Middle Finger Photo Opps

When you have a baby, you tend to take a lot of photos. We already have so many and Calleigh is only 3 months old. Upon trying to catch that gorgeous smile or crazy facial expression...I have caught her middle finger creep up in the cutest of poses.

The one finger salute, the bird and flipping off are all short terms to explain the usage of said finger. The gesture may be of Roman, Greek or Mediterranean origin. In Rome it was used as an insult and in the Mediterranean world, it was used to divert the threat of the evil eye.

The origin of using the Digitus Impudicus (indecent finger) is not known for certain. But, it is a gesture meant to belittle another. Making them ones sexual inferior.

It's ridiculous really. Every man and woman knows what this finger gesture means. If we have a clear line of sight, we can deliver this message to anyone and everyone. And my child has discovered it much too early.

Cake Cake Cake

As a child, I always appreciated the cakes my Mom and Aunty would make for birthdays. And as I grew older, and thought of having my own family someday...I hoped I could make those same memories for my children.

So, over the last few years I have made a few cakes. Some decorated with icing and some with marshmallow fondant. I have gotten pretty good at putting cakes together for birthdays. And recently, I got the chance to make one for a baby shower.

Since this baby shower was for one of my closest friends, I enjoyed making this cake even more. I was especially happy when the baby arrived at the shower wearing a shirt with a similar design on it. What are the odds?!

Baby Shower Fun

My close friend recently had a baby, so I decided to plan a baby shower for her. I wanted it to be a little funny...not just your average Baby Shower. So I planned a game that I thought would guarantee a laugh from most people in attendance.

Pin The Sperm On The Egg
This is basically
"pin the tail on the donkey",
but altered to be the perfect
baby shower game.

It went over pretty well. Most people got up to try it out.

Broken Family History

I come from a divorced family. Essentially this means my family is broken. When I was 13 and my siblings even younger, Mom sat down to inform us of the changes happening in our household. The major one being that Dad would no longer be living with us. After so many years of hearing "it'll be okay" from my parents on different occasions...Mom was saying that our household was broken and unfix able.

It has been many years since this happened. Yet this brokenness has come back to bite me in the ass a few times. Like a publicly known skeleton in our closet. It comes out to show it's ugly head during the most important times in our lives.

For instance, on my wedding day. I wasn't nervous about the new life I was starting...I was nervous about my parents and their significant others being in the same place at one time.

The latest, was with the birth of my daughter. Both my parents are dating/living with a significant other. The thought had crossed my mind about the "grandpa" and "grandma" titles. But I don't quite feel comfortable having my daughter apply the new additions to my parents' lives these family titles. This is nothing against the people in question. This is that 13 year old girl in me crying out. Begging me to hold on. Except I don't know what I'm holding onto. I have no illusions of my parents reconciling. They aren't even on speaking terms.

Is this right or wrong? Who is to say? Who makes the adjusted rules for broken, then somewhat mended family's? Life is so hard already, I don't need this frustration. But it is here...and I have to make a decision.

It's times like these when I remember the days when I would say "I want to be a hermit or a truck driver when I grow up". Just so I could have less human interaction. I really hate dealing with people sometimes...they just make things so complicated when they don't need to be.

The significant others in this case need to be sensitive of the skeleton in our closet. But I have yet to see this happen. I am not even sure both my parents understand my frustration. They are, after all, experiencing a different side of this whole situation.