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I’m starting to feel like our home is slowly coming together. Maybe it’s the hand-prints on the walls?   Perhaps it’s the toothpaste that’s found it’s way down the side of my bathroom sink? It’s probably that it’s been an entire month and I haven’t woken up yet. I.E: this can’t be a dream!

I have several posts in the works at the moment. One thing I’ve come to realize about myself as a blogger is that I’m never going to be the “post a day” type. I just hope what I do manage to get written is good enough to keep you guys around!

I had fallen woefully, woefully behind on my Google Reader and I follow so many amazing bloggers on twitter that I began to feel like I was drowning. But then….then IT happened!

Valentine’s day is right around the corner and this year my darling dh decided to spoil me rotten. He bought me a Nook Color and I am absolutely, completely and utterly in love with it. I spent time yesterday and today reading through one exceptional blog post after another while doing laundry and dishes! (You know you are a talented nerd when you can load a dishwasher and read at the same time).

The point is that I was reminded, yet again, what an amazing group of bloggers I’m following and I just want to say: Keep it coming!

I have had an unbelievably busy week but, while I did not have time to comment, I was able to read through a bunch of this weeks Red Writing Hood  submissions (while folding laundry, lol) and DAMN, girls. This week’s prompt produced some seriously dynamite writing! I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to participate (again).

Ah well, I have to get offa here. Today I’m going driving. I can take my drivers test this month if I want to and I’m sooooo nervous that just thinking about it hurts my head. Thankfully I have a friend who enjoys long drives so today I’m driving in the rain and going to work on parking. Dreadful “reverse 3point” parking. UGH.  On the plus side, she’s bringing her daughter to spend the night which is wonderful because I do not get to hang around my God-daughter often enough.  She’s really growing into such a fantastic young lady.

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Please Watch Your Language: A Plea for Compassion

I was thinking this morning about language and activism. I have written several posts about my views on circumcision. I’ve also been reading other people’s take on it and, as with any point of contention, I see a lot of heated discussions that devolve into what amounts to a lot of wordy name-calling.

One of the things that concerns me about intactivist language is the tendency to say things that cannot be construed any way but as an attack. I’m not talking about the concept of being anti-circumcision offending people or people taking offense at the wording of the truth. I’m talking about statements that anyone would take as a personal attack. “You’re a child abuser”. “You don’t deserve to have children”. “You sexually abused your son”. Etc and so forth. I don’t find these to be constructive arguments.

While it is impossible to argue for the genital integrity of children without offending people, it IS possible to word ourselves in such a way that doesn’t call into question our own characters. I don’t feel we should dumb-down the truth in an effort to smooth feathers and appease people’s sense of justification. For example, I will continue to insist that circumcision, whether performed on a boy or a girl, is mutilation. Why? Because that is what it is! Pure and simple truth, that. But I am not going to look a mother in her face and tell her that the decision she made out of a genuine concern for her child’s well-being was because she’s a closet pedophile. I think the truth is difficult enough to swallow, you know?

The reality is that nobody wants to come to the realization that a choice they made was hurtful and irreversible. Nobody wants to have to admit to themselves that they didn’t think it through well enough or that their child may some day resent or regret the choice they made. While I do feel we need to be honest, frank and completely clear in our message, I also feel that we need to do so out of a place of love, concern and compassion. Most people are seeking to do what is best for their children and no mother in her right mind wants to bring harm to her child. We have to remember that people are going to have intensely emotional responses to our intactivist message without being personally insulted or having their humanity questioned. We are not doing ourselves or our societies future children any favors by being utterly cruel.

Just sayin’.


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Snow Days and Peanut Butter Cookies.

Yesterday was right out of a book or a movie. It was just a wonderful day and I can’t say that anything out of the ordinary or particularly exciting happened, either.

It had snowed the night before (big, loud Thundersnow!!) and schools were closed. Morgan and Abigail spent the entire day playing their hearts out. There was very little fighting and lots and lots of laughing. Of course, they went outside and turned themselves into little snow people.  While they were doing that I made peanut butter dough and when they came in, they helped me roll up the cookies and bake them.

