I don't think I've ever seen an uncircumcised penis.

Neither have I. And it occurred to me the other day that here I am writing novels with English heroes born (at least thus far) in the 1780's, who are therefore operating with a somewhat different set of equipment than the type I have personal experience of. 'Course, I've yet to describe anything in a level of anatomical detail where it would matter.

I wasn't present for my sons' circumcisions

Me either. Newborns hate to be naked and ... loose. Thus the swaddling in the beginning. Plus, scary strange people handling your sensitive bits...

But, yeah - got a stanley knife and some germoline, or something along those lines, and chopped off a bit of his old fella. That's Yorkshiremen for you - stoic and independent and more than a wee bit insane.

Yee-owwwww.

While he'd never had sex with the foreskin, he'd masturbated both ways and liked with the hood better.

Now I feel bad. I guess I never thought of that. I'd be pissed off if someone had snipped any of my good-feeling parts, for sure.

Oh, Cashmere? Annabel now has a boo-boo to rival anything you've posted of Owen's. She fell coming down the ramp outside church and faceplanted on concrete. Nothing serious, but conspicuous scraping and a bit of blood across her right cheekbone and nose.

As soon as we cleaned her up and set her down, she was off and running again.

Have I mentioned I'm glad I have a girl? Have I?

Uncut cocks can be fun. Haven't seen an adult one up close and personal in 12 years, but they can be fun. So can cut. We have a friend of a friend who always threatens to show her husband's circumcision party video (they're Turkish, and it's done when they're older). I expect in some weird way, this could be defined as fun, too.

I have yet another picture to share (Arrested Development fans, take note): Steve Holt!

STEVE HOLT!

Trudy, they definitely start howling before the snippage. They howl every time they go from dressed --> undressed, even if just for a diaper change, because of the temperature difference. And most babies won't cry when their diaper is dirty until the poop cools off. It's all about the temperature.

(Vitamin K production, which does play a part in blood clotting, doesn't begin until roughly a week after birth, so the eight days thing makes sense. Every baby born in a hospital in the United States now gets a Vitamin K injection a few minutes after delivery to compensate for that first week, so the continued adherence to the eight days must be for tradition or for some other reason separate from blood clotting.)

And most babies won't cry when their diaper is dirty until the poop cools off.

True when new, but stops being true after a couple of months, at least in our case.

Lily has occasional poops that quite upset her, where by upset, I mean "send her into hysterical crying that cannot be soothed, not even by boobie."

I think it's a factor of how strong and fast it comes out. An explosive shit makes her very sad indeed, where a more laid-back dump just sits there until someone notices the container is full.

...and thus am I punished for squicking people with accounts of my father's self-administered genital surgery.

sighs

Fay, I laughed uproriously.

Plei, my ex was Turkish as well. He and his brother had them done at the same time and the family gave them presents at the hosptial.

True when new, but stops being true after a couple of months, at least in our case.

Huh. This I did not know. Once a baby's past the first four days or so of life, I know nothing about it.

Fay, that was very disturbing. And not in the usual heart-fluttering fashion, either. WindSparrow,

You're probably right...I just have watched enough movies to make myself incredibly stupid, sometimes, and you know, picture myself almost running into some guy at the store(almost literally) and as it happens I see myself explaining the story to "our" friends. Or something equally over-optimistic. And I'm not sounding very Gifted right now, am I? Lie to me, someone, and tell me you had that delusion once!ETA: Or at least, maybe I get mad self-awareness points.