7

from our wedding this summer. He was a ring bearer and walked J down the aisle.

Well...I have been away from blogging for a very long time, but in an effort to kick-start my writing again, I am trying to blog at least every once in a while. No promises here, that I will get anywhere with this, or that I will post often or well...but here it goes.

E is now 7. He's so tall and lanky he's almost unrecognizable from the kid he was 2 years ago when I last posed, except he still has that killer smile, those gorgeous eyes. He's a beautiful kid and that's growing with him over time.


What can E do that he couldn't last time?
sleep alone
pee/poop alone
brush his own teeth

read
write

ride a bike without training wheels. In fact, he's now rifing a bigger bike than before because he has outgrown his previous bike. It's pretty awesome.


We went on out first trip alone together over spring break because J was sick and couldn't come. It was so awesome to travel with him and spend so much time hanging out with each other. Even though he is a grouchy pants sometimes, and sometimes he's really crazy, J and I both feel we love the person he is becoming and appreciate his sensitivities, his likes and dislikes, and his mind and heart.

from our wedding this summer

From the haircut he asked to get. His first "real" haircut he chose.

Hiking. Still my buddy.

He designed and wrote this card for his teacher.

Who do we think we are

I wonder if I am alone in getting asked that question a lot as a kid. I wonder how other people answered it.

Just who do you think you are, young lady?
                               as if I should know the answer to such a complex question, differing at any bend
as it turns out, i would just hang my head in shame at the idea that she thought I had thought i was anything. It was not ok to think you were anything, had anything or that you thought or believed anything outside of what was already approved. 

Speaking of bends...nah. I'm not going to go there.

A lot has happened since I last wrote.
I commute to work via bike most days.

Biking has changed my life for the better. I love it.

Who do I think I am?
a bike commuter
now, to not know who you are, takes you through different turns.

You know, I'm sure that the question, "who do you think you are" implies that someone we are speaking of is someone they are not, and that they are acting like someone who is taking a privelege that they have not earned. Something like that.

an imposter.

Sometimes I feel like an imposter to my own life.

Birthday #5

Wordless Wednesday

Rocking with my homies

So one of my guilty pleasures is Rock Band. I love singing (even though poorly) with my friends.

our host

rocking in socks

oops...

Well...just like that I stopped posting every day. That's ok though. I don't have much to say today, either.

But I do have a very sweet moment to share. E woke me up today and asked me to read him a poem. Usually he asks for breakfast, or to see his mama. Even TV. So I read him some Shel Silverstein, Falling Up. I was so tired....but it was super special and awesome.

Also, I was tired because I was hanging out with my friends rocking out.

Missed a Day...Oh well

Yesterday was a huge day for "people like me". This is a lesbian blog. I am a lesbian, but I am also a mother. So I am constantly thinking about the welfare of my family. I am a non biological mother. Again, this presents another set of concerns, scenarios, etc, that I worry about and over. What would happen if...insert catastrophic scenario. That said, I am lucky. My state allows civil unions AND 2nd parent adoptions. I am on my son's birth certificate. That means something and it was also something that Romney was trying to take away. Might have tried to take away, because he had a very limited model for understanding and accepting difference. Or he acted as if he did, which is the same.

I can say that I am relieved by the results of the elections and ballot initiatives...even really excited by them.  It was an historic and power day for glbt rights.

As a mom, yesterday was also a long day. Super long. When all was said and done, I was out of the house for over 12 hours. I had to drag e home in a light rain for 30 minutes because he was at a friend's house. It was a grueling day, but then I watched the returns with some friends and all gradually became a lot lighter and righter with the world.

Ok. Time to do some dishes or something.
Enjoy some pictures from election day 2012. 

waiting to vote with me

he was so good and patient, and quiet.

ruby couldn't watch...too nervous