I took lots and lots of pictures yesterday but I can’t find the little usb connecter for the phone so you’ll have to wait to see them. I know, weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Ethan was particularly busy yesterday. He is at that toddler stage where he is SO cute but SO exhausting. I love this age, I really do. It seems that every day he learns or discovers something new. This isn’t always a good thing. Yesterday he discovered that, in theory, the pantry shelves are climbable. One second he was upstairs playing with his sisters, the next thing I know he’s climbing shelves in the kitchen, stark naked and squealing. I got a picture of one of the 300 times I found him in the middle of the kitchen table, even. He loves to climb up there and just hang out. He had his sister’s pink snow cap on, gangster style, too. Too cute!

Even the animals got in on the action yesterday. Morah (2yr old kitty) was so playful. She didn’t want to warm up to Twinkle (6mo old kitten) until she realized that Twinkle really likes to play. Now they are buddies and were chasing each other all over the house yesterday. Freyjah (7yr old dog) kept trying to play with them and chase, too, but neither cat was having any of that. I swear to you, Freyjah actually “huffed” in frustration when she gave up.

Have I mentioned how much I love my dog? Abigail stuck a blanket and my wrap-shawl through her collar to “make her pretty” and then stuck an elastic headband around her head, right on her ears. To picture this, you must imagine a big purple shawl that is bigger than the dog, plus a baby blanket, stuffed through a choke-style collar. What did Freyjah do? She looked at me with this long-suffering expression, huffed and went along with “the game”. Sometimes I think we should have named her Nana, like from Peter Pan. I’m tempted to buy her a bonnet, hehe. Unfortunately, the girls would be so delighted with it, I’m not sure I’d ever be able to convince Freyjah to come back in the house.

All in all, it was a lovely day. It’s snowing today, too, so Morgan is off again and the Abby is in attention heaven.

Oop, there goes the dryer’s buzzer, time to get back to being a Domestic Goddess. :)

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Whose Choice, Again?

Well, I’ve certainly had my “rage-meter” triggered this morning.

For anyone who is not aware, San Francisco is proposing a ban on the routine practice of circumcising little boys.  This has caused quite an uproar and I posted a video (made by freedom0speech) the other day, which addresses some of the issues raised by this.  This morning, in my inbox, was an invitation to read and follow along a thread at the bottom of this article by Robert Carry.  I can’t even get through all of the ignorant, small minded ridiculousness of the comments.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are good comments and there are sincere “I don’t know about this” comments but there are also a lot of utterly unbelievable, mind-bogglingly blinded, stupid comments.

People, I understand that there are a lot of reasons a person might defend cricumcising little boys, particularly if, as a parent, they’ve made the decision for their son or sons. I understand the fact that for some, the concept of making the circumcising of little boys illegal (barring medical reasons) is a shocking and even offensive idea.

That said, it’s really time we put on our grown-up pants, take a step back and look at the one truth that will make or break the argument for this legislation.

It doesn’t matter, for this exercise, that just as many baby boys die every year from complications related to circumcision as do from SIDS in the same neonatal period.

It doesn’t matter that removing the foreskin of a newborn baby boy translates to a fully grown man missing 10-20 inches of the most sensitive tissue on his penis.

It does not matter, for the sake of this discussion, that male circumcision has been linked to erectyle disfunction, painful erections and premature ejactulation.

For the sake of this article, I’m not even going to talk about the fact that up to 50% of infants who go through this mutilating procedure are NOT given anesthesia.

And finally, I’m not going to go into detail about the permanent, irreversable damage done to male genetalia when the protective mucosa barriers are removed.

Why not? Because none of these points matter when it comes to whether or not I support the legality of circumcision.

The question we need to be asking ourselves when considering whether or not to support this legislation is whether or not we have the right to make this choice for our sons.

Many would point out that we make medical, potentially harmful, decisions for our children routinely, from the time they are born. That is true, we certainly do.  However, we are not talking about a medically beneficial or necessary procedure. We are talking about a cosmetic procedure performed on a healthy part of the male anatomy that has NO medical benefits that justify it’s routine practice on all baby boys. A procedure that has been repeatedly denied medical benefit even by the prevailing medical authorities, such as the American Academy of Pediatrics. The only 100% true “justification” that exists for the routine circumcision of infant boys is the idea that cancer in the foreskin cannot happen if there is no foreskin. I’d love to get a picture of my pediatrician’s face when I ask him to please remove the mammary glands from both of my daughters so that they never have to worry about breast cancer.

