No, no M and I do not plan on dying any time soon. However, now that we have Delphinium we thought it would be prudent to have a will and such to cover the possibilities. Thus we met with a lawyer and filled out a questionnaire about our "wishes" (hmmm, not to die?). It was very odd to be thinking about funeral arrangements and bequests and trust funds, but it was worth it to know that everything would be okay for the kid.
Recently we went back to the lawyers office to sign and finalize the whole thing. The two parts that made me chuckle were the repeated use of the word "testatrix" to describe me (M got "testator" which is not nearly as cool) and the reading of the official script. That's right, in order for the testatrix to finalize her will, she must read OUT LOUD a statement of intent about this being the actual will and testament blah, blah, blah. It was really hard not to laugh at that point, but I managed to remain dignified.
At the end, I did have a weird moment of feeling like I was looking into the future. Here we were, two young (ish) adults with our baby daughter, tying up our plans in the form of this will. At some point down the line (hopefully a long time away) a grown Delphinium will probably sit in some similar conference room and unwind the very same document. Strange thought, but I guess that's the way it's supposed to go.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving 2010
Usually around Thanksgiving time I make a list of on hundred things for which I am thankful. This was always part of an assignment for my English students, but this year I do not have a class. That is actually fine because this year I am not collecting the huge list. It's not that I don't appreciate all those wonderful bits and pieces. It's just that this year I am so especially thankful for Delphinium that she eclipes everything else.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Bundling
Delphinium thinks the snow is all very well and good (we are on day three) but she does not much care for the dressing required to actually get outside. The first layer of thermal onsie is fine, and she cheerfully pushes her fists through the little sleeves. Mom does the snapping, and voila! the first layer is done! Then comes the full body sleeper suit, and again the baby is pretty helpful about sleeves and feet and snaps and all. However by the time we get to the pants and sweater, she is really not feeling so good about things.
All that finally accomplished, you would think that any normal mom and dad would call it good, but not poor Delphinium's parents. They make her put on a huge coat on top of it all, and by the time she's squeezing into the 8th sleeve, this baby has really had enough. Luckily, that's about the time that we actually go outside, and the view of the world turned completely white is so arresting that our little girl forgets why she was annoyed.
All that finally accomplished, you would think that any normal mom and dad would call it good, but not poor Delphinium's parents. They make her put on a huge coat on top of it all, and by the time she's squeezing into the 8th sleeve, this baby has really had enough. Luckily, that's about the time that we actually go outside, and the view of the world turned completely white is so arresting that our little girl forgets why she was annoyed.
Monday, November 22, 2010
First Snow
Delphinium's very first sight of snow was eeeearly on Sunday morning. She didn't seem to take much notice of the change outside the window, but when I wrapped her in a blanket and hat and took her outside, there was definitely recognition. At first she just seemed sort of perplexed by all the excitement, but then she actually started looking at the little flakes falling on her sleeve. I made a little ball of snow and touched it to her cheek. That got a smile at last. Then she just snuggled in close and watched the white come down. It really wasn't that much of a snow, and what we did get was gone quite soon, but I have high hopes for more in the near future!
Friday, November 19, 2010
Teething
I know, I know this has become nothing but a baby log, but that's pretty much my whole life right now (M too of course!). What else would I write?
Can't remember if I've mentioned the teething. For those who don't get to see little Delphinium on a regular basis, the teething fairy is definitely hovering around our house. We don't have any actual teeth, mind you, just lots and lots and lots of drool with occasional lashings of itchiness and pain. Our poor little girl goes through about half a dozen bibs a day sometimes, and often I am still not changing them fast enough. She also rubs her ear (or occasionally scratches it) when the discomfort radiates throughout the jaw.
Then of course there's the chewing. She is quite determined to get her entire fist in her mouth, and when that isn't enough she tries anything and everything else she can grab. Bumpy binkies are popular (thanks Auntie C. for the fabulous raspberries) as are burp clothes, all sorts of toys, boardbooks (they all have sodden edges), and even the kitty's tail if only it would sit still long enough. Frozen rings and rags are not poplar because they make her hands cold, and then that makes her cry. The sweetest is when she grabs mom's or dad's hand and pulls it to her mouth for some quality chewing. Hands down (har!) Daddy's fingers taste the best.
