How are baybay's made?

I know it's been a while, but it took me a loooooong time to take down my Christmas tree.  I amaze myself at how many excuses I can come up with to not do something.  I am a GENIUS!

Let me share a story that took place many moons ago...

I joke with Ad.  Probably more than I should.  I want her to enjoy life and learn to laugh things off.  I may make some off the wall answer up for some of her questions like... here it goes.  How are babies made?  Now, some of you feel comfortable talking to your kids about the birds and the bees.  However, I am not going there at the moment.  She is 7! 

When she was younger she would see prego people and wonder how the baby got in there?  How does it breathe?  How does it come out?  Should I go on.... NO!  Me being the GENIUS I am told her that a stork flew over and dropped the baby down the moms throat and when it was done cooking it popped out the belly button.  Hey, at the time I did good.  I don't mean to toot my own horn but what an imagination I have.  Yes, she will probably need therapy for that. 

That worked for a while.  Then about a year ago she asked again... How do you make babies?  I immediatly grabbed my brown paper bag and got myself together.  Actually what seemed like a 5 minute stall was more like 10 seconds.  I asked her if she wanted one or two scoops of ice-cream?  Answering a question with a question works like a charm.  She fell for it and again.  I am safe!   

Recently...

Thank you TLC for that lovely birth show you air.  You know the one where the baby doesn't pop out of the belly button.  Now you have her all screwed up.  Like I didn't do enough damage with the stork story.  For the record I didn't know she was watching that show.  I am not even going to tell you what she said.  I haven't even wrapped my head around it.

Last night at Sarah Pants baybay shower (can't wait to meet  baby Benjamin by the way) we were talking about what I should say.  By the way thank you to all my girls for laughing with me and helping me with words.  I have decided to tell her... AFTER YOU ARE MARRIED, Ad did you hear me?  AFTER YOU ARE MARRIED, Ad repeat after me.  AFTER YOU ARE MARRIED (I laugh if she becomes really good at math.  She will learn that she was a wee bit before marriage.) God blesses you.  I think that is it.  I mean the main point was AFTER YOU ARE MARRIED and as she gets older I will find my big girl pants and figure out a way to tell her more.  Maybe someone will write a book on a kid level.  There is a book for everything else.  Believe me, my mother bought them for me when I was younger. 

I figure I have about another year to think of something adult like and sophisticated to say unless TLC gets rid of that blurry spot.  Ad also told me that our TV was messed up. 

Never thought I would say that I am glad for the sensor bar aka blurry spot!!!