Another Jive Turkey Day

Nov 27th 2009

I look forward to the holidays every year, especially since I had my kids. I love the idea of everyone gathered around heaping helpings of food, intermingled with belly laughs and lots of love. We normally spend most of our holidays with my dad’s side of the family; the Italians. I really love that bunch. My loud Italian grandmother and my dad’s six brothers helped raise me, even though my dad (until I was an adult) had very little to do with me. Much as I adore them, though, they are hella obnoxious sometimes. How, you ask?   Oh, I’ll tell you.

Incident #1:

Let’s back up a tiny bit: To completely contradict everything I said about his behavior in this post, my 3 yr old has suddenly developed a liking of doll houses this week.  We were at Toys ‘R’ Us last weekend, wandering through the PINK!PINK!PINK! aisle when Jonas took a liking to a uber fancy doll house castle-y thing.  John and I thought it was cute that he liked it so much.

So yesterday Jonas was hanging out on the couch with one of my uncles when he asked Jonas what he wanted for Christmas.   I should point out, this uncle is gay and is as married as a gay man can be in the state of Illinois. He’s been with his partner for 11 years, they own property together, and they are more committed than most couples I know.   This uncle is in his 40’s, and I have known all my life he was not into girls.  My dad is one of 7 boys – FOUR of his brothers are gay.  There is enough gay in my family to start our own PFLAG chapter.

So Uncle asked Jonas what he wants for Christmas, and Jonas says “Uhhh, I want a doll house!”  My (gay) uncle says “What did he say?!” and I repeated that he said he wanted a doll house. My (gay) uncle replies “What?? You are not getting a doll house – that’s silly – those are for girls!” So I said “Who cares if he wants a doll house? We don’t mind… honestly.” My uncle’s face is twisted in knots at this point and he exasperates “He can’t play with that stuff! It’ll turn him into a fairy!

Here’s me thinking: Hello pot? Yes.. it’s kettle calling…. Um, I’d like to point out the fact that YOU ARE A “FAIRY”!

So John and I just start laughing at him and I say “Well, did you play with dolls when you were a kid?” And he shouts back “No! Absolutely not!” to which I respond with a silent “Well, clearly that’s not what caused you to fuck dudes then!” kind of look, and we all burst out laughing.  He got got red, laughed, and seemed to get the point then.  I wasn’t overly shocked to hear this uncle say that sort of a thing, though.  He’s surprisingly homophobic for being a homo.   We’ve upset him before by talking about how Jonas likes playing with my high heels in my closet… (you can actually get a few quality gay jokes out of that one.)

Oh… my family. *sigh*

Incident #2:

Yesterday, Julesy climbs up to me and asks to nurse.  So, since I’m already nestled into the most comfortable recliner in the house, I simply pull up my sweater and latch him on.  I was counting the seconds until my family started in with me about it – like they do every single time they see me nursing him. So 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 – and my uncle says “When are you gonna stop doing that?” with this incredulous look on his face. And I reply back confidently with a little smirk on my face, “When he’s done.”

Instantly, Grandma starts in with the same story she aaaaaaaaallllllways tells about how her friend saw some 5 year old kid nursing “In the middle of the mall! Can you believe that!” and when the kid was done nursing, he asked to go to McDonalds. This story is to meant to illustrate to me that if a child can ask for food, they shouldn’t be nursing.

I know you’re all saying “But tell them what the WHO code says about it!” and I would say I have done that until I’m blue in the face.   Every time they bring this up, I’m schooling them on the benefits of breastfeeding.   They just won’t get it.  Of course, Grandma didn’t nurse any of her kids (her kids who all battle morbid obesity, cancer, skin problems, and a host of other serious afflictions), and her only daughter-in-law didn’t breastfeed either, so I am the lone “hippy-freak” in the family.

I know I shouldn’t (and don’t) care what they have to say about it… but I just get so tired of it being an issue.   Part of me wants to nurse this kid until he’s 16 just to spite them.  Last night I finally snapped a little, and after they shook their heads and gave me this “you’re-going-to-ruin-that-baby’s-life” sort of look, they finally shut up about it… for now.  I’m sure I’ll be telling the same story all over again after Christmas.

So, that’s my family, in a nutshell. God I love them, but they driving me fucking bonkers sometimes.  I need to start a site called “Shit My Obnoxious Italian Family Says.” I’m sure I’d have a few dozen entries each day.

