Have you seen the news story about the Ohio woman arrested for child endangerment, because she was driving, breast feeding, and talking on her cell phone at the same time?

Normally, I try not to be too judgmental about other moms, but I can’t seem to stop myself from making an exception here. ARE YOU KIDDING? Nursing while driving??????

Maybe I’m the freak. I usually won’t even start driving until Jill’s seatbelt is all the way fastened, much less Noah’s or Josie’s. And yeah, I also admit that I’ve made mistakes on buckling them in, so on about 2 occasions each, they’ve been driven somewhere when I thought they were buckled in, but I was wrong.

And of the two times when I discovered my error en route, I pulled over to buckle Noah in properly.

Incidentally, when I first heard this story, I assumed the driver had an infant. Who among us who is a parent can’t relate to the heartbreaking cry of an infant who is hungry and OVER being in the car seat? It is awful.

I admit to endangering myself while Jill was driving, once, about 45 minutes before the end of a ~4 hour road trip with Noah while he was 7 months old.

I climbed into the back seat and contorted myself into a crazy yoga-esque position so that I could nurse him while he remained securely locked in his car seat.

But this child wasn’t an infant. He or she was almost 2 years old. That’s old enough to be told that you have to wait, or to be offered a solid food snack.

That’s also a larger sized child, not an infant who could concievably fit into a sling while being driven somewhere. I don’t advocate that, I’m just able to envision it making nursing while driving physically possible.

That’s the other thing. Maybe I’m just uncoordinated, but I don’t think I COULD drive, talk on the cell phone, and nurse at the same time. It seems like one of those crazy tricks, like rubbing your tummy, patting your head, and blowing a bubble at the same time. Only dangerous, and dangerous to your child, not just yourself!

Apparently this mom could get up to 180 days of jail time for what she did. While I have no problem with extended nursing, and think that weaning because mommy had to go to jail would be awful for a child, I find myself hoping that she does get jail time for her reckless behavior. All those beneficial immunities in breastmilk don’t protect children from being killed in car crashes! And what would she have said if that happened? At least s/he didn’t die hungry?

Ok, I’m done ranting. For now.

 

Didja watch the inaugural?

I didn’t go to DC for it. Unemployment + 2 under 3 + travel = no.

In fact, I’ve been so distracted and focused on the immediate moments of my own life that I hadn’t even registered that it was coming up. Jill asked me what I was going to do on Saturday, and the question occured like a shock.

Sunday, one of our new neighbors stopped by, and I spontaneously invited her to come over with her 7 month old to watch it.

I’m so glad I did. It was the kind of historical moment that was better shared.

I listened to some of the coverage on NPR this morning, and watched more of it on MSNBC. (Did anyone else think it was hilarious that Rachel Maddow was the person who commented on who designed Michelle Obama’s dress? Rachel, please tell us that the  reason you could name the designer was because you thought her history as a Cuban-American was interesting or politically relevant.)

The most moving parts, for me, where the parts where they focused on the giddy crowds of people on the national mall. I don’t know how many people were there, but it looked like an amazing, breathtaking, overwhelming mass of people. They looked so proud and happy to be there, and they filled every square foot of the tv screen that was not blocked off by bike rack and police officers.

I hope that the call for investment in the people and technology needed to improve health care access and rebuild our infrastructure can be worked out. I’m feeling cautiously optimistic. Even Rev. Warren didn’t ruin it for me.

Noah had a big first today, too. It was his first day at his new school, the school where I hope that he will attend for the next 3.5 years.

Maybe Josie will have a big first today too — she’s on the verge of rolling over.

 

EDITED TO ADD: READ MINDY’S COMMENT IN THE COMMENTS. If you know her, you already know how brilliant she is. And she is.

About half an hour before I was planning to leave for the Anti Prop 8 protest here in Atlanta, it started to rain. It was already cold (for Georgia), windy, and gray.

I decided not to take the kids.

