Little Mia has discovered something new in the past week or so.
It started about 3 weeks ago, when she developed a fascination for Andrew's belt buckle. He'd be laying on the living room floor, and she'd crawl over and lift up his shirt to find a shiny silver belt buckle. She thought it was the shiznit.
And then 2 weeks ago, we rustled up enough money (thanks to a sweet card from Gma & Gpa and a kind stranger in IHOP) to go purchase some more board books for her. We came home with Opposites and The Belly Button Book by Sandra Boynton. *They cracked me up... so I figured Mia would like them, too.*
Anyways... I didn't notice the correlation but soon after reading the Belly Button Book, Mia began to look for a belt buckle on mommy. (and since I rarely wear a belt, I started pointing her to my belly button instead... or "be bo" as the baby hippo in the Belly Button book calls it.)
Well it turns out she's quite fascinated with mommy and daddy's belly buttons.... and tonight we discovered that translates into being fascinated with ALL belly buttons.
Our friend Jim came over to watch Heroes. Hella Awesome Show, By The Way. And Jim was sitting on the floor for a good hour while Mia crawled all around not paying much attention to him. She slowly warmed up to him and began crawling over and around him... and then... she decided to lift up his shirt to find a belt AND a bebo. JACKPOT FOR MIA!
Jim, with a rather surprised look on his face, said "What are you looking for Mia?"
And her embarrased mom had to explain Mia's new fascination.
So just beware the next time you come over... if you lay on our floor and allow the baby to play on you... your belly will be bared eventually. BEWARE THE BEBO MONSTER!
In my MANY years of blogging, I've learned a few things about subtlety. Namely, no matter how subtle you think you might be being in your blog postings... you're usually pretty easily discovered (at least by those who are close to you.)
I've hurt some feelings and let out a few secrets in my blogging days.
Lemme give you an example:
If you go back and read this post: http://delightfuldelirium.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727107634057718 from October of 2003, you'll find me ranting about how friends shouldn't ever act interested in guys that they KNOW you really really like. Now... I never used a name of the guy or the friend, but the second I posted it, my dear (now in the convent) friend...and roommate at the time...Kimmy became quite distraught that I had written such a post about her and cried a lot. She had gone out for four hours with the boy upstairs who I had a MAJOR crush on while I was out of town and I was crushed. And I took out my feelings on my blog. She hadn't even been on a date... just a friend thing... but it was too much for me to handle at that time. We eventually talked it out and felt much better... but I was highly reprimanded for posting such a thing before speaking with her.
Over the years I still managed to anger quite a few people in some of my blog rantings. Sometimes I wrote them with subtlety... sometimes I didn't.
My advice to you baby bloggers out there is to be careful what you say and how you say it... because you're more easily decoded than you think.
I've always had fairly strong convictions about lots of things. Especially the big things like sex-before-marriage, contraception, drinking alcohol, etc.
As I've gotten older my convictions on all of those things have changed and rearranged and taken precedence and taken less importance... but I've always had some sort of conviction about them.
Today's blog is about sex. Prepare yourself.
I don't understand these itty bitty youngsters that are having sex. I don't think I even knew what sex was at the age of 11 or less... and there's no way I was considering participating in it by that age even if I knew what it was. And it makes me wonder why these kids are engaging in sex so early? And what made me be NOTHING like those kids?
I don't remember ever having any serious sit down talks with my parents about how sex was sacred or sex was for marriage. And CCD back in the day surely wasn't explicit enough to discuss the importance of sex. Maybe I was just naive... or maybe I was just lucky enough to grow up in a guarded environment that kept me that way for a long time.
But even once I knew what sex was... and even once I was a senior in high school with a very serious (or as "serious" as you can really be in high school) boyfriend, sex was still not something I would have even considered. It wasn't an option for me. Where did I get that? And how do I give that to my daughter?
Now... college was a different story. Living with three sorority girls my freshman year opened my eyes or rather ears to a whole lot of things that I had never really even heard girls talk about before. As far as I knew at that time, pretty much all of my high school gal pals were still virgins or were at least pretending to be that way around me. And the naivety started to peel off a bit. And that's when I had to start thinking harder about WHY I wasn't going to have sex until I was married and WHY it was something that was important to me.
And then about my Sophomore year I came up with a metaphor that helped me sort things out a bit. To me sex was like a Ocean to someone who really loved the water. As a young person, you start out in the middle of the island...and you may encounter a puddle or two of water... maybe a small fishing pond... eventually a lake... but the closer you get to the coastline... the farther from the center of the island you walk, the harder it gets to turn around. And once you've reached the Ocean... there's no turning back. You've seen it. You've swam in it. Your first experience with the Ocean, good or bad, is something you will live with forever. And I wasn't ready to dive in.
Was I tempted? Yes. Did I get myself into relationships and situations that could have easily ended at the Ocean? Yes. Did I push my boundaries farther than I thought I ever would? Yes... but always... ALWAYS... by the grace of God, I remembered my metaphor, and I stopped. Because in my eyes the Ocean was the end all-be all. It was the perfection of what water could truly be... it was the beauty that I only wanted to share with one person. And even if I was 99.99% sure I was with that person... I wouldn't go to the Ocean until I was 100% sure.
I guess the moral of this story and perhaps the whole point of hashing these things out is to share and reflect on how incredibly grateful I am that I waited. Knowing that I've shared something with Andrew and he with me in a covenant relationship with no guilt, no regrets, and no disappointment is one of the greatest feelings in the world, and it's a feeling that I would not trade for anything else. Thanks be to God for being with me for 26 years and leading me to the man that I could finally share my whole self with.
