- "Number" Fetish: When Macy was a toddler, she needed a "Number" in order to go to bed. You know those ABC/123 magnets that go on the refrigerator. Well, she would get in bed and cry, "I need my number." Then, Greg and I would go on a mad rampage to search the house for the perfect one. It had to be something with a circle in it (8, 3, P, R, etc.) because she would suck her thumb and slide the number onto her pinkie finger of the thumb-sucking hand. Then, her eyes would roll back into her head and she would doze off to sleep. We eventually lost all of the numbers, so that fetish gradually died off.
- "Spoon" Fetish: We have these plastic toddler spoons that I just LOVE, but I haven't been able to find anymore. They have a little bit bigger circle on them so the kids can actually fit some food on them, but they still cling to the food so they don't make such a huge mess. Apparently, Macy loves them too, but for a different reason. She used to suck her thumb with her left hand and hold the spoon under her chin with her right hand (with the circular part of the spoon cradling her chin). We have lost all but one of these spoons.
- "Ear" Fetish: This is her latest and greatest. She now sucks her thumb with her left hand and puts her finder behind the earlobe of someone she's cuddling with. I frequently wake up in the middle of the night with her finger behind my ear to discover that she's snuck into bed. I can see that the root of her fetishes has to do with thumb sucking, but I don't know how to break that habit.
A couple of recent conversations with Macy:
Macy: Mom, is it comfy underground?
Macy: Is it comfy underground?
Me: (I thought I knew what she was talking about at this point, but I wasn't 100% positive.) Do you mean, is it comfortable to lie on the ground?
Macy: No, the people that die, are they comfy under the ground?
Me: (She was talking about what I thought - yet another discussion on death.) At this point, I explained to her that when people die, we don't just put their bodies in the ground and cover them up with dirt. Instead, we put the bodies in a pretty box that has a lot of beautiful blankets and pillows. We dress their bodies in nice clothes and then close the box so that dirt doesn't get on top of them.
Macy: So...They just lay there and wait for Jesus to recognize them?
Me: I explained, yet again, how our spirits and our bodies work. When we are born, out spirits and our bodies come together. When we die, our spirits leave our bodies and go to live in Heaven and our bodies stay on the earth. When Jesus resurrects us, our spirits and our bodies will come together again.
Macy: When do our spirits know that it is time to leave?
Macy has been sick (well, everybody has been sick), and she sneezed at dinner the other night.
Macy: Do I have to have to have this plate forever because I "Bless You'd" on it?
Greg and I: (laughing) No, we'll put it in the dishwasher and it will clean off all the germs.
Macy: Okay, because some little boogers flew out of my mouth when I sneezed.
Macy: Mom, what if we never blinked?
Me: Then our eyes would dry up and we couldn't see.
Me: We have water in our eyes and every time we blink, it moistens our eyes and helps us see better. It just happens really, really fast so we don't notice.
Macy: How come our eyelashes don't get wet?
Me: Do you know what eyelashes are for? Well, there are little, tiny pieces of dirt and dust in the air that we can't see, and if they get inside our eyes, they can ruin them. Our eyelashes help catch that dirt and dust to protect our eyes. If anything does get inside, when we blink, the water cleans it out. Aren't our bodies amazing!
Macy: (Looking out the window and pondering.) You should tell Dad about that.
I love her...fetishes and all! In fact, right now, she is sitting on my lap (what's left of it), wearing a wedding dress and Tasmanian Devil slippers while sucking her thumb and holding her finger behind my ear. What's not to adore?!?
Apparently my last post was too emotional for comments (don't blame you - I did cry at the beginning of Disney's "Tarzan" today when the baby gorilla gets eaten by the leopard and the mother gorilla is so sad - those pregnancy hormones are out of control). Or, like Lindsay, I've lost all my blogging friends to Facebook (which I neither understand nor have time/patience to figure out). So, if you are still with me, what are some of your fetishes (or your children's)?