Cold is one thing, cold and wet exponentially worse. More than exponentially. I’d already taken them out for a walk, during which Josie was mostly hysterical and clearly cold.

So I left them with Jill and went by myself. I parked in the sneaky day care/church spot that was amazingly convenient and only half occupied.
By the time I arrived, it was well underway. There were a handful of young children, a modest number of older kids and young teens, a lot of college students, and a plethora of we indisputable adult types.

The sound left a lot to be desired, and gave me a sincere appreciation for the fact that seminaries teach ministerial candidates how to preach, including enunciation, projecting and not talking over laugh or applause lines.

Having said all that, it was awesome.

There were about 1000 people there, and speakers like Kathy Kelly, Rev. Dr. Margaret Aymer, and Georgia’s only openly GLBT State Representative, Karla Drenner, got the crowd impassioned and excited to extend the fight to protect our families.

There doesn’t seem to be much media coverage yet, but my former work bud DJ Certified was on hand recording, and will doubtlessly podcast on the subject soon. Check out the crowd before my camera battery died:

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I have 2 last thoughts on the nationwide protests against Prop 8.

First, I commend most of the protesters for keeping the message positive and invigorating. When we get ugly, we just make ourselves look bad.

I was appalled by the signs I saw that said things like, “Don’t drink the Kool-Aid!” On the 30th anniversary of the Jonestown Massacre, that made my stomach churn, and I only hope that none of the survivors or people who lost loved ones didn’t see those signs.

I also think we need to take care in how we express our anger and frustration with the role that religious institutions played in passing Prop 8.

There are substantial allegations that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (aka Mormons) may have violated IRS regulations on political activity by non-profit religious organizations, and the allegations should be investigated.

But vandalizing or threatening individual Mormon temples and Mormon people is flat out wrong.

It also reflects badly on our community, and makes people more committed in their belief that we don’t deserve to be treated with full equality. We are rightfully disappointed and angry, but we need to keep this fight in the political realm.

We also need to remember that not all members of that church necessarily agree with what the institution did. I’ve been a member of dozens, probably hundreds of organizations in my lifetime, and I feel quite confident that I could find something that I disagree with in each and every one of them. Affiliation is not mindless endorsement.

If you don’t believe me, check out my second-favorite Mormon blogger, Moosh in Indy, and her post on the subject — which was written while she was visiting California and sitting in the living room of her “cousin who has been with his partner for over 10 years.”

 

While that phrase does describe my lovely wife and both Noah and Josie, it’s also intended to describe this post. (Stop laughing! I can be brief! OK, not often, but … ok, I guess laughter actually is an appropriate response.)

  • Yesterday in the car, Noah explained to me that monster trucks are the largest trucks ever to have roamed the earth. And tiny cars have to hide from them. Guess who has been reading Tiny Dinosaurs?
  • As a baby, Noah made noises, but he never made the “goo goo gaa gaa” noises of storybook babies. I thought it was a myth. Josie smiles at me and says “goo, goo” several times every day.
  • We had an awesome playdate on Saturday, and have plans for a great dinner/fun tonight.
  • This Saturday, I think we’re going to take the kids to the Atlanta version of the nationwide Eliminate Prop 8 protest. 1:30 pm at the State Capitol. You are invited!!! 
 

Today, June 2, is the 3rd annual Blogging for LGBT Families Day, organized by the awesome Dana of Mombian.

In case you’re curious, here’s what I wrote in 2006 and 2007.

The topic I’m going to tackle this year is in some ways, not unique to LGBT families, but we have our own stressful twist on the matter: money, specifically saving for the window of time when new parents are not working outside of the home because they have a new baby.

I have no doubt that all 2-parent families worry about dropping from 2 paychecks to 1, and single parents must worry even more. All of us save and plan.

I’m lucky, especially this time around. My company provides short-term disability insurance which will pay part of my salary for either 6 or 8 weeks, depending on whether the baby is a traditional birth or a c-section. (And let’s not even get into a discussion of the twisted incentive that provides towards having major surgery instead of attempting a VBAC.)