Who else has hilarious a-hole family stories to tell?  I’m sure the there are some real gems out there.

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"lone hippy freak"...love it! i, too, am the lone hippy freak in my family. gets frustrating sometimes to feel like i am constantly defending what i do!

I think that it is truly amazing that you would get Jonas a dollhouse for Christmas! My significant other and I were just watching Discovery Health a little while ago (the episode with your family on it aired again) and we just kept joking around and saying over and over again that this is how our children will be treated when we're able to become parents. I myself am a transguy and my other half is genderqueer, kind of, sometimes :] lol..
It's such a relief to hear about other couples who feel the same way we do. Good luck, and we'll keep looking for updates as you and yours grow!

It's disappointing to see that so many families are unsupportive of our type of lifestyle or parenting choices, but it's nice to hear that so few people are deterred from their philosophy by the naysayers.

That is a very funny story....I'm not in a typing mood to tell my own but I like the new site and that Gravatar thingy is interesting

I've been blessed with a breastfeeding-supportive family (with a mom AND a mother-in-law who breastfed all of their children), so I haven't gotten to many idiotic comments in that respect.

Sometimes the toys and/or clothing the grandparents pick out for the kids (both boys) makes me cringe, but I figure that Tim and I have provided them with a broad enough array of toy and clothing options that the super-male-gendered toys won't give them an unhealthy conception of their own gender identifications.

Or at least I hope.

But as far as family-themed inappropriate-ness goes, I can add that my husband was christened the "Vibrator Fairy" by the end of Thanksgiving Dinner. (Far away from the ears of children...again, at least I hope.) His job was to don a pair of wings and place dildos and vibrators under people's pillows while they were sleeping.

For the life of me, I cannot even remember how my family got off on that tangent. Pun perhaps intended.

Oh ho ho! So glad you asked! My Grandma and your family would get along famously except if she found out you had four gay uncles she's say "well, what the heck was wrong with their parents?!" And then she's probably blame them all for AIDS. Oh I love her but often wonder how the hell we're related.
Have I ever mentioned she's anti-breastfeeding too? She actually told me I should be more like my cousin who tried breastfeeding, hated it and decided to quit at three weeks and formula feed instead. *That* was the way to go. No shaming her family in public like that ridiculous woman in that restaurant she went to who (gasp) didn't even use a cover! She has outright told me it's disgusting and dirty and has told my girls to their face (both at age two) that big girls don't nurse and that it's "not nice." I try not to nurse in front of her anymore. I just can't take the grief or put my kids through it. I admit I will miss her when she's gone (she's 88 and was a big part of my childhood and raising me) but it won't be for her narrow views of the world.

Hi, just came over from Cecily's blog. This post made me laugh! I so get both the gender/breastfeeding thing with family, though in my case it is my inlaws. I'm certain my 23 month old girl will be drowing in princess stuff at their house this year, (one reason I don't introduce too much "girly" stuff, figuring she will get to have it from everyone else) AND even though I am debating the wisdom of this decision, I have recently been trying to teach my daughter that we don't have milk at abuelitas house, only our house and grandmas house (my mom). No one has come out and said anything negative, but they are not comfortable with it, and that, in turn, makes me not too comfortable with it, even in another room. I think I would rather them just not know we still did it.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry you have to deal with negativity surrounding breastfeeding. No. Fun.

In my own family, I actually tended to nurse my daughter in another room. I just, honestly, did not want to deal with the grief of the whole thing. But then there was this Thanksgiving when I had my friend over to our dinner at my house with my family. And when her 2 1/2 year-old asked, she nursed her at the table. My daughter was the same age and also nursing at the time, although less frequently. Anyways, that seemed to break the breastfeeding ice a bit, and now I don't get the same sort of solicitous-yet-questioning stuff I used to.

I am a vegan. My mom was generous enough to tell me I could pick the bacon out of the green beans she made, or even just abandon my veganism for one day, since my aunt, who eats gluten free, isn't worrying about her diet, and my cousin, who does 'food combining' whatever the hell that is, and she was 'cheating' for just one day.

Also, half of my family is extremely religious and the other half is obviously not. My father (one of the extremely religious ones) harassed one of the not-religious uncles into saying a prayer for the food in front of the entire family.

No one bugged me about anything child related, as my little one is not even 6 months, so nursing & playing with non-gender-stereotyped toys aren't an issue...YET.