Entirely Naked

The neighborhood that we live in is quite familiar with every anatomical detail of my two year old.  Let's just say potty training has been quite a drawn out process and sometimes in his excitement to play outside with the other children, Isaac skips a few steps.

"Naked and unashamed".

I've been thinking a lot lately about what that phrase means.  Before I got married I was very concerned about standing in front of another person without anything to hide behind, completely unprotected from inspection and criticism.  In many ways I'm still like that.

I hide behind my clothes, don't you?  "Modest is hottest" - or so my niece tells me but I didn't put that bikini away until I had my fourth child.  I have quite a bit more to hide these days.

In contemplating my growing modesty and sense of propriety I've been struck by the thought that while my body needs more clothing these days, my relationships need less -- figuratively speaking of course.

We all wrap ourselves up in layer upon layer of protection, wanting to look our best to one another when we really ought to be vulnerable, to open our lives up for inspection, loving criticism and mutual edification.  How can a friend share a burden if it is covered in self reliance and pride?

Our culture tells us to be self reliant, to never allow another person to judge us, to not accept input from anyone and to make our own path  - the exact opposite of what I read in the Bible.  I John 4:18 says that "There is no fear where love exists.  Rather, perfect love banishes fear, for fear involves punishment, and the person who lives in fear has not been perfected in love."

I know that being vulnerable is dangerous.  That I will get hurt, heck, the passage in I John 4:18 tells us that we need to love as God did when he sent his Son.  God gave his very best: a naked, vulnerable little baby to be abused and rejected by the world and ultimately tortured and put to death.


God's love was risky, He knew it would be painful.  He gave us a taste of heaven and we spit it out.  Every time that we offer or reject intimacy with another person what we are ultimately rejecting is God, his example and his way of doing things.

Whenever I think about Isaac running around outside just as free as anything and happy as could be I wonder if instead of worrying about the pain of love, I could just hang onto the joy of holding nothing back, I too might be able to go skipping merrily down the hill like a two year old with his behind glistening in the sun.

Status Report

Isaac turned one a couple of weeks ago.  Here are a list of his accomplishments

He can say:
"Num Num" (food)
Mommy and Mama
Daddy and  Dada
Za (Zak)
Uh Oh
No No
A Da (all done)


His favorite thing to do is race up the stairs any time we have forgotten to put up the gate.  He is very very quick.  Everytime he gets up the stairs he has a choice of three doors to go through.  Without fail he chooses the door to the kids room and goes straight for the toy cabinet.  It is so cute!

He also loves to empty boxes and sit in them. He REALLY loves to sit in the dishwasher but that's a "No no".  I don't think he believes us on that one since we always smile and giggle when he gets in there.

He loves swimming too.  As soon as we get to the pool he crawls right over to the edge, turns around and starts climbing onto the first step.

He has progressed from being the perfect baby into being the perfect 1 year old.  He has 12 teeth (4 of them molars) and never drooled!  He hates drool.  If I am feeding him and he feels food on his chin he wipes it off with his hand.

His only bad habit is that of sneaking into the bathroom and splashing in the toilet.  It makes me want to barf when I think about it.  We do our best to keep that door shut.

I just love the picture on the Left.  It really shows what goes on in our house.  Isaac is the center of attention and we all just love him to pieces.  (Also he just started giving hugs, I just can't stand it.  He is too cute!)

Rolly Polly Ollie

That's Isaac!  This week he cut his first tooth, learned to roll from front to back and from back to front.  He is also getting up on his hands and knees.

In other news ...

My dad is getting back from Africa after being there for business for the last 7 weeks.  Also, scientists have discovered a ring around Saturn and my house is a mess again/still.  In case anyone was wondering ...

5

soft tiny
your hand
face giggling in smile

below belly dance
leg can can kick style

grunt chuckle squeak
splarch
mouth full of cornstarch

lint velcro neck
V eyebrow arch

five months too fast
fast months to five
tummy time tango
jumping jack jive


(with apologies to e.e. cummings)

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