Noah slept a record amount today. 2 naps of 45 minutes each, plus a 2 hour & 15 minute doozy, and was still crankyfussytired at 7:04 pm. I’m hot on his heels. Recovery’s a bitch.

My new job started today, and even though it was mostly an informal day of talking with the new boss about various aspects of the job — and also explaining that I needed to take a 20-30 minute break every ~2.5-3 hours to go pump — it was still on the high-energy side. I was all keyed up with anticipation and wanting to make a good impression.

I still think it’s going to be a lot of fun. (But I am a little nervous since he’s going out on a big flyfishing vacation next week.)

But I am tired and am going to go drink some watery apple juice and go to bed instead of blogging about the trip. Have some more pictures of Noah from the trip while you wait to hear the details.

Noah & Aunt Mikki
Here’s Noah hanging out in the living room with Aunt Mikki. Don’t you love his bib?

Noah Loves Jill's Reunion

Mom, who ARE all these people and why are you making me get my picture taken with them???

OH YEAH, and I heard that BlogHer was really really really really great. The theme was "How is your blog changing the world?" The blog guy from my office even went and had a blast. I’m so jealous!

Who wants to go next year?

I’ll do a big, real post later this week. But for now, because I know you all want more pictures of Noah, here are two of my favorites from Friday.

Can you drive this thing?

Our plane was delayed, because it turns out that Noah doesn’t have his pilot’s license yet.

Serious Melissa & Liza

What do you mean we won’t figure out how to end war in the middle east before Noah finishes chewing through the handle of that bag? Even Levi won’t stand for it!

More tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday. Depending on how tired I am from my first day on the new job AND grocery shopping since we’ve been out of town 2 weekends in a row.

Tomorrow morning at horribly early o’clock in the morning, Noah and his mommies leave to go to Washington DC, where we have an action packed schedule!

  • Friday: Meet Grandma & Grandpa! And maybe some other people!
  • Saturday: Mommy’s HS Reunion! Noah gets to look cute at her classmates and their kids in the afternoon, then stay with Aunt Mikki & Aunt Claire while his Mommies go to the fancy evening stuff without him. (It’s the other Mommy’s reunion. I look forward to meeting the people with whom she used to play softball.)
  • Sunday: Meet Levi and his Mommies! Go home and tell the ceiling fan all about it!

After I wrote that last line, I realized it made no sense because I forgot one of the cutest things about the beach trip last weekend:

Noah was SO! EXCITED! to get home. He did not stop babbling for the first 15 minutes. Mostly he beamed and cooed at the ceiling fan in the living room and the bookshelves in the corner.

Noah's Friend the Ceiling Fan
Noah's Friend the Shelf

When he was chattering at either of these places, he smiled with the same enthusiasm normally reserved for the first time he sees us in the morning. Other rooms in the house were warmly greeted, but it’s clear who Noah’s favorites are. Yes, I could be replaced by a ceiling fan in Noah’s affections. A small taste of life when he’s a teenager?

Of course, he’s long loved these shelves. They even used to calm him down when he was an inconsolable newborn.

(Aside to Reno: Go to Flickr on a BB connection and look closely at the left hand shelf!)

Look for a photo frenzy when we get back.

In real life, I’m really, really out. Everyone at work knows, whenever it comes up in context, I come out. I try not to be all "there’s something I need to tell you" about it — it just comes up. And mostly I’m proud of that and it barely ever registers as something I need to Be Sensitive about.

But.

I drop off Noah at day care every morning. We do early drop off, so all the kids who are dropped off early are in the same place. There are about 5 "big kids" (2-6) and one other infant, on busy days. Sometimes it’s Noah and 2 of the oldest big kids, age 5 & 6.

The 2 oldest big kids are incredibly inquisitive, friendly kids. I hope Noah grows up just like them.

And today, for the second time, I found myself in conversation with the big kids about the fact that Noah has 2 mommies. This time there were 4 big kids talking with me about it. I could see the gears turning as the five year olds tried to make Noah’s world make sense in their worlds.

BK1: Noah has 2 mommies?

Me: Yes.

BK2: Was he adopted?

Me: Sort of. He grew in my tummy and his other mommy adopted him.

BK1: Does Noah have a daddy?

Me: No. He only has mommies.

BK3: I have two mommies!

Me: Really? (I know there is a big kid with 2 mommies at this day care, but I don’t know who it is.)

BK3: I have two mommies and a daddy.

Me: You’re a pretty lucky girl.