“The human body includes right from the beginning…the capacity of expressing love, that love in which the person becomes a gift – and by means of this gift – fulfills the meaning of his being and existence.” (Pope John Paul II, Theology Of the Body, Jan 16, 1980)
My brother Tom told me a few years ago that I was always having hair-brained ideas when I was a youngster. I thought they were creative and fun... and thus I shall take the days when I have nothing to blog to elaborate on some of them.
Hair Brained Idea #1
Age: 10 or 11 Grade: 5th
Early in my elementary days, I was always being forced to go to my big brother's basketball games. I had no idea that basketball could be interesting and I was much more into girly things like barbies and kittens and dancing. So my highlight of their basketball games was watching the High School Dance Team (The Indianettes) perform at half time.
Because I so enjoyed watching the dance team... I decided I would create one of my own to perform in our music class's annual talent show. So I rustled up my great friends... I think that first year it was Kay, Chrissy, Erin, and Katie maybe... and we performed to the song "Lollipop" in front of our whole class. We all wore our D.A.R.E. t-shirts so we would match. And boy were we dorky and cute.
Just to let you know... this small hair-brained idea eventually turned into a bigger hair brained idea named- "Infinity"- a dance group of 5 to 7 fairly unpopular girls that practiced together (at the Andale City Tennis Court) for most of junior high... but that's for later blogs.
Last weekend after dinner with my parents on Saturday evening, Andrew and I had Mom and Dad drop us off at the grocery store so we could run in and get things for breakfast Sunday morning. Grandma and Grandpa were kind enough to stay in the car with Mia, so Andrew and I could make a quick round in the store.
And it was strange.
I walked into the supermarket with my husband but without my baby, and we held hands... and it was like this sudden awakening that "Wow... it's so rare that we are alone together anymore."
Just the simple act of Andrew grabbing my hand made me remember how much I love and need him. (It's not that I'd really forgotten that-- but it seems we spend so much time playing with Mia and carting her from here to there, and just being parents... that we sometimes forget to just be our regular lovey dovey selves.)
And, frankly, it was neat.
I never realized that holding my husband's hand while walking through the grocery store could be such a powerful experience.
Now Andrew has decided that this Friday evening will be date night for us... so YEAY!! An evening out w/o my little one will be great (though I always miss her when she's not there)!
First off... where did Nov. 4th go? Yesterday went SOOOO quickly, that I must say I have failed at NABLOPOMO already. Oh well.. such is life. I shall start anew today.
We actually had a very busy weekend. We went to visit Ma & Pa Friday and Saturday and yesterday we headed to Hillsboro for a 40th Birthday Party with a bunch of crazy Mennonites. (does that seem like an oxymoron to anyone else?)
All of that is actually an aside, because spending the afternoon with about 30 conservative mennonites made me think a lot. Life as they live it seems simpler to me.
Their world is full of so fewer distractions than ours. And their community is much stronger. No TV. No radio. No internet. All of those things yields a LOT more time for visiting and bonding. (It also leaves a lot of room for idle chatter and gossip... which is something I'm sure they must struggle with... but I think the pros must outweigh the cons.)
You know, I experienced that in the Daisy House too. We never had a TV in our main living room, and that is where we spent MOST of our time. And the friendships that we built when there wasn't something distracting all of us from each other are priceless.
I don't know. I just wonder if our world would have a greater sense of community if we didn't spend so many mindless hours in front of the tv. I can attest to the fact that I get a whole lot more stuff done when the TV is off. I also find conversations with Andrew a lot more fruitful when the TV isn't on. It seems my husband is incapable of multitasking other than to say he agrees even if he has no clue what I've asked him. Hee hee...
Food for thought I guess. Could you go a week without any TV at all?
I think this blog shall be reminiscent of the old days of Delightful when things were a little more argumentative. Sue me for not being like that lately... I mean, I have a kid now... and not nearly as much time to write down all the things that confuse, anger, or delight me, for that matter.
I do not like, support, or approve of the Death Penalty as a sentence for any crime committed in the United States.
I realize this is a fairly bold statement considering some of the maniacs that run around this country committing heinous crimes... but I just think killing someone is not really going to fix anything. The fact is that most people put on death row end up having enough appeals that they cost more than a life sentence would... so the cost argument doesn't really pertain. But it's much more than that for me.
Maybe it's my need to try and see the glass half full, but I would rather keep someone in prison their whole life and give them a chance to "see the light" or understand their wrong or repent, than I would see them put to death. That solves nothing. It doesn't bring back the person or people they killed... it just takes away another life and adds to the death toll.
And that brings me to another subject that Andrew and I were discussing in the car a couple weeks ago. Who is responsible for the death of the person killed on death row? Is it the person with lethal injection? the person who flips the switch? or is it the person who gave the order to do so? Or is the judge who sentenced? Or the jury who reccommended it? Or the public who allowed it to be legal? Who is responsible for that death?
Of course the easy answer and the one that I expect most of you to give is "the criminal is responsible". But that's not right, because 9 times out of 10, if he had his choice, he wouldn't have chosen punishment by death. And he highly likely wasn't thinking about the fact that he might get killed for killing someone when he did it (which is why the Death Penalty also doesn't work as a detterent to crime.)
I dont' know... they're some thoughts for you to ponder for the evening.
And if NaBloPoMo has its way, I'll be back with a new post tomorrow... God willing.
Inspired by my college friend and cohort at the J-school Steph, I have decided to participate in National Blog Posting Month or Nablopomo for short http://nablopomo.ning.com/. That means you're going to hear a lot from me this month... in theory.
I shall begin with pictures that crack me up. Last weekend Andrew and I watched the KU game with Val and her parents. The reason KU did so well had a little to do with Mia wearing a sweet KU outfit:
And when things got a little scary in the last quarter, she gave the opposing team this face, to scare them off: