  Here in Houston, spring has sprung. It's the most lovely time of year here, the spring. I always tell people to spend their falls in New Mexico and springs near the ocean (for me, that's Houston, but I bet Florida or Mexico's gulf coast is even better). Lots of puffy ocean clouds, afternoon thunderstorms, but best of all, balmy warm 70s, sometimes 80s every day.
Since this is my first chance in a long, long time to wear scanty springish/summer clothes (since I've got my girlish figure back from the dark reaches of pregnant body land), I've been celebrating the sprung spring with tight little spaghetti strapped tops. I like to layer one over the other and wear it with my pilates pants (basically, yoga pants). When I put one of these tops on the other day, Aidan said, Mom! You're not wearing a shirt! And again yesterday as I took him to school, Aidan said it. The thing is, he sees me without a shirt on all the time . I'm a huge believer in Margaret Mead's message that sexual angst comes from our society's shame we impart on our children. I'm not about to give my son a sense of bodily self-doubt. I've read in Dr. Sears that lots of children have their own naturally occurring sensitive about their body stages, and if he does this, I'll be happy to follow his lead. Until then, nudity reigns in our home! Well, it's not like we walk around naked all the time. Largely because I still sleep with Ellie and she nurses at night, but partly because I've always enjoyed it, I don't sleep with a shirt on. Aidan will come tumble around in bed with us when he wakes up and that's never odd. Aidan likes to come splash his hands in my bath water when I take a long bath, and he's never said anything about nudity then, either.
Our house is so tiny that there really is no such thing as a sense of privacy, and to be honest, I like that (my cousin Shannon once said the boys in Colorado wouldn't have been able to conceal their bomb-making from their parents if they hadn't lived in giant suburb houses) a lot.
My bedroom is on the circuit, and often Aidan and Ellie blow through making rounds while I'm getting dressed. Again, no Mom! no shirt! comments. My mom thinks this may be an early sign that Aidan could be a conservative. I know she's joking, so please read this with snickers. She says Aidan's expressing his early feelings of the rightful amount of cloth that should be over a woman's body. Let's hope not. A friend of ours said she would have to start pretending to be a conservative around her daughter so that when her daughter needed to rebel from her mom's values she wouldn't turn conservative herself! I've given this more than a little thought... 