Can't remember if I've mentioned the teething. For those who don't get to see little Delphinium on a regular basis, the teething fairy is definitely hovering around our house. We don't have any actual teeth, mind you, just lots and lots and lots of drool with occasional lashings of itchiness and pain. Our poor little girl goes through about half a dozen bibs a day sometimes, and often I am still not changing them fast enough. She also rubs her ear (or occasionally scratches it) when the discomfort radiates throughout the jaw.
Then of course there's the chewing. She is quite determined to get her entire fist in her mouth, and when that isn't enough she tries anything and everything else she can grab. Bumpy binkies are popular (thanks Auntie C. for the fabulous raspberries) as are burp clothes, all sorts of toys, boardbooks (they all have sodden edges), and even the kitty's tail if only it would sit still long enough. Frozen rings and rags are not poplar because they make her hands cold, and then that makes her cry. The sweetest is when she grabs mom's or dad's hand and pulls it to her mouth for some quality chewing. Hands down (har!) Daddy's fingers taste the best.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Baby's First Gymboree or Proof We are Yuppies
Yes, yes, I finally caved. My PEPS group has been attending Gymboree baby classes for some time now, but Delphinium and I were in South Africa when it all began. Now that we're back, we were invited to go along. I had some qualms since I've always seen Gymboree as a silly activity for people who didn't know how to play with their own children. However, peer pressure is large, so I bundled the baby into the car on a rainy afternoon, and we headed off to the class.
My first impression was not so good. The circle of babies included ones as young as three months and as old as seven. How much can a little baby get from a singing and movement class? Then the shockingly young teachers (they seemed about fourteen but probably weren't) got things going with a welcome song. For the next few minutes I was in agony. The songs were beyond twee, and chatter from the teachers was irritating, and they had stupid names for the toys. I love playing with my baby, but this was ridiculous.
Then I noticed something. Delphinium was having a ball. She loved looking in the mirror on the floor. She giggled and cooed for the clapping games, and she thought the "sensory time" was fascinating. Even the parachute, which made other babies cry, was amazing. "Aha!" I said to myself "this is one of those times when I need to get over myself!" and then I did. We had a lovely time together, and I only winced a little when they brought out the "Gymbo" puppets.
My first impression was not so good. The circle of babies included ones as young as three months and as old as seven. How much can a little baby get from a singing and movement class? Then the shockingly young teachers (they seemed about fourteen but probably weren't) got things going with a welcome song. For the next few minutes I was in agony. The songs were beyond twee, and chatter from the teachers was irritating, and they had stupid names for the toys. I love playing with my baby, but this was ridiculous.
Then I noticed something. Delphinium was having a ball. She loved looking in the mirror on the floor. She giggled and cooed for the clapping games, and she thought the "sensory time" was fascinating. Even the parachute, which made other babies cry, was amazing. "Aha!" I said to myself "this is one of those times when I need to get over myself!" and then I did. We had a lovely time together, and I only winced a little when they brought out the "Gymbo" puppets.
Monday, November 08, 2010
Food! Glorious Food!
These days the laundry is always tinged with a sort of golden orange. No, M has not joined a cult. It's all the butternut squash that edges most of the baby clothes. That's right, we have moved beyond the age of milk and we are no experimenting with actual food. It started with rice cereal made with breast milk (to keep things a little familiar) and that was such a success that we went to squash in the second week.
You should have seen Delphinium's face when she got her first bite. I don't think I've ever seen anyone that excited over plain porridge. She eats with both hands, and it is actually quite a challenge to get the spoon into her mouth before she can grab it away from you. The first spoonful of butternut was a bit more of a shock (this is certainly NOT milk!) but it too became very popular in no time at all. By the end of a meal she is liberally coated in orange goo, but she is happy. Next week we may try peas. I sincerely hope she and food have a long and happy life together.
You should have seen Delphinium's face when she got her first bite. I don't think I've ever seen anyone that excited over plain porridge. She eats with both hands, and it is actually quite a challenge to get the spoon into her mouth before she can grab it away from you. The first spoonful of butternut was a bit more of a shock (this is certainly NOT milk!) but it too became very popular in no time at all. By the end of a meal she is liberally coated in orange goo, but she is happy. Next week we may try peas. I sincerely hope she and food have a long and happy life together.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Did You Call?
