Here — finally! — are everyone’s questions. Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed!

If you don’t have a blog, you can answer in the comments (and if you don’t feel up to all 5 questions at once, you can leave multiple comments as you have time to answer). And if you have a blog, please comment here when you’ve posted your own answers. Also, ask 5 people if they will let you interview them!

Jill

  1. In a parallel universe where you and I never met, what are you doing, and where?
  2. What are you most proud of yourself for doing?
  3. What are you most proud of me for doing?
  4. Do you think you ever will start blogging? Why or why not?
  5. If you could be cast in anything, anywhere, with anyone else acting or directing, what would it be? Where? Who else? Why?
     

 

S.

  1. How do you manage to keep up with all the new babes in blogland? Are there a handful of blogs you think more people should read?
  2. Flash-forward 25 years. What do you hope I, M, and J’s lives are like?  How differently do you imagine each of their futures?
  3. What are you most proud of yourself for doing?
  4. If money and other practical matters were not an issue, what would you most want to do with your life, and why?
  5. What has been the biggest surprise for you, about being a mom?

Jen

  1. What drew you to librarianship? Do you still feel that way?
  2. What has been the most unexpected thing about motherhood for you?
  3. Natalie is 25. What do you hope her life is like?
  4. What are you most proud of Cait for doing? (I told you guys that Trista asked the best questions.)
  5. What are you most proud of yourself for doing?

Leta

  1. In a parallel universe where Silver Spring & MoCo do not exist, where do you live?
  2. If you could direct anyone, in anything, who? what? where? why?
  3. If you could be cast in anything, what? where? with whom? why?
  4. What are you most proud of yourself for doing?
  5. What do you wish more people knew about Celiac Disease?

Leigh

  1. You read blogs, but you haven’t started blogging yourself. Why not?
  2. How did you come to find mine?
  3. What are your top 5 favorite blogs?
  4. What are you most proud of yourself for doing?
  5. Tell us a little bit about yourself. :)
 

We had an exhausting and enormously productive weekend, where we not only got a lot of stuff moved and much of the old house cleaned (1 bathroom was on the verge of becoming its ecosystem), but learned a ton about Noah and watched him continue learning about the world around him.

Random singing, initiated by the other Mommy, but skilllessly and enthusastically joined by this Mommy, delights Noah. This is good, as it’s an extremely packing-friendly activity.

Our medley of the first 2 or 3 lines of the choruses of most of Foreigner’s Top 40 songs were a huge hit with him, especially "Dirty White Boy." He actually squealled with uncontainable glee when Jill started singing that bit.

We also learned that Noah does badly when bored. Sunday was especially boring, what with all the cleaning we did. Noah was great for most of the morning, but got increasingly fussy as noon came and went. By 2 pm he was in full freak out mode, unconsolable, furious, and driving his Mommies insane.

Fortunately, we don’t go to pieces simultaneously. The last time it was this bad, Jill rescued me. I decided that it was time to return the favor. So I bustled Noah into his car seat as fast as humanly possible and fled the premises.

He actually began to calm down when I sat the car seat near the front door, facing the window, while I put on shoes and threw my wallet in the diaper bag. Five minutes later, he was almost calm, just occasionally giving a hiccupy cry.

It occured to me, finally, that he hadn’t been out for a walk all day. So I drove over to a nearby campus, parked the car, and we walked around looking at the pretty trees and buildings  with enormous porches. Noah’s mood improved enormously, and he babbled and giggled at me for at least 15 minutes, and hung out quietly for at least another 30. I could see he was getting sleepy-fussy, so we went back to the car, and in less than 10 minutes, he was sound asleep.

Note to self: Take the baby for a walk in the morning!

And while we were out, Jill was heroically productive around the house.

Tomorrow, I hope to post the interview questions for all the nice people who volunteered to be interviewed, AND I have a "the gay tax" rant bubbling up out of my efforts to figure out how much I’m going to be paid when I return from 4 days/week to 5. Imputed income is the devil.

 

Yesterday was action packed!

We visited the DMV, the doctor, the lawyer, dropped by the park where my group at work was doing a volunteer cleanup day, and Mommy Jill had a staged reading last night, as part of a fundraiser for a local theater.

Noah continued his exciting efforts to roll over. Yesterday he didn’t quite succeed in getting all the way over, but at 11 pm, agitated and cold, he managed to get one foot between the slats of his crib. Of course getting it out again is a lot harder, poor guy. He isn’t hurt, but he was very upset about the whole thing and didn’t fall-and-stay asleep again until 1 am.

