The Truth Is Out

Oh, my dear, sweet blog friends.

I have to admit, reading y'all's comments from last week's "Two Truths and a Lie" post cracked me up.

Some of you know me so well.

And some of you know me so well that I was actually able to confuse you, too.

So, yes, the jig is up. The results are in. And, almost half of you got the answer right - 48 percent of you, to be exact.

Let's go to the polls, shall we?

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Scenario #1:

You all knew this one. Yep, it's true.

A 5 year old actually asked me if my baby came out of the "hole God made between where you go pee-pee and your bottom."

She was as open as could be about it, too.

And as much as I wanted to deny it - I mean, who wants to talk about the birds and the bees with a random kindergartener? - I didn't.

Maybe it's because I was at the birth center, the place Ella was born. Maybe it's because her mother and the midwives and everyone around there is all "We talk about va-jay-jays all the time!" Or maybe it's because it's nothing to be ashamed of, and I hope that one day, this girl knows how awesome her body is; I hope she knows how strong God made her; I hope she gets that birth and everything about it is natural and good and not scary.

It's something we should be able to talk about.

Maybe not with complete strangers.

But that's a lesson for a different day.

So, yes, I talked about where my baby came from with a 5 year old.

Honestly, it was probably one of the better conversations I had that week.

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Scenario #2:

I am earthy-crunchy-granola to a fault.

I sometimes feel like I've done more research on alternative health and attachment-parenting than most people in the child-care and-development field.

So, yes, I have read up on elimination communication. I've seen the testimonies and the research. And, though some of you all are totally shocked that anyone would attempt to potty-train a baby, I'm not. I know it works.

In ways, I can even see where it's the best option for a child. It's cleaner, healthier, and less stressful for Mama and Baby in the long run.

And, yet...

...I'm not doing it.

Not in the slightest.

I find nothing wrong with it; in fact, part of me wishes I had the earth-mama grit to try it.

But I don't. I just don't.

I like my cloth diapers. I don't mind changing my baby.

So, this one, for me, is a lie.

Even this hippie has her limits.

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Scenario #3:

Speaking of a hippie with limits, this hippie ate a hot dog last week.

Oh, yes ma'am. A big, old, delicious, topping-filled hot dog.

You better believe this one is a truth.

Because sometimes? Organic nuts, seeds, quinoa, and veggies just won't cut it.

Once in a while, a girl just needs a hot dog.

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Thanks for playing, y'all. Hope you had as much fun as I did. I liked this so much, I may have to do it more often around here.

So, until the next time, Happy Monday, everyone!