Mombian put out a call for June 1 as "Blog About LGBT Families Day," so here’s my contribution. (Which seems funny to me. Ok, yes, this blog also used to have book reviews, but nearly every day is Blog About LGBT Families Day here at Casa Booski.)

To prove it, here’s the gratuitous picture of Noah for today: 100_0797

But what this entry is really about, is about the whole family, not just Noah.

I’ve just read a fantastic article on the state of the law governing our children: "The Legal Parentage of Children Born to Same-Sex Couples: Developments in the Law" by Courtney Joslin of the National Center for Lesbian Rights. It talks a lot about what we can learn from and use from case law that was developed in the context of heterosexual couples who have children using assisted reproduction, as most of us do.

This was published in the American Bar Association’s Family Law Quarterly — a big deal, because that means that thousands of attorneys who practice family law, all over the US, have at least scanned the title of this article and know that this area of the law is developing.

Joslin is also active within the ABA’s Family Law Section, which includes most of the leading attorneys practicing in that area, and their Section on Individual Rights & Responsibilities, which is where all the cool lawyers hang out in the ABA, regardless of what their day jobs are. We are all more visible because of her work.

I emailed her to see if the article was available online anywhere. Unfortunately, the Family Law Quarterly only posts abstracts of its articles, and even that page hasn’t been updated since 2004.

Can any of you brilliant librarians find an online abstract? The full citation is Courtney G. Joslin, The Legal Parentage of Children Born to Same-Sex Couples: Developments in the Law, 39 Family Law Quarterly 683 (2005).

Another thing Joslin mentioned is that NCLR can help people find local attorneys who are familiar with developments in the law of your state, and to help you adopt if you are lucky enough to live in one of the 10 states where there is an appellate court decision or a statute permitting second-parent adoption to same sex couples — so the bioparent doesn’t have to give up her parental rights at any point — or in one of the other 15 states where second-parend adoptions are available in at least some counties.

BTW, those ten states, according to Joslin’s article, are: California, Connecticut, DC (ok, technically not a state), Illinois, Indiana, Massachusetts, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Vermont.

Joslin doesn’t list the other 15 states, but cites an older article by sexy-voiced legal goddess Jane Schacter (that’s for you, Levi’s Mom!), Constructing Families in a Democracy: Courts, Legislatures and Second-Parent Adoptions, 75 Chi.Kent L.Rev 933, 934(2000), which in turn cites an ACLU fact sheet that I can’t find. I’m such a wannabe. If I were a real librarian, I’d track it down for you, but instead, I’m going to sleep.

Hello, Interviewees!

This is just a friendly reminder that I can’t wait to read your responses — Jill, S., Jen, Leta, and Leigh!

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For everyone else, here’s a gratuitous picture of me and Noah, sound asleep while we were waiting for the cable repair people last Friday. Maybe not the most flattering picture, but funny!

I wanted to write this and post it on Friday, but the cable was out from Thursday until tonight.

A year ago, on the Friday before Memorial Day, Jill was the first person who knew I was pregnant. She  figured it out before I did, because that Wednesday, I had horrible cramps and was certain that I wasn’t freaking pregnant yet again.

Thursday, I fell asleep after lunch and slept all afternoon.

Friday, I fell asleep after lunch and slept all afternoon. I woke up still upset because I wasn’t pregnant AND I still hadn’t gotten my freaking period.

Jill had a rough day that day too. We decided to go for a "comfort food" dinner, and conveniently enough, there was an I-HOP in walking distance of the place she was renting. (This was while I had already moved, but she was still in DC in a temporary place.)

When we got to the restaurant, I ordered chocolate chip pancakes, with a side of broccoli.

And I didn’t think that was weird.

As we walked home after dinner, Jill pointed out that it was an unorthodox dinner, and hadn’t I slept quite a bit that day, and the day before?

We didn’t go out and buy a home pregnancy test. We decided that we couldn’t handle knowing that I wasn’t, so we’d wait. But, we agreed, we were cautiously optimistic that I might be pregnant.

I am a huge blabbermouth about myself, so when we had dinner the next day with our friends Erin & Kevin, and their kids McKenna & Dillon, we told them that. Heh. And I wasn’t struck down for my presumptiousness!

Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, Jill was in rehersal nearly all day. I had another craving for fruit & veggies, so I hit the grocery store, and while I was there, realized that I could, in fact, find out whether or not I was pregnant.

Along with raspberries and carrots, I bought the fancy, no-ambiguity, "pregnant/not pregnant" readout, idiot-proof home pregnancy test, and sure enough, it said I was pregnant. I scared the crap out of Jill when she got home, waving the test in her face. Fortunately, she still gave the performance of her life the next evening at showtime.

Later that week, the RE confirmed it with a blood test. He also scared the crap out of us by leaving a message on the home machine on Friday at 4:30, asking me to come in ASAP for an ultrasound "so they could determine how many there were in there" because my HCG levels were extremely high.

There had been 3 ripe eggs at the time of the insemination, and we spent the weekend saying to each other, "Oh shit. OK, if it’s twins, we can handle that. We think. But triplets? What if it’s triplets? Oh shit. What if it’s triplets??? Can we handle that??? Oh shit."