Earlier this week I wouldn't know if you'd called because my cel phone was, well, unavailable. It wasn't missing, but I couldn't exactly answer it if it rang. It all started when I went to pick up the nieces from their respective schools. Both kids in tow, I asked Elder Niece (newly promoted to the front seat after turning twelve) to call my mom since I'm not the sort of person who calls and drives. When in the car, I often leave my phone in the niche next to the emergency brake, so it was easy for her to make the call and then put the phone back where she found it. We went off on our merry way, and I didn't think another thing about it.
Eventually, we got home, bundled out of the car like a heard of elephants, ate snack, began homework, and started to make some dinner. Since we were still waiting to hear from my mom, I thought I would check my phone for messages. Oh noes! I left it in the car! Running out to the garage, I found that the phone was not in the usual niche. Instead, it was about four inches to the right wedged in another little crevice, but this one was the rubber gasket for the emergency brake! Are you visualizing this? I could just see the top sticking out next to the lever. I tried to pull it out, but of course it slipped down inside the housing like a ship beneath the waves (sigh).
Ten thousand attempts to retrieve the phone were unsuccessful, so the next day Delphinium and I made a pilgrimage to our favorite mechanic. We got to spend some quality time in the beautiful autumn sunshine while they fished the phone out for us. No harm done! Of course I know Elder Niece did not intend to do this, she doesn't have a trouble-making bone in her body, but I may need to be more careful next time. Who knows, with Delphinium learning to crawl soon this may be only the beginning.
Eventually, we got home, bundled out of the car like a heard of elephants, ate snack, began homework, and started to make some dinner. Since we were still waiting to hear from my mom, I thought I would check my phone for messages. Oh noes! I left it in the car! Running out to the garage, I found that the phone was not in the usual niche. Instead, it was about four inches to the right wedged in another little crevice, but this one was the rubber gasket for the emergency brake! Are you visualizing this? I could just see the top sticking out next to the lever. I tried to pull it out, but of course it slipped down inside the housing like a ship beneath the waves (sigh).
Ten thousand attempts to retrieve the phone were unsuccessful, so the next day Delphinium and I made a pilgrimage to our favorite mechanic. We got to spend some quality time in the beautiful autumn sunshine while they fished the phone out for us. No harm done! Of course I know Elder Niece did not intend to do this, she doesn't have a trouble-making bone in her body, but I may need to be more careful next time. Who knows, with Delphinium learning to crawl soon this may be only the beginning.
Monday, November 01, 2010
South African Blergh
Ah the joy of souvenirs from your vacation. Cute little doodads, postcards, candy from foreign lands, and also bacteria and viruses. It seems we brought a Norwalk-type thing home with us because I was driving the porcelain bus all day on Friday, and now M is feeling quite poorly. Nausea has got to be the worst of the standard illnesses. Let's just hope that our Little Miss remains immune.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monkey Feet
The other night, I was trying to put Delphinium to bed. She has trouble going to sleep on her own (surprise, surprise) so I usually nurse her and rock her at bedtime. This evening she was wearing a little sleeper printed with monkeys and the feet were monkey faces. She looked so cute as I put her in her crib. As I put her down, she started to shuffle and wake up a bit. I covered her with blankets and then sat down in the rocker to see if she would sooth herself back to sleep. For a while all was quiet, and I thought she might have have gone down on her own, but then I saw two monkey faces bobbing around above the level of the bumper. She was wide awake and amusing herself by waving both feet in the air. One of those sweet pictures I won't soon forget.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Bird Battle
A few days ago we ate lunch at a restaurant with a deck that looked out over the ocean. It was an amazing spot due to the views, but it did have one small problem. The local birds viewed this outdoor dining area as a wonderful snack bar. Having been fed by hundreds of stupid tourists, they were bold as brass about coming on to your table, getting right up next to you, and stealing things off your very plate (if you let them). Some might find this amusing, but I do not think we should feed wild birds or encourage them to be so familiar. Therefore, armed with a drinking straw I whacked any bird that can within arms reach. Okay, so maybe "whack" is too strong a word. I wasn't trying to hurt them, but I did want to encourage them to head elsewhere. Unfortunately, the striped mice were too fast for me. It was a most memorable meal.
