The birds and the bees

No, the boys have not asked me the magic question yet, but I can feel it coming any day. Nate and I have been playing a RPG (Role Play Game) on the computer about a zoo. We get to place animals in the zoo together and eventually baby animals are born. Nate has learned that there must be a boy animal and a girl animal and they "mate." So far, no questions for the definition of mate. What will I say? He is WAAY too young for the whole answer. His naivete and youth was emphasized for me yesterday during a silly conversation with his brother. It went something like this:

Nate: "Jacob, is Ducky Dino a girl or boy?" (Ducky Dino is Jacob's Lovey)

Jacob: "Ducky Dino is a tyrannosaurus Rex."

Nate: "But is he a girl T-Rex or a boy T-rex?"

Me: "Nate, I don't think Jacob knows the difference between boys & girls yet." (yet strangely, he knows the difference between a T-rex and an Ankylosaurus)

Nate: ponders this for a long second as if he understood the responsibility of answering one of life's more complex problems to his baby brother, and says, "Jacob, girls have (insert long pause Nate thinking deeply, me waiting with bated breath) ponytails. Boys don't. So, is Ducky Dino a girl or a boy?"

Jacob: "He's a T-Rex!"

Pregnant, or just plain fat?

I am going to make like Valerie Bertinelli and come out with it. I am getting a tiny bit fat. After Jacob, I just never lost the pregnancy pooch. It is to the point that I have had a few questions about whether I am expecting again. I seem to carry all my weight in my belly and c-sections didn't help.

It says something about the view of fat in America or my self-esteem, that I think I would prefer telling people I am 4 months pregnant rather than saying I am just plain FAT! Ok, I am motivated now, I am off to ride the exercise bike.