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@notthemommy
flap types
*flaps smol and fluttery-like* - you’re a moth
*flaps enthusiastically and hops/spins* - you’re a barn swallow
*flaps majestically* - you’re a hawk
*flaps at light speed* - you’re a hummingbird
*flaps with entire body and knocks things over* - you’re a friggin pterodactyl, they should all be very afraid
My daughter is a hummingbird!!
Mother's Day
There were many things I didn't tell my mother. I didn't tell her I was an atheist; she was a staunch Catholic. I didn't tell her I was pro-choice; she was adamantly anti-abortion. I didn't tell her I had been raped at the age of 22; she would have been so worried about me. I chose not to tell her these things because I wanted to protect her and to maintain the status quo of our relationship. It wasn't great; but I didn't want to make it worse. I did tell my mother I was a lesbian. She took it well and never once made me feel like I was less than or that my subsequent relationships were less than my straight siblings' relationships. I told her all about the amazing woman I met at a bookstore. I called her before anyone else when that woman and I decided to get married. I told her that my wife and I were immigrating to Canada. We both cried over that. I called my Mom before anyone else, when a birth mom picked us to adopt her unborn baby. I called my Mom first each time we were picked by a birth family. She adored my children, her grandchildren, though she only met one in person. My relationship with my mother was complicated. I knew she had had a rough childhood but didn't know the details. There were things she didn't tell either. She often did not know how to give affection. She didn't tell me she loved me until I was 18 and away at university. I never doubted that love. She believed me to be beautiful and smart and brave. Those things I doubted constantly. Not her belief in them, only that I was any of it. My relationship with my Mom felt one-sided some days. She was bogged down in her own demons, her own mental illness, her own feelings of self-worth. But she was the first person I called with good news. She was the first person I wanted to talk to when things were tough or I was going through a difficulty as a wife, as a parent. My Mom died last year. This is my first Mother's Day without her. I tried really hard to avoid thinking about her, so I wouldn't be stuck in sadness. But I found that happy thoughts of my Mom crept in and I didn't feel as sad as I thought. I feel grateful. For the time I had with her. For the life she helped make for me and my siblings. I miss her. Every day. But today, I focused on all the positive. My Mom wasn't perfect. But she loved me. And I loved her.
https://twitter.com/sarahkendzior/status/824309899890831362
This sums up the year.
Fuck 2016
Let’s see. 2016 sucked for us as a family. My Bug got diagnosed with an attachment disorder–January. My Bean got diagnosed with autism–May. My Peanut got diagnosed with a bilateral conductive hearing loss–December. We had to put our geriatric kitty down–July. And then my Mom died–August. Americans voted for an orange idiot–November. Countless amazing people died. I need this year to be over before anything else bad happens.
(via mysweetriot)
My spirit animal..
My heart is breaking, watching the US from afar. Watching young men die, watching police officers die. In every incident, I want to give the police a shadow of a doubt, innocent until proven guilty. But what did Alton do to deserve a death penalty? What did Philando do? There is such a violent atmosphere in the US right now. Pair that with racism, either overt or internalized, and you have a powder keg ready to explode. The Dallas shootings are tragic, but so are all the mass shootings in the States. Maybe now that police officers were the target, the government will look at banning some assault weapons. I will continue to watch my home country from up here, hoping that my fellow Americans stand up to hatred, to insane gun violence, to prejudice. I will vote in the November election to add my voice to the fight.
Bug is a toddler. They get into all kinds of shit. Here he is trapped in his camping chair. The pic is blurry 'cause I was laughing so hard.
Me: “So, are we trying to win at parenting today or are we getting stuff done?” Wife: “How many shows should we let them watch?” Me: “All of them.”
Thank god for Netflix. How else would the house get clean?
I'm an atheist. My wife is an atheist. We are raising our children as atheists. My rights should not be impacted by a group of people whose religious views are different from mine. This is not Saudi Arabia. These "religious freedom" laws are happening in the US. I don't give a fuck what your invisible being in the sky has told you to do. You don't get to treat people like second-class citizens based on a book written by men 1000 or so years ago.
What a day.
Teething baby, non-napping toddler, and a kindergartener who thinks she's 17...so glad this day is over and they are all asleep. Mama needs her medicine.
I am disgusted by this bill passed so quickly and so quietly in my home state. Fucking Republican Christians. This doesn't protect children and women from trans women. You know what would protect children and women? Tough domestic violence laws. But no, let's worry about a trans women trying to pee in peace. Asshats. I have never been so angry.
When the Spring Break countdown is in its final days.
4 more days!
Killer Mike On The Importance of Voting
NowThis caught up with Rapper and Sanders supporter Killer Mike in the spin room following the democratic debate.
This can not be broadcasted enough
Dear American readers: this is actually more important than voting for president. Imagine what Obama could have achieved if he HADN’T BEEN FIGHTING A REPUBLICAN CONGRESS EVERY. DAMN. STEP.
Voting is not a one time act and a wizard saves everything.
A-fucking-men.
OMG. Yes. Vote. Every single time.
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lovely…
Wow.
Traditional Family
We are more traditional than most hetero families. My wife left her job teaching at a prestigious university to stay at home with our first born. By the time Bug joined our family, she had started teaching a few evening courses but left that when he came home. Now with Peanut, she's been out of the workforce for 6 years, taking care of our babies. While I hate the missed income and the stall to her career, I really appreciate her dedication to our children and am grateful that our children didn't have to go into daycare. Not typical in this day and age; but it's worked for us so far.
When do I get to sleep through the night again? Why won’t the children let me sleep through the night?
