I finally updated Freebird’s birthday ticker to show me in mathematically astonishing ways that my children are growing up. I remember when Freebird’s ticker read “three days old.” I remember when I did Baba’s and it said one day old (thank heavens for free wireless in the hospital).

Now Freebird is heading to four years old, and Baba is working on #2 (no, saying that never gets old).

On one hand, the day by day measure seems so slow. On the other hand, what?! THREE?! ONE!?! What the....? 

My crush on my new grocery store continues. I can now log in, and they have a clickable PDF of my local circular so I can select items from the newspaper ad and put them in my online shopping cart.

OMG. Love.

Freebird is at school today, with what amounts to a nasty cough and
hopefully nothing else. But lately, he has been wandering about the house
telling us, “I don’t feel very much.”

Poor three year old. On one hand, articulating feelings of not-good?
Excellent! On the other hand, cuteness that makes us bite our lips to keep
from laughing, which might hurt his feelings? Very difficult!

Let’s celebrate Freebird turning 3 by having a cold! For All of us together! Baba is coughing, I’m stuff, Hubby has a sore throat, and Freebird is feverish and tells us he “doesn’t feel very much.”

Poor kid. He’s home with Daddy today. Let there be WIGGLES!

Three years ago today, I was laboring with indescribable intensity thanks to Pitocin, and on my way to becoming a mom. I’m so blessed to have my dudes. Happy third birthday to Freebird, who is an awesome, fantastic, amazing little boy. Party on dude!

We’re the only people in the theater.

Hubby: if no one comes in, wanna have sex?

It’s really fucking insulting for me to say to any gay American that they should wait for the old bigots to die off, for their opinions to cease counting in such numbers, for their reasoning to be proven faulty (though you can’t reason the prejudice out of someone, ‘cause it wasn’t reasoned in there in the first place) once and for all. But it seems that the only option right now is to wait and try again.

I still believe in Christopher Reeve’s definition of Family Values from the 1996 DNC: “I think it means that we’re all family. And that we all have value.”