Monday, October 25, 2010
South Africa Part 2
This computer sucks, so I'm keeping this short (soorry for the errors)
Yesterday and the day before were our outings from the valley where M's mom lives and into the city of Capetown. Our first stop was Kerstenbosch gardens where we met up with an old school friend of M's and his family. We had a wonderful time doing lunch and wandering the acres upon acres of flower s, trees, and artwork. Delphinium was especially happy due to her passionate love of trees. I could visit the gardens weekly and never be bored.
The next stop was the suburb of Simon's Town. We stayed in a sun-washed guest house with the most impressive view of the bay and the navy yards. At one point we heard the boom of a ships horn, and the battleship glided out to sea. We kept trying to drink up the sun and the setting as much as possible. After one night there, we set off for more sights.
Still in Simon's Town we headed down to one special beach where we could view the penguins. Yes, yes, there are penguins in South Africa. Jack Ass Penguins enjoy the warm water, and many of them come to the sunny beach to molt and breed. They are very sweet in their black and white suits, but the smell is a bit like a hen house.
Lastly, we drove the winding road to the Cape Point Reserve. This is the point where the Indian and Atlantic ocean currents meet. The point itself is a startling piece of rock jutting up out of the surrounding water. A classic lighthouse perches on the edge, and visitors can take the "Funicular" tram up to the highest point. The views were quite startling. It certainly didn't hurt that the sky was brilliant blue, and the cormerants were screaming over head. A good time was had by all.
Yesterday and the day before were our outings from the valley where M's mom lives and into the city of Capetown. Our first stop was Kerstenbosch gardens where we met up with an old school friend of M's and his family. We had a wonderful time doing lunch and wandering the acres upon acres of flower s, trees, and artwork. Delphinium was especially happy due to her passionate love of trees. I could visit the gardens weekly and never be bored.
The next stop was the suburb of Simon's Town. We stayed in a sun-washed guest house with the most impressive view of the bay and the navy yards. At one point we heard the boom of a ships horn, and the battleship glided out to sea. We kept trying to drink up the sun and the setting as much as possible. After one night there, we set off for more sights.
Still in Simon's Town we headed down to one special beach where we could view the penguins. Yes, yes, there are penguins in South Africa. Jack Ass Penguins enjoy the warm water, and many of them come to the sunny beach to molt and breed. They are very sweet in their black and white suits, but the smell is a bit like a hen house.
Lastly, we drove the winding road to the Cape Point Reserve. This is the point where the Indian and Atlantic ocean currents meet. The point itself is a startling piece of rock jutting up out of the surrounding water. A classic lighthouse perches on the edge, and visitors can take the "Funicular" tram up to the highest point. The views were quite startling. It certainly didn't hurt that the sky was brilliant blue, and the cormerants were screaming over head. A good time was had by all.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
News from South Africa
Friday, October 08, 2010
Travel Prep
I am officially beginning to freak out. Our trip is just a few days away, and that means we have to face the realities of flying with an infant for TWENTY hours! Usually I make a deal with myself that if I can't do anything to change a situation I might as well skip getting upset about it. Somehow the zen approach just isn't working this time. I feel like there is something I ought to be doing to prepare. What can it be? Then I go around and around trying to imagine the possibilities.
Packing is another challenge. I've accepted that we will not be going lightly now that we have the baby, but I'm still trying not to let it get too ridiculous. M bought us two new hard-sided suitcases, so we have plenty of space, but the trick is not to exceed the weight limit. Fortunately, we have access to a washer once we get there, so we don't have to pack too crazy much. The part that's most confusing me is packing for the baby.
What does a baby really need for a long trip? We use so many different toys, swings, bouncers, strollers, rockers, cribs, etc. during the course of our day that I can't quite imagine not having them. However, we can't take it all, so we'll just have to make do. I'm also trying to figure out which things need to come in our carry-on for the actual plane flight. The only thing I'm sure of right now is the need for lots of diapers and changes of clothes. If you've flown with an infant before, feel free to leave me your advice.
Packing is another challenge. I've accepted that we will not be going lightly now that we have the baby, but I'm still trying not to let it get too ridiculous. M bought us two new hard-sided suitcases, so we have plenty of space, but the trick is not to exceed the weight limit. Fortunately, we have access to a washer once we get there, so we don't have to pack too crazy much. The part that's most confusing me is packing for the baby.