BK4 (the littlest BK): I have a mommy and she bought me a dinosaur book.

Me: You’re lucky too!

BK2: Can I touch Noah’s hair?

All 4 big kids scramble in to touch Noah’s hair. Gently!!! We agree that it is very soft. Then I announce that I have to go to work.

OK, I don’t know how else I might have handled it, or if I should have handled it differently, or if I need to be thinking more, or if I’m thinking too much, or what.

And maybe I shouldn’t be worrying extra about this, but I am, even though I’m afraid it’s racist of me, but I worry extra about the fact that the other early drop off infant comes from an obviously observant Muslim family. His mom isn’t veiled, but the only parts of her that show are face and hands.

IF they were adults, maybe even teens, I wouldn’t be worrying at all. But maybe I think that parents have the right to talk to their kids about this stuff on their own schedule, and maybe they don’t want their kids having it "rubbed in their face" at day care.

And at the same time, maybe it’s good that those kids will grow up having known 2 mom families for their whole lives and not having had a big deal made of it. Of course that’s a good thing.

So why am I so freaked out?

I’ve been having an interesting series of conversations about whether or not there is a unique blogospheric voice of lesbian mommy bloggers, pregnant lesbian bloggers, and lesbian TTC bloggers, or really, whether or not there is a need to develop a central and updated blogroll of us.

The whole thing was sparked by the fabulous S’s recent query to her Babes in Blogland readers, about how they might like to see that site expand. She and I exchanged some email on the pros and cons of creating a "2 moms" tag or category, and/or racial, ethnic, or religious categories. Since her post, I’ve been having that conversation simultaeously on a few other fronts, both in real life and online, and I decided it was time to bring the conversation here.

I’m of two minds.

At least two. Maybe more.

On the one hand, I read lots of awesome blogs by straight mommies, pregnant women, and TTC-ers, and I know that some of you awesome straight people read my blog too. (No examples, because I’d feel terrible when I realized who I forgot.)

All of us go through the same crazy stages (if we’re lucky enough to get pregnant and become mommies): the roller coaster of trying to get pregnant, the physical bizarreness of being pregnant, the high drama of giving birth, the exhaustion of figuring out how to do this mom thing. All of us are plagued by poop and poop management. (Aside: Noah pooped three times yesterday, all at school! Can I tell you how happy his mommies are??? AND he pooped again there today! Four poops and no poopy diapers for us!)

Maybe I read your blog for the first time because you were a pregnant or TTC lesbian, or maybe it was because you’re a mom or were pregnant or TTC when I was pregnant, but I kept reading because you can write, and you’re saying something interesting. Yes, I’m talking about you.

But.

Our families face some unique challenges as families with two moms and (usually) no dad.

I want Noah to grow up knowing other kids with 2 moms and 2 dads, so if he does get teased or feel weird, at least he’ll know he isn’t alone. And I want to hear how other lesbian moms work out legal protection for their families, whether through adoption or otherwise. How do we deal with strange or awkward situations with insurance companies or fertility specialists or hospitals?

Finding other blogs written by lesbian moms, pregnant women, and ttc-ers was hugely important to me when I first got pregnant. Technorati wasn’t very helpful. Surfing your blogrolls was, once I found a couple of your blogs.

On the other hand, S pointed out to me that the homophobic fundie mommy-blogosphere is pretty big and well organized, and they can get pretty vitrolic. Some of the new mommy bloggers on my blogroll got hit by some serious nastygrams from alleged Christians when they had their babies or dealt with difficulties during pregnancy. Maybe making a list for those people to attack is a bad idea.

I was almost persuaded by that argument when ClubMom launched the beta of it’s social networking site, The Mom Network. I had a work excuse to explore some social networking sites, and decided to make that my first one.

It’s pretty much impossible to be out on the Mom Network. And the more I looked for ways to be out or other lesbian moms, the more disappointed I became. Even among their dozen+ Mommy Bloggers, who blog in more than 30 categories, they don’t have any same-sex family bloggers.

Naturally I sent them a very nice note recommending adding "domestic partner" to the relationship status option and changing "husband issues" to "husband/partner issues" for the social networking categories. And I offered myself and you as potential lesbian mommy bloggers.

That was only yesterday, so I’m prepared to wait a little while for a response.

However, the experience made me lean more towards thinking that we could really use an easier way to find other lesbian moms and parents (hopefully) to be. We can be surprisingly hard to find.

What do you think?

Whoo-whoo! Congratulations, Jill!!!