Why was he cold? Well, lately he’s been waking up with bug bites or maybe a rash around his ears, neck, and top of chest. Between that and the possibility of GERD, I called the pediatrician yesterday and they could see us almost immediately, so of course we went.

The little marks were diagnosed as, not bug bites, but heat rash. Since I already suspected that I was one of those "I’m cold, you put on a sweater" moms, that instantly made sense. Especially since the 2 times we most often see the reaction are when he wakes up and when he’s coming out of his carseat.

The doctor also said that Noah’s reaction didn’t actually sound like GERD to her, or if it was, it was mild to moderate at most. She thinks it sounds more like our old friend MILK PROTEIN ALLERGY. Yup. Mommy has to go back to eating fake dairy products. :( This doctor thought we should give it a week of me not eating dairy, and if there’s no improvement, then she’ll prescribe infant zantac.

Oh well. At least I’m better informed now than I was last time we did this.

Back to packing.

 

It’s been a very big day!

First, Noah rolled himself over from back to front, while playing on the baby gym and hanging out with Mommy Jill this afternoon.

AND  we went and looked at an apartment in the adjoining county, and WE SIGNED A LEASE! It’s a 2-flat house, semi-furnished, with a month to month lease. We’re going to move stuff this weekend. Best of all, the mail delivery doesn’t involve any special keys.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Noah, tomorrow we’re going to go to the DMV.

 

  action shot on the baby gym 
  Originally uploaded by LizaWasHere.

I went mamarazzi crazy this morning while Noah was being all adorable and having fun on the baby gym. Here’s my favorite shot, but there are a ton more on flickr.

 

Moment of hating Typepad – it ate maybe 20% of this post! Which of course was the best 20% and my re-writing efforts will never match the pure literature of the missing words. :)

Early morning update to include something I’m proud of that I forgot!

Because she is so persuasive, I volunteered to Trista to participate in the "agree to a 5 question interview" meme that’s floating around these days. And what interesting questions they were!

I’m supposed to find 5 volunteers who will let me interview them. If you’re willing, please say so in the comments! (You can either answer in your own blog, or in the comments here if you haven’t started blogging yourself.)

1)      What did it feel like to see your name on a real, honest-to-god book for the first time?

It was unbelievable! Not as good as getting married or as when they finally brought Noah to me, but way up there. Better than graduating.  Even better than the time that I found out an article I also co-authored was being used in a course at Harvard Law School (it was only recommended reading, not required — but still!). That’s probably the closest experience I’ve had to the same feeling as the day my 5 copies of the books arrived at the house. It was amazingly satisfying.

(Like the subtle way I worked that brag in? Unlike the book, I can almost never think of a way to tell people where that article ended up. I found out because my co-author was a Harvard Law student at the time, and his classmates thought it was cool that he was on the syllabus.)

The most surprising thing about writing the book — not that you asked — was how much of a collective experience it was. I absolutely, positively, could NOT have done it without my co-authors, especially Helen Adams, the lead author. Her commitment to the project really pulled me along during the times I felt overwhelmed, both by the work and my own fear of not being good enough.

I also couldn’t have done it without Jill, who humored and indulged and supported me in all of my crazy days of struggling with the book. I actually made her go away for an entire weekend at one point, because I was literally unable to make myself do the work when she was home, even if she was trying to let me work. (Thanks too, to Mikki, who invited Jill to spend the weekend!)

2)      What is the thing that you are proudest of Jill for doing?

Changing careers to pursue her dream.

Jill left a job where she was a big mucketty muck for a professional sports team, managing ~1100 people, to see if she had what it took to be a professional actor. And even though the idea of not "paying her own way" — being dependent on someone else — was really scary for her, when we sat down and figured out that we could do it, she let me support her for almost a year. It turned out that it was harder for us to make the $ work than we originally thought, so she did need to go back to having a day job. But she took a job that would allow her to keep focusing on her acting, unlike the previous position.

She may be about to pass that one up with her current evaluation of her priorities.

3)      What is the thing that you are proudest of yourself for doing?