What does a baby really need for a long trip? We use so many different toys, swings, bouncers, strollers, rockers, cribs, etc. during the course of our day that I can't quite imagine not having them. However, we can't take it all, so we'll just have to make do. I'm also trying to figure out which things need to come in our carry-on for the actual plane flight. The only thing I'm sure of right now is the need for lots of diapers and changes of clothes. If you've flown with an infant before, feel free to leave me your advice.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Five Months of Baby
Better late than never!
At five months old, Delphinium is working on many of the same skills she started on last month:
-she can really control and coordinate her movements now, so reaching and grabbing is far more successful
-she shows preferences for certain toys such as Green Bunny, raspberry binkies, Gerald the Giraffe, and Miss Mousey
-she can now actively throw away toys she no longer wants
-she can roll over but mostly chooses not too
-she loves to do situps which consists of pulling her head and shoulder and feet and legs off the ground in an attempt to sit up
-she loves to put her feet up in the air and sometimes grab them with her hands, and shoes quickly become chew toys
-she's still drooling waterfalls, but no teeth in sight
-she turns to the sound of her name, and will happily chat with you through long conversations
-she loves to read stories such as The Very Hungry Caterpillar, I am a Bunny, and Great Day for Up
-she sleeps through the night very well, but does not like to nap during the day
-she NO LONGER hates the stroller! Woot!
-she NO LONGER hates the carseat! (unless she's really tired)
she is about to become a world traveler, so wish us luck!
At five months old, Delphinium is working on many of the same skills she started on last month:
-she can really control and coordinate her movements now, so reaching and grabbing is far more successful
-she shows preferences for certain toys such as Green Bunny, raspberry binkies, Gerald the Giraffe, and Miss Mousey
-she can now actively throw away toys she no longer wants
-she can roll over but mostly chooses not too
-she loves to do situps which consists of pulling her head and shoulder and feet and legs off the ground in an attempt to sit up
-she loves to put her feet up in the air and sometimes grab them with her hands, and shoes quickly become chew toys
-she's still drooling waterfalls, but no teeth in sight
-she turns to the sound of her name, and will happily chat with you through long conversations
-she loves to read stories such as The Very Hungry Caterpillar, I am a Bunny, and Great Day for Up
-she sleeps through the night very well, but does not like to nap during the day
-she NO LONGER hates the stroller! Woot!
-she NO LONGER hates the carseat! (unless she's really tired)
she is about to become a world traveler, so wish us luck!
Monday, October 04, 2010
Basic Vaccines Done!
I took my poor little miss to the doctor again today. She's not due for her six month check-up for another couple of weeks, but the doctor wanted to make sure she got her full course of regular shots before we head off to the third world. Therefore, we made a special "jabs only" visit today. It makes my heart turn over to see her smiling and giggling while we wait. Little does she know. Luckily this was not such a tramatic visit. I was playing with her and tickling her while the nurse gave the shots and she didn't even cry until the second one went in. Even then, it was only a moment or two. Now she's sleeping off the effects (was there ever a sweeter picture than a sleeping baby?), and hopefully by tomorrow she'll be all better.
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Banned Books Week 2010
Banned books week is here once again, and I almost missed it! It seems that requests to remove literature from American libraries and schools are once again on the rise. The American Library Association keeps track of official challenges and tabulates the most frequently challenged titles for each year. This year's list includes Twilight, The Color Purple, and The Chocolate War. Interestingly, many of these titles were challenged on the grounds of "religious perspective" which must mean that of the challenger because Twilight does not include a religious perspective as far as I can tell.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Tomato Funeral
The blight has come to our tomato patch. It seems that the large amount of summer rain encouraged the growth of a fungus, and all the tomato plants are paying the price. The vines died from the ground up, and all the fruit that was still green has now turned black. We salvaged about one more pound from the wreckage. That makes maybe five pounds of tomatoes in all this year. We spent $36 for plants plus perhaps $6 for soil this year, so we put in $42 in total. $42/5 pounds is $8.40 per pound for organic home-grown tomatoes. That's even more expensive than the farmers' market! Still when you factor in the hundred times the baby and I went out to watch them grow it comes out all right.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Gold Stars
Hello everybody, my name is Joy, and I'm a gold star addict. No, no, gold star is not the latest designer gin or raver drug. It is that rush many of us get from being patted on the back. I think it starts out very young when our parents say things like "Good job Joy! You went pee in the potty!" or "Wow! I'm so impressed by how much you ate of that mashed banana!" Praise! Validation! A warm, happy feeling spreads through your tummy. You eat it up, and another gold star addict is born.
