Smiling Mom

I got onto Face­book today, because even though I told one of my friends that it was not addic­ting, I so am!

Any­way, my dad had writ­ten a very elo­quent note regar­ding Pro­po­si­tion 8 and why he will be voting NO on this pro­po­si­tion.  With is OK, I’ve deci­ded to dupli­cate his note here on my blog.  I couldn’t agree more with his words.

I urge you to think deeply about this issue as you head to the polls in the next few weeks.

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I rea­lize dif­fe­rent peo­ple have dif­fe­rent posi­tions on Prop 8, but con­si­der these thoughts. Far-right con­ser­va­ti­ves often deride what they con­si­der a trend toward govern­ment fos­te­ring a nanny state — where govern­ment pokes its nose into those areas of our lives that should right­fully belong to us alone. None of us likes anyone or any orga­ni­za­tion loo­king over our shoul­ders and telling us what we must or can’t do, par­ti­cu­larly when those things don’t directly impact others.

Yet when it comes to den­ying the right of same sex cou­ples to marry, those same con­ser­va­ti­ves don’t have any pro­blem enfor­cing their own moral con­vic­tions on the per­so­nal beha­vior of others. In my opi­nion, this is a clear con­tra­dic­tion. What many for­get is that today, con­ser­va­ti­ves may suc­cess­fully force others to behave accor­ding to the moral or reli­gious con­vic­tions of con­ser­va­ti­ves. But tomo­rrow, others may return the favor, and then you will hear howls of righ­teous protest.

Of course I ack­now­ledge the right of society to draw cer­tain lines, but doesn’t it make more sense, when con­si­de­ring beha­viors that are strictly per­so­nal, to allow each indi­vi­dual to make those choi­ces that seem right to him or her? Isn’t it wiser for us to live our lives as well as we know how, and to change the per­so­nal choi­ces and beha­viors of others through gentle per­sua­sion, rather than by using the ham­mer of the law?

The issue is big­ger than same sex marriage. It’s about per­so­nal free­dom. I’m urging a No vote on Prop 8.

You know you’re a mom when your son runs out of his room, drops his pants, bends over, spreads his cheeks and says, “Mom, my butt hole tic­kles and I can’t get it to stop.”

What the frick??  Seriously?

My solu­tion?  I took his pajama bot­toms, loo­ped my fin­ger under the fabric and wiped his butt.  I know, classy!

Unfor­tu­na­tely it was still tic­kling, so I told him to go into the bath­room and wipe again.  BC then informs me that it’s my fault that his butt was tic­kling because I didn’t wipe him good enough earlier.

My fault?  That my 4 year old’s butt was tickling??

Again…what the frick??

Once the pro­blem was sol­ved he ran back out to the living room to drop trough and show me his newly clea­ned butt.  At this point I was simply laughing too hard to check it again.

Seriously, this was not in the han­dout when I deci­ded to forgo birth con­trol and become a mother!

Text Mes­sage:

Me: Nonnie’s dead.

Him: Call me!

Me: Never mind. Damn hams­ter is still alive

Him: Uhhh. Big Difference!!!!

Me: Ya. You wouldn’t have got­ten a text for that. Duh!!

Him: Dork.

Him: I was all excited.

(about the hams­ter, not about my mom…let’s cla­rify.)

Me: Me too I poked it and she didn’t res­pond.  I think she’s on her way out though.  Cros­sing fingers.

Things get a little tricky when your son names his hams­ter after your mom!

Thanks to my friend, Amber, here’s another pic­ture of eClaire.