The much anticipated chocolate mice tutorial
is FINALLY up over at Capessa
and in other news, my 6 year old is growing breasts *breathes deeply into a paper bag*
The Hubster and I were having a few torrid moments of naughty parent time when Mira starts beating on the door screaming “Open this door and I’ll tell you what’s wrong daddy!”
When “we’ll talk later” and “go away” proved ineffective, The Hubster covered his shame and cracked the door to shoot a menacing scowl at the hysterical child. Instead of being met with appropriate slinking away, the girl then yells “MY FREAKIN LUNGS ARE HURTING!” gasp gasp “I’m going to die!” gasp gasp.
Pants were found and discussions were had. The conclusion? It’s not her lungs, it’s her chest. She’s having growing pains, boob growing pains. My baby is growing boobs.
I don’t remember getting such pains till well after 7 but I guess things happen earlier these days. Especially since we allow our children to suckle on artificial growth hormones.
When I explained what was happening she was not perplexed, confused or dismayed (aka the rainbow of emotions I went through when I found out that *I* was going to grow boobs), no the dear child jumped for joy (then shrieked in pain from the growing of the boobs). After we finished our little girls session up, she danced out of the room to go lord her eventual boobs to be over her sister, who at 5 is already pining for a rack of her own too (who’s children ARE these? Not mine I tell ya. I was horrified by boobs at their ages)
At this point, The Hubster turned to me and said “I am not ready to have daughters with boobs. There are guns to buy and attack dogs yet to train.”
If me and my sister are any indication of my daughters’ fate, we also need to start saving for breast reduction surgery. In the mean time, I’ll be praying that the big boob thing continues it’s time honored tradition of skipping a generation, sparing my girls the back strain and The Hubster a few heart attacks.
tsk tsk tsk – you shamlessly naughty parents!!!! LOL HOw dare you take time for making coffee!! LOL I am sure you have code words for it too – ours is cake…. seriously we say cake – in front of the kids. SO if either of us want real cake the other one stands there eyes all a-twinkle and has thier hopes dashed to the dirt….
As for the boobies – poor babies – I started getting boobs at 9-10 and was wearing a bra by 11. At 10 it was an A cup at 13 it as a C!!!! a C for God sake!!! my boobs went around a corner before I did!!! One thing my mom told me to do when they ‘hurt’ was a heating pad and that seemed to help – good luck hubster on the gun purchase and dog training. So glad I have my boys!!! LOL
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oh dear, time to train the attack dogs! lol
oh, the joy of growing boobs!
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Oh wow, love your posts…. kewl
i have boys, so ive no one to share boobs-angsts with, unless they grow manboobs… hmmm
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I know they say the grass is always greener- but I’ve been PRAYING for this to happen to my girls. We are “big” girls (bone structure and big hips) and to go through life as BARELY an A……well, I think I would be SO happy if this were to be happening at my house!
My mom bought me a “sympathy bra” in 6th grade- there was no way I needed one, but everyone else did. 
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Wow that is early, can it really start that soon?? I’ll have to warn my husband he wants to send the girls to the convent at age 16, I might have to tell him to plan for earlier LOL
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I personally experienced rather disturbing growing pains in my chest… Before I ever got a glimmer of a breast. So lets hope the synthetic hormones are not kicking in and this is just a little accelerated growth in your daughters rib cage…maybe. I did not end up with gigantic breasts in the end, and I was the generation that was supposed to get them. Thank God for small favors.
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I am 23 and I still don’t have boobs…but i can almost imagine being on the other side of that.
I too got my boobs in sixth grade. OH, I remember the pain associated, and back then it was horrifying to have boobs in even eight grade.
Do you like how I say “back then” like I’m an old lady?
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I don’t think I ever had boob growing pains. It was just, one day I had no boobs the next day I’m all hey I think I need a bra because I’m tired of using duct tape.
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Boob growing pains? Seriously? I don’t remember that at all.
I didn’t grow boobs til I was 15, so I’m going to hope that means I’m spared my future daughters whining about this at age six. That’s a little too much for me to cope with.
wait…why does she have boobs and i dont? This is some kind of evil terrible plot that God has against me. Now im thinking there is no God.
sigh
trisha
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I was in the 5th grade with an A cup then over the summer I went into 6th with a B cup then in 7th I was a middle C cup. I feel your daughter. I use to hurt so bad that my parents got me a water bed for the heat. From 5th Summer to 6th grade I grew so quick that I had stretch marks. I soooooooo regret saying I wanted boobs like Dolly parton when I was little! Hang in there and watch her like a hawk. I had boys calling the house for me that summer lol
Okay, Fidg…
I’m sorry, but I had to tell you that I just about peed myself when I read this post. I’m sorry for the timing (you guys deserve “naughty time”!) and I’m sorry for Mira’s pain. I can also TOTALLY comisserate about the boobs-being-too-big thing and NOT wanting to “turn into a GIRL” (I was a huge tomboy and didn’t want boobs getting in my way!)
And yet – the post was just damn funny. I actually had to PRINT it out and read it to my husband (who is feeling very empathetic with your DH right now, esp. in the attack dogs train of thought as we also have a little girl).
Timing = sucky. Issue = complicated (more for you than her, though!)
Lording your “potential boobies” over your 5 year old sister = PRICELESS!!!
Thanks for the hysterical laughter!!
-Sarah (an OLS pal!)