This was the hardest question to answer. I think I’m going to go with "writing the book." But because it was hard and I have a terrible fear that I’m bragging, I’m going to actually force myself to put down some other things that I’m proud of having done:

  • Really great "get out the vote" work that helped Mom get elected to the State Court of Appeals in 2004. She won with 51% of the votes, so I know I made a difference. She swept the student ward where I spent most of election day, and voter turnout was high.
  • Coaching. I’ve been trained as a communication & leadership skills coach, and some of the people I coached really took themselves and their lives on in an amazing way. I helped an overeducated secretary figure out that her true passion was hospital chaplaincy, and get on a path to fulfilling that dream for herself. I helped another woman design and implement a program to help 11th graders at her low-income/immigrant family dominated high school get ready to apply for college.
  • Learning to admit to myself what I really want, and learning to ask for it. It sounds so simple, but for me, the fear that I was going to disappoint people, or that they would think I shouldn’t want that or need help getting it, was unbelievably hard to overcome. It still isn’t a cakewalk, but you shoulda seen me back in the day.
  • My political skills. Political skills get a bad rap. I’m especially proud of my ability to communicate with straight people about glbt issues, in a way that has them "get it" and calms their fears. I’m able to listen to them and acknowledge wherever they are, without making them feel like I’m judging them. And that creates a space where they can listen to me. There’s a lot of "being" as opposed to "doing" in all this. I’m really good at being "pretty much normal, same hopes and dreams and fears and crap as you" about being married to Jill, and us being Noah’s Moms, and communicating that to people who maybe think it’s a little weird, or have some totally out there idea of what that "lifestyle" means.
  • Updated Item: www.GetNetWise.org – I was responsible for all of the at launch content of this website, which was jointly sponsored by every big in 1999 Internet company that you can name. It went from an idea we were pitching with vague interest and support, to announcement of the launch by Vice President Gore, with 2 Senators, 1 Cabinet Member, and numerous other senior  members of the administration, non-profit leaders, and corporate excecutives also speaking. And all that happened in the course of the busiest 6 weeks of my life. But the result — good Internet safety information for families, a tool that let parents compare parental controls software in an unbiased way based on their values, and launch support from companies otherwise practically at war with one another — was wonderful.

4)
I am in earnest; I will not equivocate; I will not excuse; I will not
retreat a single inch; and I will be heard.” – William Lloyd Garrison.
Have you ever felt this in your life? What was it about and what
happened?

Yes, actually! (I know you’re shocked.)

The best example I can think of is about our wedding.

Jill and I had a big wedding in February 2003, almost a year before the San Francisco weddings caused national attention to the issue to completely explode.

At that time, most of the GLBT people we knew had "commitment ceremonies."

When we started planning ours, I decided that I was just NOT going to accept second class treatment, starting with second class language. I was calling the state between proposal and ceremony "being engaged," the event itself a "wedding," and the state of being after the event "married." I also invited all the people one traditionally invites to a wedding, including extended family members whom I knew might have opinions that were not entirely in support of same sex couples getting married.

There was a blowup involving the extended family and my nuclear family.

But at the end of the day, no one in my nuclear family equivocated, excused, or retreated a single inch. And my cousin who was at the epicenter of the explosion learned a lot about family and judgment and compassion and putting yourself into someone else’s shoes. And so did I. In fact, I think the whole experience made me closer to that entire arm of my extended family.

Added interesting twist: 51 weeks later, I declared to a room full of probably 800 people that my purpose in life was to cause gay and lesbian families to be safe, secure, and fully celebrated as families. Days after that, Mayor Gavin Newsom began granting same sex couples marriage licenses.

Obviously, there’s a lot "more east to go" in this process, but IMO, the public discourse on gay marriage and 2-Mom or 2-Dad families has made a monumental shift in the last 3 years. And while we can’t take credit for the whole shift, I believe that the stand Jill and I took about our wedding was a piece of a grassroots groundswell that will continue to change the world.

5)      Do you think Maple cabinets and Cherry Cabinets can look good together in the same kitchen?  Why or why not?

Yes, I think they can. But it depends on the kitchen, and really, on the house. If the house were all maple but for one or two lonely cherry cabinets, that might look weird. But if there were a lot of different stains and grains of wood already in the house, then you have a theme of natural wood finishes. The other alternative would be to focus attention on the difference, so it looks like an artistic choice, not an accident.