I’ve also been saving up vacation time at work and I think I’ll have 4 weeks banked by the time the baby is born.

So we are lucky, basic living expenses are planned for and should be covered.

Not covered by any of this planning is the need for Esmerelda Freugenspeigel to have two legal parents.

Assuming the best case scenario — Jill’s petition is filed and assigned to one of the low-stress, low-paperwork judges in our county — the adoption costs us roughly $3000.

The worst case scenario, which happened with Noah, is that her petition is assigned to the one judge in our county who will not, under any circumstances, approve a same-sex second-parent adoption.

Then we’ll have to move to the adjoining county and re-file. Not only was that an absolute emotional nightmare last time, it also roughly tripled our out of pocket costs. Thank god we were lucky enough to be able to make it work; bye-bye emergency financial cushion.

By a lot of good fortune, I should be getting a good retention bonus at work later this summer. We’ll be using that to pay for the adoption expenses.

If we hadn’t had that, or if we do have to move to the next county over — again — then it will be a very lean rest of the year for us. Maybe I’ll start a side business selling felt food on Etsy.

And yet, even with all of that, we are in a position of privilege!

We are privileged because we CAN do a legal adoption, unlike many families in other states. And we can afford to pay the legal fees to do this, unlike many families in our own community and other places where it might be legal but out of reach financially.

And it is worth it.

Not because we’re afraid that if something happened to me, anyone would challenge Jill’s parenthood of our eagerly anticipated daughter, but for the myriad of reasons why people marry, plan for their families, make wills, fund 401(k)s and college savings plans…we don’t know what the future might hold, but we want to face it as well-prepared as we can possibly manage. We want both of our children to be eligible for Jill’s health insurance and if the worst happened, to be eligible for her social security survivor benefits.

Only, because we’re a two mom family, doing this takes a lot of time, money, planning, worrying, and hiring of lawyers. Unlike heterosexual families, where either a biological relationship or a marriage certificate between the two parents provides these things automatically — in fact, even in the event of one not wanting the responsibility of parenthood.

 

So much to blog, so little time!

Working backwards from today: WAY TO GO CALIFORNIA! I promise not to say anything bad about you ever again. Even if I do feel fat every time I visit. (Ok, really, thats about Southern California. But I’ll still quit talking trash about you, California.)

About 5 minutes after hearing the news that their State Supreme Court legalized same-sex marriage, in a really strong and fantastic opinion, I started wondering when we could go to California to get married.

A few seconds later, I had a brilliant idea: BLOGHER is in San Francisco this summer. I wasn’t going to go, because I’m going to be ~7 weeks shy of my due date and traveling that far that pregnant kinda sucks. Plus flying cross-country is expensive.

But I had a great time last year, and even though my posse the LadyBlogs won’t be going, I would still have a good time.

The idea of going AND GETTING LEGALLY MARRIED became irresistible in about 4 seconds. My fantasy caught fire and all I could think about for the next 5 or 10 minutes was how to convince Jill.

Then I looked at a calendar.

My cousin Kirsten, the last unmarried cousin in my family, is getting married the same weekend. In Milwaukee.

I’m not skipping a family wedding to go to a conference, no matter how cool the conference is. And I’m not skipping a family wedding for what is a super exciting piece of paper, but not for us a “real wedding.”

Our real wedding was February 22, 2003. 

Our immediate families and many of our friends and extended family were there. The only thing missing from that wedding was acknowledgment under the law — and while I certainly want that, exactly when I get it is not that important to me.

We ratified that wedding once through a Vermont Civil Union when we were in New England for Dave & Lizzie’s wedding, but only because we could easily get the exciting piece of paper on Friday and drive to the wedding on Saturday.

So yeah, no BlogHer wedding for us.

Now I’m fantasizing about the 4th of July. Wouldn’t that be cool and symbolic?

