O is for Old-Fashioned, Orchids and Overhead. P is for Photography, Piercings and Printed Word.
In my book, it’s a good thing to be old-fashioned. I’m teaching DS to say please & thank-you, to move aside for people who wish to pass us, to put our rubbish in the bin and to scoop the poop after the dog has been. One of my greatest joys is when a stranger comments about how polite DS is. I am strict about the amount of television he watches and about his general behaviour. In time, I’ll be teaching him to offer his seat to those older than him or to pregnant ladies and to open the door for ladies or the elderly and to hold the door after he has passed through for those coming behind him. DS has never been to McDonald’s, eaten anything that has sugar as its main ingredient or tasted Coco Cola. These things will come with time, but, in the mean time, if that makes me old-fashioned then I can live with it. See also: Motherhood.
I had my ears pierced on my 15th birthday and a second set of holes followed shortly after. I always wore plain studs, but since DS was born I haven’t so much ~ too many instances of him throwing his head against my ear. However, in what I can only describe as an act of middle age desperation, in the spring of 2003 I had my belly button pierced. Even now, over 7 years later, it causes raised eye brows and comments such as, “But, it’s so not you” and that is exactly why I like it.