I like postcards of cockroaches because I think they are cute and because I think they teach us compassion.
Irma's kids are here and everyone is waiting for me to come downstairs to help them mix their little cake recipes to cook in the new Easy Bake oven I got for them. Beau obviously thinks it's too girly and young for him.
Ya know, no matter how hard I tried to prevent sexual stereotyping or gender based imprinting, hell I don't know what to call it, he's still all guy. I don't say a word and he wants swords and guns and leans in towards battles and violence. I gave him Hot Wheels and Barbies and taught him not to step on snails and to appreciate little delicate things like flowers and drops of dew on blades of grass, but once they go out there in the world all of the other parent's attitudes towards blue and pink, girl and boy, come into play through their children and there just doesn't seem to be anything you can do about it. I know there's a lot of it that's just inherent, genetic, hormonal, but a preference for blue over pink, or feeling like something might be considered too girly because you'll be teased even though you really like it, just, well, sucks.
I'd do the same thing if I had a girl. teach her to love climbing and scraping her knees, let her wear pants and play with whatever she wants. I hate all of the gender stereotyping we do. I think we're all a lot more similar than we want to believe, despite good and crucial differences, it just doesn't seem fair to me that guys can't wear skirts, jewelry, or makeup if they feel like it, and women have to wear pantyhose, makeup, and heels. Cool if they want to, I just don't agree with the pressure for people to have to do it.
That said, we're going to make little cakes and cookies, put some finishing touches on the yard; spray some more black light glow paint on the tombstones, give the ooky monster guy his flamey tiki torch, fix up the skeleton on the big chair, put up some tombs by the roses, plug in the strobe lights, fix the flame flicker lights in the little graveyard, and then we're going to put some boxes in storage, maybe go to the swap meet, and go back to the horrible, hellish, wait in line for one hour to buy a cheesy costume store, because they shorted us a red slip for one of the girls black widow dresses. Having Irma's and Esther's kids here so often is such a gift. I get to be a part time auntie/mom to four girls, a teenage boy, and another little boy without having all of the responsibilities that go with it.
Still way behind in e-mail and journal reading. I'm so hoping I'll find the time someday to get caught up.
Love you guys,