(Thought: Is there any chance that being legally married in California would annoy a Georgia court sufficiently to interfere with Jill legally adopting Esmerelda Freugenspeigal? Our civil union was viewed as a good thing, but The M Word sometimes causes strange reactions. Check with the lawyer here before actually doing it.)

YESTERDAY:

Last night, our dear friend Peter Mulvey was in town for a gig. He came over for an early dinner, and stayed at our place after the show.

Noah cracked us all up throughout dinner, and again this morning, with his constant refrain of, “Man? Man? Man!!!” to get Peter’s attention. (Neither “Mr. Peter” nor “Peter” seemed to stick.)

We tried to get Noah to tell his knock-knock joke, and to those of you who know Peter and our mutual friends…I’m afraid Noah’s joke telling ability may rival Scott’s.

Even more exciting than Peter himself, was Peter’s Big Bicycle which parked in our front hall overnight. Noah was beside himself with glee that Peter let him “fix” the bicycle with his yellow plastic hammer and orange plastic wrench.

I got to go to the show, which was fantastic. It’s fun to see how his performance has evolved, and I loved the some of the stories he told. Especially the story about his Dad emailing him stories about a character named Dynamite Bill, and the story about his wife Meredith.

I won’t give away the plot of the Meredith story, except to say that never in the history of the universe has it been funnier to imagine offering someone a sandwich.

The other thing I came to realize in the course of the evening is that I think Peter has the most well-rounded education of anyone I know. I want to be in a book group with him. I don’t know anyone else who reads history, biography, religion, poetry, and apparently astrophysics.

LAST WEEKEND:

Grandma was here! And Noah had a great time. Some combination of Noah and the rest of us went out for dinner, and to music class, and for tricycle rides, and to the zoo, and to see trains.

Noah hasn’t stopped talking about Grandma and her visit since she left. Especially the part about the trip to the zoo, and seeing the elephant pooping. But he loves the toys and books she brought, and he asks about her now that she’s gone.

And Jill and I got to have a much needed date night. We had a nice dinner and saw the movie Baby Mama. It had cute moments, but didn’t live up to the comic potential of the awesome cast. We didn’t really care.

TOMORROW:

Tomorrow is Noah’s last day at Miss Heather’s for day care. He likes it a lot, and we will totally try to use her for backup and/or if there is no space at the church day care when I go back to work after Esmerelda Freugenspeigal is born.

 

Another awesome Badger, Mel, and some of her Internet friends, came up with a brilliant idea to help one of my favorite bloggers achieve a big dream of hers.

Cali, the blogger we’re helping right now, is an inspiration and the embodiment of commitment to and compassion for family. She left her left her job and friends, the life she’d built for herself as an adult, and moved back home to be a full-time care giver for her grandmother, who is crippled by Alzheimer’s.

Through all of this, she’s spent her savings and everything she’s been able to pull together towards her dream of becoming a mother herself. After more than a dozen IUI cycles, she was accepted into a shared-benefit egg donation IVF program. At the last minute, a false positive on a nasty medical test forced her to withdraw from the program.

A few weeks later, with a clean bill of health and deep discount from the clinic, she pushed ahead with an IVF cycle. Unfortunately, it didn’t turn into a full blown pregnancy or baby. However, it did end with enough frozen embryos that as soon as she can afford a frozen embryo IVF cycle, she can try again.

Friends of Cali’s from all over the blogosphere have joined Mel and others to help Cali have that opportunity. Behold:

U.T.E.R.U.S.

What UTERUS is doing is donating items to an eBay auction, from which the profits will benefit Cali.

I’ve donated a First Edition paperback copy of Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 2003, and also an autographed copy of my book. (Hey, librarians! You could score a copy of the book cheap! Hey, everybody else! You don’t have to actually read it if you buy it.)

I’d like to get organized and donate some of the other random stuff filling our house, but since we leave for Tampa in the morning, I just don’t see that happening in time. But Mel, if we’re still adding stuff to the auction next week, we might have more!

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