Today was Day One of Human Body Week here at Camp Stimey. And, as it usually goes, Day One of Human Body Week was Sex Ed and Skeletons!
We did start with some general information about bodies, including viewing the three Schoolhouse Rock videos I could find on the subject. My kiddos love those. Then I tried to impress them with fun facts about the body while Sam tried to act uninterested.
Even he thought it was cool that the circulatory system of arteries, veins, and capillaries is about 60,000 miles long. Now, I don’t actually know that this is true, but I found that factoid on the internet, so I’m assuming it is.
Then it was on to sex education!
I mostly chose to start with sex ed today because my mother-in-law is coming into town tomorrow and I didn’t want an audience for this particular presentation. My entire text for our sex ed discussion was a diagram of the female reproductive system and a diagram of the male reproductive system. I was going to post the diagrams here, but I’m pretty sure you know what they look like and I feel no need to subject you to full-frontal nudity, even of the diagrammed sort.
I know some of you were interested in how the sex ed talk was going to go, but it was incredibly anticlimactic. We talked about differences between girls and boys and how boys’ bodies change as they get older. Then I did a quick talk-through of what happens during sex—including the words “erection,” “penis,” “vagina” and the accompanying finger into fist demonstration. I know. Oy.
Then we covered how the sperm got to the egg and how the baby came out of the mother. Quinn thought the fact that women have eggs inside them was hysterical and Jack asked if we are mammals.
No one had any other questions, but I could tell Sam was thinking. I told them that Alex and I would always answer any questions they have and then we were off to the next thing.
Which was, awesomely, building a skeleton. Our skeleton looked a little evil because he is actually supposed to be a Halloween decoration. He is also not entirely anatomically correct. But he was close enough.
I had to cut out all the bones because my kids are lazy little bastards. Then Jack was the only child willing to tape up the pieces.
Sam was more than happy to shove Jack out of the way to try to take credit for building the skeleton during the photo op.
After we put him up, I tried to get my kids to name him. They refused. So I will call him Bodypotamus. Because everything is funnier with “potamus” on the end. We also wrote the names of some of the major bones on him. The only one my kids remembered was “skull.”
Weirdly, Bodypotamus only has three fingers and a thumb, which seems dumb, even for a Halloween decoration.
Tomorrow Quinn has an appointment to see his G.I. doctor, so we’re doing the digestive system. We might also do the five senses and fingerprints. Who knows? If we get really crazy, we might even do taste bud tests!
Thanks to everyone who gave me their opinion yesterday when I asked if you prefer “autistic” or “with autism.” I really learned a lot from your comments and truly appreciated hearing from each and every one of you.