Kids Are Lousy.

The End.

Saturday Morning

Coming to you from another early Saturday morning at Big Dyke Mama's house.  Everyone's still asleep, so I've been accomplishing a number of tasks off the Lesbian Agenda: 

• Water the front yard
• Water the back yard
• "Feed" the sourdough starter
• Run the dishwasher
• Put sheets in the dryer
• Think about what's for breakfast

Good times.

So, last week we had the Fifth Kid, who was rad.  Really sweet and funny, but SO SHY.  He hardly talked, he didn't eat much.  It's really fine, because I'm not here to force anybody to do anything, and I know he had a lot of things going on in his life; a lot to think about.  Fifth kid kind of doing his own thing was fine by me.

Sixth Kid (same as the First, and the Third) is with us again this weekend.  We celebrated a stellar report card (A's and a B) by going out to dinner, and did a big shop for fun things to do this weekend, including the Pride Parade. (She wants to go, and who am I to deny this impressionable person such an experience?)  We'll be marching with my team from work.

You know what else falls on this weekend?  I mean, besides your birthday.  This weekend is my 20th High School Reunion.  And although I promised to myself years ago that there could scarcely be an excuse for me to miss such an event (I was one of those wackos that LOVED high school), this year was just too hard.  Three weeks till we get married, Pride Weekend, and the flights were crazy expensive!  Plus, my folks are in the middle of packing/moving/selling their house, and that's just another wrench in their monkeys to have me as a houseguest.  Blarg.  I'm going to miss seeing my High School friends.  Go Big Blue!

Speaking of High School, DM got a job this week.  Full time, High School Math Teacher.  She had doubts about her ability to get hired right out of the gate (she's finishing a Masters), but she full-on got her dream job.  So so so so happy for her.  And I get to help her set up her classroom which is totally something I love to do!  I used to help my Mom set up her classroom every August!  YAY!

Okay, back to the Lesbian Agenda!

Fourth Kid and a Wedding

Good Evening!  Let's get this done just under the wire, okay?  (Kind of like last year!)

Today is Mombian's 10th Annual Blogging for LGBTQ Families Day!  Here's what we've been working on the past couple of weeks at Big Dyke Mama's house:

In between Kid 3 and Kid 4, we took a little weekend break.  We needed a respite from Respite Foster Care, but we were ready to greet parenthood again this week, with renewed enthusiasm.

Fourth kid?  Rad.  This guy was all of twelve, but he's built like a linebacker, so he looked more like a 14-15 year old.  Imagine a 230 lb. kid coming at you and then asking if we could sew or bake or plant flowers.  Um, yes and yes and yes.  And I love you for being yourself.  Keep being rad.

DM and I have also been working on writing our wedding.  A long-time good friend of mine will be officiating, but we wanted to have most of the script and structure in place for him.  Control freak?  Probably.

Being in a lesbian relationship has a lot of perks, obvs, but one of the things I'm currently enjoying is that our queer wedding is already rather non-traditional, so we are less hung up on traditions.

Who proposed?  Neither one of us.  We have made all other decisions together through negotiation and compromise (moving in together, what's for dinner, who's name is on the water bill), so why would this be any different?

Matching rings?  Nope.  We bought our own rings.  That we will put on our OWN fingers, thankyouverymuch.

Wedding party?  Nope.  My 5-year-old niece will hold those mis-matched rings, though.

Wedding dress?  Red.

But you're hiding it from DM, right?  Nope.  She helped me pick it out, and has helped me accessorize.

Wedding suit?  Whatever DM finds at the Goodwill (or other merchant of her choosing).

Caterers?  Nope.  Cake and punch.

Special fancy cake?  Nope.  Trader Joe's Cheesecake.  Defrosted the night before.

Special fancy cake topper?  Nope.  Less than $1 at Michael's.  And some paint.

Special fancy honeymoon?  Nope.  3200 miles in the station wagon.

A cake and punch backyard wedding is exactly what I wanted.  I don't want to feed anybody dinner; that's just silly to me.  I wanted to be sure in the ceremony that there was no wordage about giving yourself up, or making forever promises, because that's just asking for trouble; life is so much more complicated than that.  I also wanted to be sure that we weren't acquiring any more stuff, but that we'd work toward shared experiences.

And I'm still sure I'm marrying the right person, because DM feels the same.  YAY!