As we approach the sweet spot, we are finding ourselves more and more willing to get in the car and go places, to take day trips, to be impromptu. This weekend was a good example of that. On saturday, we found ourselves at Big Rig Day (and even though we have a generally accepted agreement that we stay close to home one day each weekend to get things done and have some quiet time, we decided to take a day trip down to the Montshire Museum on Sunday).
Oh and I forgot that Saturday afternoon, we stopped at a park near our house and did some exploring.
The kids got a little damp playing in the water so we changed and headed home where this happened. Andy says as we are getting out of the car, “I want to lay in the grass.”
Sunday we headed down to the Montshire and started outside with a little hike that Andy escorted us on.
The outdoor water area is a favorite for these guys.
I love this stage we are in and that it is nice enough outside that we can do this. I also love that time is allowing me to share these moments again.
Another “Blogging for LGBTQ Families Day” has come (and almost gone) and has drawn me back to this outlet. Previous years:
In the past six years so many things have changed. Not just for our family but for lots of LGBTQ families. Our family has transformed from two women in a unrecognized marriage to a family of four rapidly approaching the sweet spot (what we call no diapers, no teenagers). Families in many states have won legal battles and we have made great strides around the world.
I believe that by living a truthful and an out life that each LGBTQ family can make a huge difference. I know that some people might say that is not possible or reasonable depending on individual situations and I completely understand. I was born and raised in Macon, GA. I grew up attending a Baptist church and hearing my family and my friends talk about how disgusting and sinful it was to be gay. There are some sacrifices that I have made and some people that are no longer a part of my life because of who I am and who I married. But. And there is a but. The but is this:
This picture was taken last week when my 84 year old grandmother (on the far right) flew to Vermont from Macon, GA to visit our L family as she does twice a year. From the moment that I told her on the phone seven years ago that I was in a relationship with another woman, she has supported me. She came to our wedding and made special trips after the birth of both kids to visit us and meet them. She adores them both and they love Gran-Gran.
This is proof to me that things change, that people change. There are still people and families out there that feel they have to hide who they are or don’t feel safe in their communities. People that live in states that don’t recognize their relationships or work in locations where they can lose their job for who they are. It is not always easy but this picture is proof to me that things are going to be okay, we are going to be okay and I cannot wait to see how much progress we make over the next year…
Over the past couple years I have, on many occasions, thought of (and been told to do) a blog on Andyisms.
Andyisms: words made up by Andy, either as the result of not being able to say the actual word or as a creative means to expressing himself
First, a couple of the current Andyisms…
Nitra: special pronunciation of the in utero name given to his little sister “Nitro” still commonly used to refer to her not in utero self
Last night: used when referring to anything or any event that has happened in the past
Grabble: used randomly during play, table discussions, and many other situations. We have no idea what this means or what he is referring to when he uses this term. We now just smile and nod.
Hurse: alternative pronunciation of “horse” which he actually used correctly prior to beginning to use this term
Monkey playing ball: description of Andy’s Life is Good baseball shirt
That guy: used to refer to anything; replaceable with any noun Ex. Andy wants to move that guy. That guy = a chair.
Now for a couple past Andyisms…
Leau: water (this took us a long time to figure out)
Along the same lines is Andy’s progression of counting…
1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10
1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 15, 19
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,12, 13, 14, 14, 19, 20
Now he is solid to 20.
And finally (for now) Imagine a guttural throat clearing noise. That is the sound that Andy’s play tractors make when driving.
Without trying very hard, we somehow have a baby that enjoys sleep and will go to sleep on her own. Andy was never like this. We basically held Andy to sleep for napping and nighttime otherwise he would fight sleep, get overtired, and make us nutty. We have been through many struggles related to sleep with Andy. We gradually were able to get him to fall asleep on his own. He did not sleep through the night until he was almost two. We had a long transition from our bed to his own.
Joey, however, is fond of her sleep. She will even put herself to sleep in a matter of minutes where ever she might be when she becomes tired.
We are constantly amazed at this trick. And grateful for it. Joey is also sleeping longer than Andy did at this age. Andy slept with us in bed for a long time and perhaps partially because he was right there in bed next to me, he would want to eat frequently at night. Joey, after putting herself to sleep on her crib mattress on the floor, will stay asleep for a good 5-6 hours. She typically eats just once at night and then just before I get out of bed.
The differences between our two littles is fascinating. Each in their own ways, they are awesome.
Finding time during the week to make note of the happenings of our daily lives… There must have been a shift. I can’t help but think that something has changed as I type this. Either that or I am forgetting something major that needs to be done. I used to spend my evenings and mornings flailing through the various tasks that needed to get done, lost in the enormity of their numbers. Now, I find myself sitting here, waiting for Andy’s light timer to come on, having finished all of my weekly assignments for my current class, checked every social media source on my iPad, and I’m thinking, “I could post a blog.” What?
This week, we made a discovery and a small purchase that I think is going to make a large difference in our satisfaction of Vermont in the summer. We, unlike nearly everyone we know here especially the transplants, are not nearly as much a fan of the summer in Vermont as we are of the other seasons. It is hot and like many/most homes here we do not have air conditioning. This makes for a long, sweaty summer. In addition, we are from Florida where swimming, the beach, pools, etc. are the focus of summer. We miss(ed) water in the summer. The lakes here barely get up to reasonable temperatures and can be sketchy to swim in ( leaches, eww). Sooooo. We purchased a small backyard pool and a season membership to Jay Peak’s Pump House (indoor water park). No, it is not the beach but it is something. We got the pool set up last week and have already used it a few times.k when the sun is out the solar cover warms it up nicely. Andy was so excited.
One day I will stop blogging about babies. That day is not today. Today I am blogging about babies and more specifically my babies and their two moms. Today is Blogging for LGBTQ Families Day 2014.
This is the 5th year that I have participated in this blogging day. A look back over the years:
This year I am typing with our newest addition, Joelle, laying across my lap. She is a bit over three months now and if you do the math you will see that as I typed last year’s post and said, “I suspect that the upcoming year will prove to be an exciting one as well” that I was keeping one major detail quiet. We had already begun to try for baby #2. We found out on June 15th (our anniversary) that we were expecting again.
Over the past five years we have gone from being two women in an unofficial relationship living in Florida to a lovely family of four living in Vermont. So many changes have occurred (mostly good ones) over the years that it is sometimes hard to remember what it was like before. This month we will celebrate five years since we said “I do.” In August, our little boy (yikes!) will turn three. In December, I will complete my Master’s Degree. Time is flying by… I am trying to savor every moment (good and bad) knowing that one day I will look back and wonder where did these teenagers come from? For now, I am happy with this age:
Until next year…
The longer I wait the more daunting the task seems to update you on the time that has passed. I have found that time is simultaneously flying by and standing still. I am torn. I find myself wishing that each moment was longer as everything seems to be speeding by leaving me lost in the daily business of be a mom. But I also am so eager to see what these two amazing little ones will become and what is in store for our family.
Joey is already smiling and interacting with people. She is getting much stronger, holding her head and body up, and nearly rolling over. She has changed so much in so little time.
Andy is my amazing little guy. He learns so much everyday. It is a joy to watch him grow.
I have returned to work and we are finding our way. It is often chaotic and we have some difficult moments but I am finding that our family is getting better everyday. And it is certainly worth it.