That has got to be on of the most ridiculous lines of reasoning I have EVER heard. It doesn’t even make sense.  Tired of breaking your toes from stubbing them?  Here’s a solution: Get a foot amputation! No more broken toes and the BEST part is, you can’t get foot cancer!

Circumcision is a procedure looking for a medical justification. It is the only amputative surgery that we, as parents, are allowed to choose for our children on the basis that it will save them from a big fat fucking MAYBE crisis, years down the line.

Allow me to put this in perspective for you: YOUR SON IS MORE LIKELY TO DIE FROM MALE BREAST CANCER THAN HE IS TO GET CANCER OF THE PENIS. That is a medical fact and if you don’t wish to take my word for it (and you SHOULD look into it yourself) LOOK IT UP.

If I’m making you angry- GOOD. Get angry. Be offended. Prove me wrong. Start doing some research.

But while you are doing that, remember this: You are talking about slicing off a piece of your son’s genitals. You wouldn’t dream of doing that to your daughter. You wouldn’t dream of slicing off his ear, his pinky toes or paying for cosmetic surgery for his nose so that he had “daddy’s nose”.  For God’s sake, THINK about what is being done and what it is we are attempting to justify.

It is illegal to perform a simple prick on a little girl’s clitoris for religious reasons. This practice is illegal because it violates her human rights to integrity and autonomy over her own body. Please explain to me how drawing a single drop of blood should so rightfully horrify and offend all of us but completely removing a vital part of our son’s genitals should be just as rabidly and mindlessly defended?

The ONLY argument for or against cicumcision’s continuing legality is the one that adresses the human rights issue. We are not talking about a defect, we’re talking about a normal, functioning part of the human body. When it comes down to it, all of the other arguments I can think of against circumcision merely support the position that it’s a human rights violation. All of the arguments for the supposed “benefits” of circumcision do not in any way address the issue that a non-consenting minor is having their penis chopped up. Not a single “benefit” to this procedure justifies the extreme nature of this socially acceptable barbarism- a fact which is proven simply by acknowledging that the exact same justifications that are used for circumcising little girls (even the clipping or pricking without any permanent damage!) didn’t and never will hold any water.

Mutilating, slicing, cutting, whatever you choose to call it- it’s still being done to a BABY who cannot consent to or even conceive of what is being done to him. The simple fact remains that THERE IS NO JUSTIFICATION for genitally mutilating an infant, child or ANY person against their will. The ONLY person who has the right and authority to make that choice is the person to whom that body part belongs. PERIOD.

Circumcision is a choice- just not one we parents have a right to make. I would go straight to jail if a wandered into a bar, tied a man to a bar-stool and stripped and sliced off his foreskin. No sane person would justify me doing that. It stands to reason then that the social acceptance and even endorsement of doing this exact same thing to a infant is depraved, disgusting and deplorable.

Harsh? Yes.  Sometimes the simple truth of an issue is a stark wasteland of painful reality.  The question is, are we up to the  task of making a change?  Can we admit our mistakes and move on to stop this atrocity from occurring?  I think we can.  I know we can.  It starts with you, with me and our children.

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Little Monsters Take Over

Honestly, I don’t know whether to be frustrated or just laugh. We’ve lived her for 2weeks and it’s already apparent that three little beasts live here.

There are two clearly defined hand-prints on the bathroom wall. I found another this morning in the kitchen. There are faint chalk lines (PINK ONES-Abby) on the living room wall, three different patches of pencil scribblings (Ethan), various scratches on the dining table (we’ve had it less than a week), salad dressing spot on the carpet (Morgan) and of course, dry-erase marker on Ethan’s bedroom door (Ethan but only because Abby gave him the marker!). I’m certain there is more but I haven’t exactly gone hunting for the ones mentioned here. I also managed to scratch the kitchen wall with my ring this morning while pulling something out of the oven.

You’ll notice that most of the above mentioned little problems are with the walls. Note to self: when doing home projects DO NOT, on pain of death, use flat matte paint. I HATE that kind of paint. It’s the only kind of paint on the walls right now which, as you probably know, is impossible to clean without removing patches of the paint itself. I don’t know about other people, but I use my stove every day. I cook, from scratch, at least one meal every single day. Usually three but at the very least one. This means that the matte paint wall right next to my stove is already disgusting looking, despite me trying to wash it. So one of my first major projects in this house is going to be to repaint everything. This will, of course, be great fun. I just have to go through the agonizing process of deciding which room to start in and what colors to paint it.  Ok, so it’s only agonizing because the pure fun of decorating my house is painfully amazing.  PAINFULLY.

