs played on the gigantic bouncy pumpkin and slid down a giant slide, while Max ate popcorn. All in all, we had a great time, despite the long drive.

Pedal Briggs!

Well, Briggs can finally ride his bike without training wheels! We really haven't had a chance to work with him much since everywhere you turn up here is sooo hilly. About a month ago though we took the training wheels off and after going to a park a few times he has finally gotten it. Thurday night while I was teaching my class, Rod told me that Briggs took his bike to the park and was able to go 10 or 20 feet. By Friday afternoon he was riding like a pro and leaving black skidmarks on the driveway. Although he is doing great, I hope that he does not attempt to go down the steep hill that starts at the top of our driveway for a long time! For now he seems content to do a little loop from the bottom of our driveway to the neighbor's driveway, but I'm sure one day his little boy brain will contoct a scheme to see if he can make it down our driveway alive. After all, boys will be boys.