And there's really nothing wrong with gold stars and kids. It helps them to make good choices, and to feel happy about their accomplishments. A good mark (and maybe some praise from teachers and parents?) on a paper at school makes you feel so good that you want to work hard on the next paper too. All through childhood I really do not see a problem, but at some point we have to be weaned away from this habit.
Once you're an adult it just doesn't work so well. Sometimes, at work, you can find that kind of validation, but even there it's not going to be consistent. Most of the time at work people simply expect you to do what needs to be done (or not but that's a whole other topic). At home you really aren't going to get a lot of back patting. You empty the dish washer and, hey presto, the crowd goes wild! Not so much. The key is to learn to do things for the sake of getting them done.
Becoming a mom has really brought this home to me. M. is very good about helping out and offering encouragement. However, most of the time it is just the two of us here at home, and the baby is really not capable of being a cheerleader. At this point you just have to dig in and do the laundry, diapering, dishes, vacuuming, etc because you are the mommy and that's what mommies do. Suddenly the gold stars seem to matter less. A clean (ish!) house and a happy baby are their own rewards. Most of the time.
And there's really nothing wrong with gold stars and kids. It helps them to make good choices, and to feel happy about their accomplishments. A good mark (and maybe some praise from teachers and parents?) on a paper at school makes you feel so good that you want to work hard on the next paper too. All through childhood I really do not see a problem, but at some point we have to be weaned away from this habit.
Once you're an adult it just doesn't work so well. Sometimes, at work, you can find that kind of validation, but even there it's not going to be consistent. Most of the time at work people simply expect you to do what needs to be done (or not but that's a whole other topic). At home you really aren't going to get a lot of back patting. You empty the dish washer and, hey presto, the crowd goes wild! Not so much. The key is to learn to do things for the sake of getting them done.
Becoming a mom has really brought this home to me. M. is very good about helping out and offering encouragement. However, most of the time it is just the two of us here at home, and the baby is really not capable of being a cheerleader. At this point you just have to dig in and do the laundry, diapering, dishes, vacuuming, etc because you are the mommy and that's what mommies do. Suddenly the gold stars seem to matter less. A clean (ish!) house and a happy baby are their own rewards. Most of the time.
Friday, September 24, 2010
It Gets Better
The gay rights movement has had an up and down week. In Florida, gays and lesbians are now able to adopt children after the state supreme court found the ban to be unconstitutional. On the other hand, Don't Ask Don't Tell remains in effect in the U.S. military. How some of this can still be allowed to stand in 2010 is beyond me.
The challenges experienced by gay adults are nothing compared to those faced by children and teens. The suicide rates for homosexual (or even just those perceived as gay) teens are far above the norm. This type of abuse remains one of the most accepted forms of harassment because many parents still believe that homosexuality is wrong. School administrators and teachers often feel hog-tied in their ability to help because parents object to anything that might be deemed "pro-gay". Or at least that's the excuse.
Many students report feeling hopeless as their peers and even their families reject or abuse them. For some it must seem as though a normal life may never be possible. In response to the suicide of 15 year old Billy Lucas, Dan Savage made the video, It Gets Better. You've got to see it.
The challenges experienced by gay adults are nothing compared to those faced by children and teens. The suicide rates for homosexual (or even just those perceived as gay) teens are far above the norm. This type of abuse remains one of the most accepted forms of harassment because many parents still believe that homosexuality is wrong. School administrators and teachers often feel hog-tied in their ability to help because parents object to anything that might be deemed "pro-gay". Or at least that's the excuse.
Many students report feeling hopeless as their peers and even their families reject or abuse them. For some it must seem as though a normal life may never be possible. In response to the suicide of 15 year old Billy Lucas, Dan Savage made the video, It Gets Better. You've got to see it.
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