Here We Are Now, Entertain Us I Feel Stupid And Contagious

So it’s happening.

Little E is growing up, and I can tell by his less than pleasurable aroma that has been filling the house lately.

Yesterday we went to buy his first stick of deodorant. Hand to my heart we were in the pit stick aisle for no less than 10 minutes smelling every different kind while he choose his first one. Our time was doubled since each time he smelt one, Z had to have her chance to smell as well. He finally narrowed it down to two. Axe – Swagger (please no, please no) and Old Spice – Tundra. Old Spice ended up being the winner by a hair based solely on the fact that he could open and close the lid easier. I told him I wasn’t coming into the bathroom each morning to open his antiperspirant for him. I figured part of growing up and using your own deoderant should come with being able to open it yourself lol.

Anyways, he finally choose his “signature scent” and held it all the way throughout the rest of the shopping trip. Apparently the cart wasn’t safe enough for his new found piece of adulthood. I let him go through the self check out himself, although I paid for it, because he obviously isn’t toting around money for personal hygiene at this age, and he carried it like his life depended on it to the car. Little does he know how much his social life might!

As soon as we got into the car he asked to put some one and I recommended that he go home and showered first and then put it on a clean body. I had to explain that even though it smells great, it’s different than soap and he will still need to shower regularly. Well this conversation must’ve fell on deaf ears since later, after I had showered and the kids were playing after dinner, I asked him if he had showered yet. Here he is still in the same clothes and dry ashy skin, yet he has the 8 year old nerve to go ahead and say straight to my face “Yep, smell me” and shove his arm pit in my face.

Like dude. First off, nope. I never want to smell you, thanks but no thanks. But on passing yep, I did catch a whiff of Old Spice Tundra mixed with B.O. so thanks for that Little E. Now FYI just for future reference, rolling on a little deodorant does not amount to bathing. You can’t fool me. He’s adamant that he showered. I know that he didn’t. His dry skin hasn’t seen water in days. So I’m like child, how about you just go now, before this gets to real for you and you get nose deep in shit from me, and take this opportunity I’m giving you to have a REAL shower with soap and scrubbing head to toe. Lotion up when your done, and THEN roll out that fresh pit stick. The world will be a better place because of it.

So he walks out 5 minutes later, damp and REEKING of Old Spice. Felt like I just walked through a collage locker room, I was tryna catch my breath so hard. But hey. He was clean, and not smelling the least bit like body odour. So good for him.

Although I’m trying to decide if this was a win/win situation?


– Nirvana / Smells Like Teen Spirit –

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Actin All New To Me I Creep On You Like Puberty / The Struggle Continues I’ll Miss You

Little E just casually informed me he spotted some hair “down there” and pointed to his crotch.

No, this isn’t something that I ask him abut often, therefore he felt the need to inform me. However about 2 weeks ago we pulled out a book I got him a while back (I think I blogged about it…not sure) about what to expect when you go through puberty as a boy.  I remember thinking that I, being 100% female, in case you weren’t aware, had literally no clue what happens when a male body goes from boy to man.

I grew up in a house with myself, two sisters, my mom, and a fairly absent dad. At least not a dad who we discussed our changing bodies with. I didn’t kiss a guy, like really kiss a guy until high school and it went straight from kiss to like 3rd base, and yeah, he was pretty developed. I lost my virginity at 19 to a guy who was 28. E’ll be 39 next year. Like all I’m saying is I have ZERO experience with the male species before or heck even during, puberty.

Thus, the reason I got Little E a book on it. I just wanted to be prepared and have answers to questions, as well as have knowledge for situations that might not even have been a question, had the book not bought up the topic.  I remember browsing Indigo for a solid 20 minutes in the pre-teen section, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of options in this category. I didn’t want to get a book that would overwhelm HIM, but I didn’t want to get a book that left out important details that I wouldn’t have answers to. I wanted him to be prepared, but not scared, confident but not loose all innocence. I think the one mistake I made, was that I gave it to him a little to early. We read it together to start, which was something I offered and he liked the idea of bonding through “story” (oh kids, so naive), but we stopped after the first maybe 2 chapters, because things just weren’t applicable to him and he was loosing interest at the time.

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, when he was organizing his books one day and decided that because he’s 8 now, the things would apply more. One thing he had learned in those 2 chapters was that puberty can start anywhere between ages 8-12 lol. Anyways we started from the beginning again, stopping often to discuss more things, since he now had more questions and him interjecting where his life experiences now applied.

I learned all about how he’s already experienced erections (something I already assumed based on the sounds I hear coming from his room), as well as how he thinks his “pits” stink.

On the one hand, I’m glad he’s comfortable talking to me about EVERYTHING so easily. On the other hand, as a mother, I wish I never had to know certain things about my own sons body.

EVER.

But I had to also be mature about it. So when he asked what was an erection and we read about it, and he exclaimed “Oh I’ve had that when it gets strong and hard and stands up, and then you just have to wait until it goes back down”? I had to say yes without asking for any more information, and that of course every guy gets them. But then of course the book starts discussing wet dreams, which Little E didn’t quite understand, so I don’t think he’s experienced yet. I tried to explain more so that when he does potentially have one, he’s not embarrassed, and at least has an understanding of what’s happening to his body. Well, that, and he’ll know how to clean it up by himself lol.

So now he’s announced that he’s discovered hair “down there” as he puts it. And I’m just like “Oh good for you” “You’re growing up now” “That’s exciting” “Just like the book said” “Yeah, and now we know it’ll be in coming soon in so many other places too” “How do you feel”

I need to grow up.

In any case, I think now at 8 years old, Little E is more than ready for the book on puberty. It’s me at 30 who’s too immature.


-2Pac, Thug Life, Outlawz/M.O.B.-