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disease-danger-darkness-silence replied to your post “farmkid moment”

I was a total nudist until like eleven or twelve. I think most kids grow out of it before then, but I also thing the Nudist Phase is pretty normal. Also, plus side: child is not ashamed of their body?

Oh yeah, she’s fine– and she’s actually way less of a nudist than most of the kids of my acquaintance. She’d just been allowed to go skinny-dipping in the pool in the backyard, before her bathtime. Which is maybe what made it even funnier– she’d been fully nude for like, an hour and a half by that point. 

Her best friend’s mom has been trying with mixed success to enforce a bare minimum rule of wearing underpants, at least, in the front yard in their little suburban neighborhood. Farmkid is usually amenable to wearing clothes, though sometimes she insists on pajamas at inappropriate times and suchlike (which, like, also super normal so whatever) and actually asked permission to forego the bathing suit for the pool visit.

Interesting sidenote: Children of that age learning about social distancing and mask-wearing– Farmkid and her friends have had slight difficulty with the concept of estimating six feet, but have not had any forgetful moments and have been really obedient about keeping their masks on when told to. FK and her BFF (who are in the same quarantine circle) will take their masks outside with them and put them on if they want to talk to people, and then take them off when playing solo together, and then will remember to go retrieve them and put them on again if another visitor comes they want to talk to. (A lot of people come by the farm during CSA pickups, especially, and most of them are people FK has known her whole life and is delighted to see.)

kasiganthia

idk bellybuttons can be pretty scandalous :)

That’s true! That’s true. 

elvashayam replied to your post “fuzzy eyelids”

fellow hypermobile, all my sympathies!! my shoulders also sublax if i sleep on them. the most comfy way for me to sleep is on my back (which i can actually do now that i have a cpap machine praise the spirits) because literally any other position means bad pain days to follow. a firm mattress is the very definition of hell tbh!

For a while last night I lay on my face on the carpet on the floor so I’d be in the full stream of air from the fan pulling air in from the hallway window. 

I almost fell asleep there. It’s approximately the same hardness as the mattress. I considered it, and it was only because the wool was scratchy that I bothered getting up into the bed.

I’m too fat to lie facedown, I’ve got too many lumps and bumps so my spine ends up curved. If I lie on my back, my butt makes my spine  have to curve as well– I don’t even have much junk in my trunk, but even a flat ass of sufficient size makes that tricky. IDK what kinds of pillows I’d use to correct for that.

I mean, ideally, I’d sleep on a yielding surface, but like. One makes do.

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bomberqueen17:

so we were supposed to have a Family Dinner at my mom’s house but the weather was bad, so. i took Farmkid over there after her school let out early for the snow day, and she and I are sleeping over.

we’ve had a lovely time with mom and dad, and that’s great, but she really wanted me to sleep in the other twin bed in the room with her, and that’s fine but now i’m in a twin bed next to a six year old who breathes like, well, a six-year-old asleep.

she’s fast asleep and there’s a nightlight so i can tell she’s uhhhhh well i’m not sure what position this is, under all the blankets, but it really looks like she’s got her face, chest, and knees on the pillow and then just her hind end in the air, under six layers of goosedown and whatever, and it is hilarious

also by request, my mother made her an old-fashioned flannel nightgown and so she’s velcro’d to the flannel sheets in flannel-on-flannel, and i don’t know how that’s going but so far it seems great. the flannel is gray with pink and peach cats playing with yarn, and at the neck yoke and sleeve cuffs it’s ornamented with hot pink nylon lace. it’s called Fashion, look it up.

“I don’t like it,” she said solemnly. “I LOVE IT.”

The wifi here is spotty but I managed to get a photo off my phone to demonstrate.