I actually have a list of “house projects” already started. We have a deplorable lack of shelving/cabinet space. That’s going to be a work in progress but one of the first things I’m going to do to improve my kitchen is get a ceiling rack for hanging my pots and pans. I’m also going to get my hands on a pantry cabinet. Oh, but before I do any of the big projects? I’m going to replace the towel rack and the stupid effing toilet paper holders. ::hiss:: I hate them. You cannot pull off a piece of toilet paper without pulling the stupid thing right off the damn wall. The design seems clever at first, really. Until you actually use it. It’s so bad that one of my friends told me she dislikes using the bathroom at my house because she feels like she breaks it every time! The towel rack in the upstairs bathroom is only moderately better. I have only dropped it on my head twice since moving in. >_<

My couch set is supposed to be delivered Wednesday. After that gets here I am thinking we will be a lot more comfortable. I’m hoping to get the baby gate installed shortly and with that, will come a little bit more manageability with regards to keeping the mess down. Ethan is 17mo old-smack in the middle of “destructo-baby” stage. In fact, as I look to my right, into the kitchen, what do I see? All of my baking bowls and strainers. Why do I buy toys, again?

I guess, in the end, I’m not all that frustrated. Certain things come with the territory of having children and marks on the walls and scratches on the table are among those things. One of my friends suggested that they were making the home their own and that is certainly true. Ethan cannot be expected to just magically know he’s not allowed to scribble on the walls, after all. Abigail knows better but since her chalk has been confiscated for the forseeable future, I don’t anticipate any more incidents any time soon. Overall, I’m just happy that they are happy here.

With that said, I’d better get back to keeping the walls standing. I hear devilry happening upstairs. :)

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Circumcision: A Choice?

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Spinning Right ‘Round…

I am writing today from the comfort of my new dining table. Boy is it nice to have a place to sit down that isn’t my bed!

There are times in life where I’ve felt stuck in a rut, like time is dragging by very slowly. Right now is not one of those times. Right now things are changing so fast I feel like I can barely keep up!

For one thing, Abigail is, quite suddenly, weaned. I admit it, I’ve had enough. Her mouth is big enough and her latch lazy enough that it had become a nightly torture session for me and not something I was enjoying in the slightest. For her, it had become a comforting habit that she didn’t need and wasn’t benefiting either one of us (I’ve been dry for close to a year). She is almost 4years old, it was time. She’s not terribly happy about it but it’s been easier than I expected. We have some new night-time routines, now that we no longer live with MIL, that are stuck to and enforced and I think that’s helping. I’m trying to encourage both of my girls to not need me to sit in there with them. I know some parents cherish that time of day but me? Nope. I hate it. I hate being locked in a room, uncomfortable, in the dark, for God knows how long. I don’t mind bedtime stories, snuggles, hundreds of kisses and even a “I need a drink” or two but after that, lights out, goodnight, door shut. We are not quite there yet, though, lol. At this point I’ve managed to get both of them to lie down and go to sleep without me physically in the bed with them. Instead, I have to lie on the floor where they can both see me. It’s a start!

Ethan is in the middle of a growth spurt, I think. He is always eating and lately he’s been downright crabby (for him). He just cut in two new teeth and I would not be surprised if there was another set working their way in. Teething just always gives him a hard time. My only real “complaint” about this little guy is his apparent intention to give up napping. Momma is not too happy about this. He gets “play time” in his bed, in his room and today I think he might have slept for a whole 15minutes. Why? Why do my children not like sleeping? Don’t they know how wonderful it is!

Morgan is doing quite well in school, despite how much she says she dislikes it. She did get a poor grade on one math test but when I looked it over, I discovered that was only because she didn’t understand the directions. Her math was perfect and had she followed the directions she would have gotten 100%. So we’re working on that but I’m pleased with her progress.

We did finally get our dining set and now we’re waiting for our sofa/chair combo to arrive. It will be nice to feel like we have actually moved in instead of just kind of staying here for a while. Every day it feels a little bit more real. I’ve stopped waking up confused about my location. As frustrating as the days can be, it’s wonderful to be here and I feel an overall sense of giddiness whenever I think about the fact that this is my house. Eeeeheee!!