My lovely wife got a promotion today! And with it, a much appreciated raise that gives us a little breathing room in that post-baby very tight budget. :) :) :)

Jill works incredibly hard at her job, and she’s a total rock star. It’s so nice to see her being recognized and appreciated for that, a big change from the job she had when we first met.

It came at the perfect time, too. We had a long talk on the drive to and from the beach, about what we want next, both as a family and as individuals.

What we created out of that conversation, was a commitment that over the next ~2 years, we will set ourselves on track to be complete, fulfilled, and prosperous as a family.

That means Jill starts trying to concieve later this year (henceforth "TTC" — for those of you not in the hopefully-baby-making section of the blogosphere), with the hope of being pregnant by Noah’s 1st birthday, and on a career path that is intellectually engaging and fulfilling no more than 2 years from now.

And it means that I dive into the new job head first, getting certified as a privacy professional, and publishing an article on a privacy/law enforcement/4th Amendment topic in the next year. I want to develop additional breadth in my area of expertise. I’m also looking at ways for us to live on my salary alone for some period of time if it turns out that Jill needs some further education or training for her next major career move.

It would be great if that looked like big honkin’ promotions and/or raises for me, but it also might look like moving to a less expensive location. (We met like 5 families this weekend who all moved to the same slightly-further-out suburb when they had or decided to have baby #2. A third of the other babies in Noah’s class live there too. It must be the place where liberals with babies move when they outgrow the reasonably priced homes in our suburb.) Or it might look like some combination thereof. Or like something we haven’t imagined yet. The lottery?

In any event, it’s an exciting time here in Casa Booski!

(I can hardly even contain my excitement that Jill is ready to start the pre-TTC prep work we want to do — prenatal vitamins, tracking her ovulation for a couple of cycles, setting up doctor’s appointments — so that in a few months we can start trying to make Noah a big brother!)

Our first trip to the beach with Noah was a lot of fun. We went as part of the first annual MEGA Family Vacation group, and there were a couple dozen other (mostly lesbian) families there too, and lots and lots and lots of kids, mostly toddlers and preschoolers, but everything from Noah’s age to teens.

Mommy & Noah at the Beach

On Saturday morning, we all met at the beach on Tybee Island, just outside of Savannah and just south of Hilton Head. Our waitress described it as the "redneck Riviera." We think that’s probably fair, especially after seeing how many beer cans there were on the beach at 6 am on Sunday.

Noah and Mommy on the Patio

Unfortunately, at 95 degrees and 100% humidity, even slathered in sunscreen Noah was only good for half an hour or maybe 40 minutes down at the beach. So we came back to our hotel and after we cleaned up, we had lunch on the patio.

Finally, the 95 Degree Heat Wilts Noah

Even that was only bearable for so long.

This is WAY more fun than being outside
Blowing Raspberries with Mommy
Cuddling in the Hotel Room

Noah enjoyed himself more in the air conditioned hotel room.

After some playtime with his Mommies and a nap, it was time for the MEGA Family Picnic and Dance.

The Twist
Noah's First Electric Slide
Y-M-C-A

It turns out that Noah loves to dance. He did the Twist, the Electric Slide, and the Y-M-C-A.

Mommy Does the Chicken Dance

He even watched Mommy do the Chicken Dance.

I Give This Dance a Thumbs Up

Dancing gets Noah’s "thumb’s up!"

Evening Beach Walk

All good things must come to an end, but Noah was still awake. So after the dance, we took an evening walk on the beach. It was only around 8 pm and nowhere near as dark as the pictures make it look. And I’m starting to like this sling as a hip carrier. Maybe Noah was just too little for slings earlier.

I'm Still Not Tired

By now, both mommies were beat. But Noah was still not tired. Who can be tired when there’s SITTING to do?

Eventually, Noah finally consented to sleep. Sort of. Off and on, anyway. This morning we went for an early morning walk on the beach — 6 am, there were maybe half a dozen other people out and about that early. Then we went for breakfast and headed home pretty early.

Ahoy There, Pirate Mommy!

Having not slept well, the mommies got a little punchy on the way home. Who says happy meals are just for kids? Especially pirate happy meals!?? (To be fair to Jill, I begged her to wear the punch out pirate accessories from the side of the box.)

Pirate Mommy is Funny

Noah thought the eye patch was hilarious.

Heading Home on Sunday
En Route Home

On the whole, he enjoyed the car trip.

The End

But 5 hours really is a long time.

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