I’m excited to announce that after 7.5 years of blogging on @Vermont, the story will now continue on Maple Sticks.

Please go over and check out my new cozy blog home. I will be posting 2-3 times every week!


Let’s just be cool…

It has been 687 days since I last posted here. A lot can happen in 687 days so here is a brief timeline of notable events:

June 23, 2015: Last atvermont post happened.

June 24, 2015 – May 9, 2017: Changed jobs (long story). Moved (still in Vermont). Kids got older (Andy is nearly finished with his first year in elementary school, WHAT?!, Joey is three and acting it, WHAT?!). Hiked, vacationed, celebrated, got a tattoo, grieved, survived.

May 10, 2017 – Condensed two years into 40 words.

Let’s just continue this as if I had been doing it all along… That is how I prefer to do it. Skip the awkward parts and just be cool.


All Kinds of Treasure

This weekend Andy and I spent some quality time together while Mama and Joey stayed home. We were all in search of a special treasure though very different in nature. Andy and I set out to Geocache while Mama sought the ever valued pee-in-the-potty. Joey is almost exactly the age that Andy was when we first trained him and showing interest so we are giving it a try. Challenges are her bladder of steal which means less chances per day to teach. In an attempt to help Mama focus, Andy I and went out to run some errands and decided to hunt for our own treasure.
We found some!


But, wait. This isn’t treasure. This is just paper. So we set out again in search of “A BIG TRASURE BOX”


As luck would have it… We found this medium ammo box deep in the woods and Andy loved every minute of the process and loved finding it even more! Based on our outing, we will definitely be heading out again on this sort of adventure but hopefully not as a result of no potty training progress.

Weekends Were, Made for Fun

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.

Six years, the Difference

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…

Ban-dan(d): bandaid

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.