Well, maybe not quite clearly, but a helluva lot better than I can remember seeing in the past!

Yes, I went through with the Lasik yesterday! I was so scared beforehand that I thought I was going to throw up, and I wouldn’t talk about it or let Jill talk about it, beyond the minimum necessary logistical details.

Fortunately, half an hour or so before the actual surgery, they give you the option of taking a valium, which helped a lot. It even calmed me down enough to be hungry instead of queasy, and to eat a granola bar.

And I could tell it at least partially worked before I even left the room — there was a clock on the wall and I couldn’t read it before, but I could read it after!

They say that as the eye heals, especially in the first 24 hours but also for the next 2 weeks, my eyesight will keep improving. Whee! Already, though, I can see things I couldn’t have seen without my glasses on. Which is so cool.

I promise I won’t get too graphic here, but this is what it feels like now: like I’ve been wearing contacts for way too long. That’s the kind of tired and itchy. No pain or anything more dramatic than that.

 

Following again in Isabel’s footsteps, the first thing I did upon seeing this was run for the camera.

He doesn't LOOK like a demon-baby

To be fair, I did extricate his foot. And he might have deserved to have it stuck there, since this is in the morning after the second night in a row where he woke up screaming like a banshee at 12:30 am. Last night he fell back asleep around 2, I think, but the night before he stayed up until 3:30 am.

Which also leads to fantasies of taking really mean blackmail pictures of him. This is pretty tame given my present mindset.

 

One of my favorite bloggers, Isabel of Hola, Isabel (no, not that Isabel, King friends), had a fabulous and thought-provoking series of posts this week on her experience with her gay brother coming out to the family in his late 20s.

Reading the posts and the comment discussions, plus some email correspondence with Isabel, led me to post (finally) some thoughts about what might have someone who comes out under pretty good circumstances still wind up alienated from their family, over on the other blog.

I’m not done thinking about this, but my thoughts haven’t quite gotten clear yet. There’s at least one more post, maybe something else, having to do with:

  • Think through why you’re coming out and what kind of relationship you want to have with the person in the long run.
  • Try to imagine a few ways people might react when you come out, not just the worst case scenario.
  • Who “should” try to open up conversations about “what it means” when you come out.
  • It isn’t anyone’s fault that we live in a homophobic world, but we have to decide how we are going to deal with it.
  • We have a lot of power to make things be normal or be awkward or be secretive. And by we I mean every single person. Not absolute power, perhaps, but more than we think.
  • It is so important to try to find out what is going on in the heads of the people we care about, and telepathy doesn’t work reliably as a source of information.
  • Secrets drain people and damage relationships.

I’m curious about your thoughts, especially after you go read Isabel’s posts and mine on the other blog, but even just from your impressions here.

 

I had an idea earlier this week. A brainstorm, really.

It happened as I was thinking about Atlanta Pride, which is this weekend, and about BlogHer, a conference for women bloggers that I’m going to in Chicago later this summer.

I realized that what I really needed was a LesbianFamily.org t-shirt — and maybe some that other people would enjoy. And it turns out that with the help of CafePress, and the fact that we already had a really cool logo, I didn’t need a whole lot of design skill to put together something that actually looks good.

LesbianFamily.org Or so I think, anyway. That’s the core of the design, although you can also get one that has the blog tagline, or one that says “Friend of the Family.”

The CafePress people give you 14 days to try out their “premium store” and then you either have to pay them or scale back to only one item per design, so I suspect the variety will diminish in about 2 weeks. :)

Also? 50% of the profits from this store will go to support organizations that work to protect gay and lesbian families.

Hopefully I’ll have action shots of the t-shirts this weekend.

 

Yowza! This has been an action packed, exhausting weekend. And I even napped both days!

Friday we went out to dinner with Liam and his mommies, and his friend Nash and Nash’s mommies. The highlight was Noah’s first oreo cookie, which was a huge — and messy — hit. Unfortunately, Liam missed his nap on Friday, so he couldn’t make it to the beach party. Liam’s bad luck was Noah’s good luck — we took his moms’ tickets and partied like rock stars. Noah even tried to take someone else’s shoes.

Saturday, we had music class and then a pool party at the same lovely home where the Family Pride fund raiser was held a few weeks ago.

Noah is not yet a fan of the pool. He pretty much clings to my chest and tries to climb up onto my head. Over my face. When I made him spend 30 seconds in the ladybug floaty, he still clutched my head and spent most of the time urgently insisting, “No mommy no no no mommy no.”

So then we got out of the pool and had a nice cuddle and played with a big ball and ate a chocolate chip cookie. Two cookies in two days! Good times. And good crashing in the car 15 minutes later.

After a marathon nap, we had to wake Noah to get him to his haircut appointment, where he survived being bullied at the giant choo choo table by a 4 year old whose mother was supervising a sibling’s haircut and got a supershort supercute summer haircut.

But that’s not all! After dinner, Noah and I went grocery shopping at the local farmer’s market, and he ate 3/4 of a bakery fig bar — a fig bar roughly the size of an adult woman’s hand, minus the fingers.

Today he slept in, and crashed immediately after church for another marathon 3 hour nap, before we went over to his best friend Kaylee’s house for dinner.

Initially, Noah was overcome by all the choo choos and other fabulous toys, and totally ignored Kaylee and her adorable attempts to give him a hug. About 20 minutes after we arrived, Kaylee’s presence registered with Noah and he got VERY excited and gave her both a hug and a kiss. They continued to play, hug, and fight over toys until it was time to go home. We hope that Kaylee and her big brother Alex start at our new day care this fall.

 

We hadn’t really talked to the new day care about being a 2 mom family. We knew there were others there, either currently or in the past, and … we just hadn’t gotten around to it.

Looks like that part’s been handled. Here’s the card that Noah and his teachers made for us today:

Front of CardInside of Card

He may not learn how to use apostrophes, but he also isn’t learning homophobia. And that’s more important. Particularly at his age.

If you click on the right hand image you can see where Noah actually “signed” it, below where his name appears.

Incidentally, he’s become even kissier. He kissed both teachers goodbye today, and “Can Mommy have a kiss?” did not generate any, “Nooooooooooooooo!” responses.

 

And replaced him with a toddler who likes to scream “NO!” in response to any and all questions asked, including:

  • Do you want to get up?
  • Do you want to stay in bed?
  • Do you want some juice?
  • Do you want an apple/some yogurt/dinner/crackers?
  • Do you want to wake up mommy?
  • Do you want to go downstairs?
  • Do you want to go outside?
  • Do you want to come inside?
  • Do you want to get down?
  • Do you want to get in the bath?
  • Do you want to get out of the bath?
  • Do you want your car?
  • Do you want your blanket?
  • Do you want a ball?
  • Do you want a book?

I think my baby is still in there. Once in a while, this shrieking toddler stops and runs full tilt at me for a “ug” and a “tiss” but if I hold on too long, the “Noooooo, Mommy!” comes right back.

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