I don’t have a very "matchy" style, myself. So my dark cherry bookshelves sit next to my walnut stained entertainment center, on my blond wood floors. And the dining room table has a finish that reminds me of olive wood, but I’m sure it isn’t, and the chairs are a very deep brown. They actually match the kitchen table. All of them are natural wood finishes, which I love. Oh and we have some pine bookshelves behind the couch (which has walnut-looking feet) and pine storage cabinets near where Jill works in the kitchen. Tragically, IMO, we are cursed with bright white kitchen cabinets AND counters. They blow the theme, and are absolutely not my taste.

On the other hand, my sister has much matchier taste. Maple and cherry mixed together would never work for her 50s era blond wood furnishings.

 

My Mom came down for the weekend, which was really wonderful. And I’m not saying that just because she reads the blog. When she called to confirm her itinerary, she announced "I don’t want to do any big Mother’s Day stuff. I just want to spend time with Noah and for you two to get out and spend some time together."

It was very sweet, but of course this is our FIRST Mothers’ Day, so we wanted "big Mothers’ Day stuff." And can you imagine how weird it would be to celebrate Mother’s Day, with Mom there, without Mom?

On Saturday, we saw a play, Alexander, Who’s Not, Not, Not, Not, Not Going to Move, directed by our wonderful babysitter, Clint. Then we went out for an early dinner, and saw Akeelah and the Bee. While we were doing that, Noah had his colorful meltdown with Grandma, who thinks he has GERD. (Which could be true, I’d been starting to wonder about that myself.)

Sunday was less frenetic and equally lovely. Maybe even better.

Noah got up at 5:30 am, but he didn’t fuss until after I’d gotten the coffee started. (And Jill went downstairs and got me some after Noah demanded breakfast.) He’s started hanging out for 5 or maybe even almost 10 minutes in the morning, after he wakes up, before getting upset that he’s alone. It’s lovely.

Everyone else got up a little later, and we went out for "brunch" at shortly before 9 am. Later in the morning, Noah and I took a nap, Grandma took a nap, and then Jill took a nap. Poor Jill was exhausted. She stayed up later than I did, enjoying a number of episodes of The Facts of Life, since Season 1 & Season 2 recently arrived at our house on DVD. (They’re great, by the way.)

Grandma, Noah and I took a long walk around a local campus, the day after graduation. It was pretty, if a little bit trashed from all the celebrating. Hopefully Grandma will send pictures soon.

Then Jill and I went out for an early fancy romantic dinner date.

It’s one of our favorite extremely special occasion restaurants ever. All the tables are small, the layout is intimate, and we’d even managed to reserve the special separate dining room in the corner of the restaurant. It’s a cosy little room, maybe 10×12. The floor is covered with a thick, soft mat, and layers and layers of cushions. The walls are upholstered with soft fabric. The table is a low lazy susan. And the food at the restaurant is fabulous — great quality food, imaginatively prepared, paired with very nice wines.

In case it isn’t totally obvious from the description, it is the last restaurant I’ve eaten in where I would ever expect to see children. Especially babies.

While we were settling into our cushioned little nest, we joked with the restaurant about how happy we were that we were NOT going to hear any babies during this meal. No one was going to be crying. Or at least we hoped not. Later, when I was being difficult about the wine, I joked that I was trying to make her cry, and how was that going?

I should really know better. My relationship to absolute statements, especially the word "never" but including anything that hints at "neverness," is always dicey. I have done every single thing I have ever specifically sworn I was never going to do.

Fifteen minutes into our evening, another young couple with a baby came into the restaurant. We heard the waitress saying "Wow, gee, a stroller? Ummmmmm, I’m not sure where I should seat you. Do any of these tables look to you like they would work?" She tried to discourage them, subtley, but since the restaurant was fairly quiet, she didn’t tell them they couldn’t have a table. Apparently the babysitter cancelled at the last minute.

Another fifteen minutes later, of course the baby started to cry. And she cried, off and on, the whole rest of the time we were there.

At least we weren’t responsible for her, but, the crying did generate that "milk letdown" feeling in me.

And we thought it was more funny than annoying. (But we also promised each other, and the waitress, that we would cancel our reservations if the baby had to join us for dinner. There are tons of baby-friendly restaurants in our area, although none as nice or delicious as this one.)

When we got home, Noah was beginning to meltdown again. Fortunately, he was distracted (first by the comic genius of Mommy’s hair, and then by a bath) and then fed, snuggled, and put to bed. Which Mommy did to herself a little while later. And is going to do again now.

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