It wasn’t, of course. It was just Noah, and lots and lots of hormones.

All this by way of saying that we went out to dinner at IHOP on Friday, Noah charmed the waitress, and no one had chocolate chip pancakes OR broccoli. And it was a very happy anniversary.

I’m at work, so this is going to be short.

Comcast is evil, and has continued telling us lies on an almost daily basis — not on the holiday, because they weren’t working. Suffice it to say that we still have no cable or Internet access from home. (My home computer doesn’t even have a dial modem.)

They allege to be coming today, during the one window of time that we told them we were absolutely unavailable. We’ve asked the babysitter to stay home with Noah during that time, which Noah will hate. Poor everybody! Especially since they alleged to be coming on Friday, on Saturday, and on Sunday. They will be getting a customer complaint letter the likes of which I have never before written.

Anyway, Noah is still thriving. He weighed in at 17 lbs this morning, although he hasn’t pooped since Friday, so it may drop down to 16.5 again later today. (Don’t worry about the poop thing, family. Nursing babies often go several days between poops.) And his Mommies are doing pretty well, too, although we look forward to having Internet access and TV back.

And here’s a picture of him with Grandma, taken on Mother’s Day. He’s already bigger, and older looking, but until we have Internet access at home, I can’t upload any more recent pictures. :)

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Hi! I’m guest posting from The Baby Juggler’s house! Isn’t that nice of her? We had a great dinner with them too — her much bigger babies are very sweet to Noah.

We thought Comcast was coming to hook up our cable yesterday, between 2-5 pm. They didn’t, and they pretended that we didn’t answer the phone so they had to cancel. Yeah, right. We were waiting with baited breath!

They rescheduled for today from 11-2 pm. Again, no show. We called half-hourly until 5, constantly reassured that they were coming. Then they promised they’d call with a new time, no later than 7, on Jill’s cell. Guess what hasn’t rung?

Maybe instead of cable, we’ll get dish and DSL. If we’re lucky.

Anyway, that’s why I haven’t been on email or the blog, and it’ll probably be Tuesday before I post again. But I’m thinking of all of you, and I have a totally hilarious picture to post of me and Noah sleeping on Friday, after he kept me up from 1 to 3:30 am. Talk about zombified.

Thanks again K, J, Mini & Jr, for having dinner with us, and for letting me post from Casa Baby Juggler!

This rant isn’t quite as detailed as I intended it to be. Everyone in the Payroll Department is at some giant PayrollCon this week, except one very nice woman who explained to me that she could help me with "payroll" but not with "benefits."

Since what I want is someone to walk me through all the deductions on my check stub, and to tell me how they’ll change — and what my bottom line will be when I go back from 80% to regular full-time work — I thought she would be able to help me.

No, sadly.

The payroll people deal only with the tax bits. She would be happy to explain to me how imputed income works, but she can’t tell me why the amount of imputed income showing up on my current check is +4X what it was before I went out on FMLA leave.

I already know how imputed income works. It’s a fine notion, that companies have to count certain benefits as if they were income paid to their employees. That way you can’t sneakily give your executives houses and cars and housekeepers and tell your shareholders that they only earn a pittance.

Sometimes, it’s a problem. The amount of money my employer pays for Jill’s health insurance is taxed as income to me. If we could get legally married, they would stop taxing that as income to me. So my income is "X," but my taxable income is Y, which = "X+employer contribution to Jill’s health insurance." Incidently, the difference between X and Y is LARGE.

I think — although I need to talk to the benefits person (who works in another time zone) to make sure — I think that number is approximately $11,000 this year. But it is theoretically possible that part of that number has something to do with my having been on FMLA leave. I have to pay some of the benefit costs back, but maybe some of them are accounted for as imputed income.

If my math is right, and the FMLA isn’t making the numbers completely insane, a straight married person making my exact income would pay less in all federal and state taxes than I pay, because that person’s taxable income would be $11,000 less than mine.

Why I’m confused is because last year the difference between X and Y was much smaller, more like $3000. That’s still unfair, but a lot less dramatic.

Also theoretically, Congress could fix this problem. Here’s more information about the bill that would do that, from HRC.

BTW, I guest blogged this evening over at Accident of Hope, while Trista is on vacation. I tell an embarassing story about myself, so if you don’t want to read one of those, stay here. Otherwise, you should know that Trista is a very interesting blogger, with an adorable little girl named Julia. If you haven’t yet, go visit.


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It happened today. Noah discovered his feet. Every time they slipped from his grasp and went back down where feet usually go, he whimpered and fussed until I lifted them back to within reach.

Except for the fussing, it was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. He was entertained by his own feet for at least 30 minutes.

I’m afraid I won’t get to my rant today — I want to substantiate my annoyance with the evil imputed income/tax on being gay with actual percentages from my own life, and I still need to talk to the payroll people to make sure I understand.

OH!!! BUT!!! We have a court date for the adoption!!! June 28. :) :) :) The best news of the day!

Update: Noah woke up at 4 am and entertained himself for half an hour by playing with his feet. Sadly, he then remembered that he was hungry, so Mommy was up for the better part of an hour. Mommy is really tired.

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