Sunday, January 24, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Buddies

Wherever Asa is, there's a little gray shadow following behind.   And the affection is mutual.  I didn't quite capture it here, but when Oliver is around, Asa reaches for her and buries his hands in her fur.


If he fusses (heaven forbid!) she's there in a heartbeat, curling up next to him and purring.  She's not even close enough to touch him, just close enough to purr to him.  Tummy time, for instance, is not necessarily a favorite, but he stopped fussing as soon as she came by.


Asa has a little cold this week, so has been a little fussy at night, when his nose is all stuffed up.  Last night, he woke us up several times - and each time, M. found Oliver, curled up in the crib at Asa's feet - you guessed it! - purring.

Even as I write, he's in his crib for a nap - although he hasn't gotten that message yet.  Oliver listened for a few moments, glared at me (as if to say, "Fine.  I'll go comfort him", and last I saw her was headed for the nursery.

The other two cats?  Asa notices them only if they move, which means I don't think he's figured out that Gracey is alive.  When he fusses, you can usually find them on our bed, under the covers, waiting for the all-clear.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Follow-up to Politics

Thanks to Uncle Jacob for sharing this...

response to the liberal-conservative divide that says more about the state of our nation's politics than it does about common sense or our own personal views.  To say that I never thought I'd agree with Theodore Olsen about anything would be to play into that very semantic trap - although this is not the place where I thought that the overlap might occur.  But here he is - a credentialed conservative, saying very many of the same things that I said last week.

Sometimes I really do think that there is hope for this world, and that my little family will not need to be pawns in this fractured, and fracturing, political game forever.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Museum of Science, from a new perspective

The last time we were at Boston's Museum of Science, our Bean was... smaller, to say the least:


We had to find a different place to pose Mommy, this time:



It was a fabulous day, and I wish I could post pictures of the Harry Potter exhibit that we saw (for that matter, I wish I could have taken pictures in there, but that wasn't acceptable).  For all you HP fans out there, when it leaves Boston and heads out to your neck of the woods, just see it.  It's a really beautiful exhibit.

Better than Harry, though, was just getting to hang out in a cool place with cool friends.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Here We Go Again

Honestly, I pass up many opportunities to vent my politics on this blog.  I have written many an eloquent post, only to bite my virtual tongue in an attempt to keep this about our little family and the pure cuteness of our Asa-Bean.

But there are times when the two really do overlap.

This week began a federal trial in San Francisco to overturn Prop 8, the California ballot initiative that recently revoked the rights of gay men and lesbians to marry in that state (and which, incidentally, created the incredibly unstable state in which approximately 36,000 gays and lesbians remain legally married, simply because of good timing).  But what is really on trial here is the idea of families like ours.  Marriage, according to the anti-gay-marriage camp, is fundamentally about procreation.  Ummm... okay... we got married, we procreated.  Not "naturally", you say?  Ask M. if her pregnancy felt natural.  I didn't contribute genetic material?  Yep, true - me and so many straight parents.

How can marriage and reproduction be fundamentally linked when there is no fertility test required for marriage?  Should straight, adoptive families not have been allowed to marry?  After all, M. and I could adopt.  Should straight people with fertility issues be denied access to marriage?  Straight friends of ours had such an issue - the husband had had cancer as a child, so they used a donor.  (Sound familiar, anyone?)  No one questions their right to be a family.  No one calls their marriage into question because he didn't contribute genetic material to their two beautiful children.

There are so many levels on which this argument makes no sense, but it succeeds because of the imagery around it - the implied consequences.  Gay couples can't procreate (explicitly stated, if untrue), therefore they're going after your children! (implicitly understood).  Some of the most provocative ads of the Prop 8 campaign - and the ones that generated the most response - were images of children coming home from school and announcing to their parents that it was okay for princes to marry princes, and princesses to marry princesses.  Oh Horror!  In the telling of one simply fairy story, the Gays have corrupted an entire classroom!

May I humbly suggest that if fairy stories were that influential, we'd all be straight?

You know, I honestly have no problem with folks who struggle to understand same-sex relationships, and the use of an already-culturally-loaded word to describe those relationships.  But let's be honest in our struggle.  Leave my family out of your scare tactics.  Because this is not about the children, no matter how much some people might want it to be.  My family is not going to corrupt or hurt anyone else's, nor is our existence going to change the sexual or gender orientation of anyone, child or adult.  My marriage is not going to disrupt anyone else's, and I refuse the blame for the supposedly soaring divorce rates.

And therein lies the problem with these arguments, and the main reason for the use of corruption-of-innocence scare tactics: who really believes that letting people of the same sex marry is going to somehow harm the marriages of opposite-sex couples?  Just try to make sense of it... then take two Advil, 'cause you'll need them.  The arguments that get to the heart of what this is all about - the loving commitment of two consenting adults - just don't hold up, so opponents have to go for the gut, and they have to hit hard.  It worked in California in 2008, and it worked in Maine just this past fall.

In the recent PBS special, "This Emotional Life", researchers suggested that what stops bullying is not the voice of authority from above, not a top-down system in which some higher power or institution penalizes the bully, but a negative peer reaction.  The only thing that stops bullying is for the witnesses to it to step in and say, "That's Enough."  Witnesses who remain silent, no matter their actual feelings about the situation, are perceived as accomplices or collaborators in the bullying, by both the bully and the victim.

The tactics used in these campaigns are pure bullying, and my beautiful baby is now a pawn in their schemes.  Isn't it time to step in?  Isn't it time to step up?  Isn't it time to say, "Enough"?

For more reading:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2010/01/11/state/n080724S48.DTL
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/01/11/BA1E1BGLU9.DTL
http://www.lesbiandad.net/2009/11/re-the-fear-on-behalf-of-the-children-meme/

Saturday, January 9, 2010

One Year Ago, Today

Happy Anniversary to the Blog!

It's really mind-bending, reflecting on where we were at this point last year, and how far we've come.  I won't bore you with my awed (odd?) reflections, but simply present to you "And Bean Makes Three: a Year in Pictures."

January:




February:




March:




April:




May:


June:




July:




August:






September:





October:


November:




December:


And just last week:


What a year it's been!  We're so glad that you've all been here to share it with us.