Dh starts school in a few days and I know that things are going to be completely insane for a good long time after that. I’m very glad we bought a house and moved out but I know he didn’t really feel like he got a “Winter break” at all. Cuz, well, he didn’t. I’m extremely grateful this is his last year but I’m sure my feelings of elation over that don’t even touch his. Overall, though, I’m looking forward to this year. We all feel much less oppressed here and we’ve got some excitig things going on. So yay for 2011!

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Masculine or Feminine?

~I have no idea who to credit for this.  I received it this morning in my e-mail and it made me laugh so I wanted to share.

A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

‘House’ for instance, is feminine: ‘la casa.’
‘Pencil,’ however, is masculine: ‘el lapiz.’

A student asked, ‘What gender is ‘computer’?’

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men’s group decided that ‘computer’ should definitely be of the feminine gender (‘la computadora’), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine (‘el computador’), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.


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Real Friends!

Yesterday was awesome. I mean, Tony surprised me by bringing home Sushi from one of our favorite places (and Sashimi!!!! Yay!!!!), the kids were mostly well behaved, I had a really productive day yesterday and I received hundreds of birthday wishes from so many different people!  The latter made me really think about how important to me my internet connections are.

Personally, I think online friendships are underrated.  I think we don’t take them seriously enough most of the time.  It’s easy to take a good friend for granted, isn’t it?  Think about it: a good friend is like a worn pair of slippers.  They are warm, molded to fit you perfectly from years of walking on them and when they fall apart, it seriously ruins your day!

I have gushed over my close friends before but I’ve never taken the time to mention my other friends. Those other friends are the people I know almost exclusively online. Most of these people are mothers and some of them I’ve known so long that they are household names. I mention this or that individual by name to my husband and he knows who I’m talking about! Many of my online friends read this blog and some of them are newbies to me. All of them are important.

It’s one of the reasons I love blogging so much. There was a time when it was easy to think of the people online as “not real friends”. But for me, that time is long past. Being part of the online community is an important part of my life and I’m so grateful I live in an age where this is possible!

All of this to say, “Thank you!”.  Thank you for inspiring me, for listening to me, for being “there” for me, every day.  I appreciate being allowed, in some small part, into your world, too.

I encourage everyone reading to take a moment to appreciate your community of online friends.  Our relationships are not the same as the ones we have in our every-day personal life but that is a good thing.  It’s what makes these relationships special.  :)

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It’s My Birthday!

Today I turn 30. *blinks* It’s probably the first birthday I’ve had in about 10 years that is registering as a Big Deal.

Speaks for itself, aye?

I find myself comparing my life now to where I was ten years ago, when I was turning twenty. HoleeeeCRAP has a lot changed! Ten years ago I had just celebrated my first anniversary, lived with a bunch of other kids around my age, had no children and, while my life was fun, it was a total mess. I look back on who I was then and kind of cringe a little bit. I guess that’s normal but it’s still embarrassing. I had definitely not come into myself yet. In a lot of ways, I was “all grown up” but in many more ways I was still awfully young.

I know I have more “growing up” to do now, as well, and truthfully, I don’t think that will ever change. However, the past 3yrs, while extremely difficult and painful, have definitely polished off some rough edges. I’ve learned a lot about who I am and who I am not and have started to become comfortable with that knowledge. I could do with a little less “polishing” for a while, though. :P

Since my last birthday, a ton has changed. Last year, at this time, I was still wallowing in the worst depression I’ve ever dealt with (and mostly unaware of it) and had pretty much just lost all hope. I was pretty convinced that God, the Universe -whatever Powers that be- just plain hated me and my family and were going to continue fucking with me forever.

Of course, that is ridiculously untrue and arrogant to boot. I’m one measly little person and as awesome, talented and cool as I am, I’m just not such an important being to command that much personal attention from The Powers That Be. *pfft* Please.

The truth is that I have been very blessed in my life and while I can’t always see it, I am aware of it and I’m deeply grateful. Even the rough patches (kind of like calling a tornado a light breeze) are something that I can’t help but be grateful for. I don’t LIKE them, but I’m grateful nonetheless.

Anyway, this year has already gotten off to an amazing start. This is the first birthday in a long time where I’m excited to see what the year brings.

I also do NOT feel old so NEENER, nay-sayers. I just feel like an almost adult. :) I may change my mind about the old thing by the end of the day, though. I do have three little monsters, after all.

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