Last night as I was talking to my mom, she pleaded with me to stop blogging. She is scared some child molester is going to find my site, then hunt us down and kidnap our child.

Telling her I don’t include my last name or town on my blog didn’t seem to matter. She’s never seen my blog. She’s never even cruised the Internet. But yet she’s SURE someone’s going to hunt me down through my blog and harm my child. I told her that while I respect her thoughts and assured her I’m careful about what I publish, I’m not giving up my only creative outlet and, at times, my sole sanity saver.

She also said someone she’d talk to was very, very upset over a recent post. My most popular post in the history of my blog — the one regarding our little guy and what he does with his wiener. She wouldn’t tell me who but it wasn’t difficult to figure out.

So I called my brother. He expressed concern that people may think Seth is a freak. That this post might come back to haunt him in future years. For the record, Seth is a very sweet, happy, normal, irrational, little being with a serious Napoleon complex. He’s a terrier who thinks he’s the size of a St. Bernard. But really, most little boys are. And I think its adorable, entertaining and endearing. He’s his own little person full of his own thoughts and ideas. This fills me with tremendous amounts of pride because the last thing I want is to raise a child who is a lemming — someone who doesn’t ask questions or thinks for himself.

But maybe there are people out there who might read the post and think he’s on his way to becoming a sexual wierdo? We aren’t uptight about wieners at our house. I don’t want to raise a child who thinks parts of his body are shameful. But I have decided to take the post off because I don’t want to give anyone “ammunition” in a quest to tease or hurt my child. I’d rather be safe than sorry.

My mother also said extended family members have read the site and have been offended in the past. Especially by a post where I said something about coming from “German Catholic farmers who were dangerously fertile.” That phrase was meant to be funny. But it is also true.

My ancestors were Germans and Catholics. My mom’s one of six children - six single births! My dad is one of 10 children– 10 single births! Both grandmothers had NO problems getting pregnant in their 40’s. My mom said she got pregnant pretty easily too. Uh, HELLO. To me, that means these people were very fertile. Its not like there’ s anything wrong with being fertile. There’s nothing wrong with not being “dangerously fertile” either. It is what it is.

In the same post I’d mentioned that my hubby’s side of the family is full of overachievers. And that I was worried they’d realize I’d dumbed down the gene pool. This was not a slight on the part of my grandparents, aunts or uncles. It was me poking fun of me. I do that from time to time.

I love all of my aunts, uncles and cousins (well, except for one uncle. My cousin Linlee knows what I mean there.) I have a tremendous amount of respect for them. I’m also proud to know such resilient, strong, generous, hard-working, intelligent people.

I never set out to be hurt anyone’s feelings. I don’t write something I wouldn’t say to another person’s face. But I do stand by what I write. What I write is my perspective. And I’m not going to apologize for how I view life.

If anyone ever has a problem with what I write, they need to let ME know. I don’t expect everyone to agree with me or like me. And its ok if you don’t. I promise if you express your opinions in a polite way, I won’t get pissy. I can still like and respect you.