Sunday, April 25, 2010
It must be so different for kids today, for us, the social scene of middle/high school kinda ended when the school day and after school activites ended... resumed on Friday and Saturday nights... but Sundays and school nights were family & private time. Nowadays, the gossip can continue all night long on Twitter, Facebook, etc. When kids go to college, this correspondence doesn't change! Cell phone numbers don't change. People may relocate, but you can get in touch with them the same way you always did.
So with the invention of all these social networking sites... MySpace and Facebook, etc.... we get reunited with the people of our past. For some people this is terrifying (and those are probably the ones that use fake names, don't put their photos up, and have private profiles). For some it's exciting to catch up... show off their wedding photos, their kids, photos of their new homes, their careers, etc. For some it's about nostalgia, some people really do find a new spark in old friendships. For me, it's all of those things and also just plain difficult. Because for every person I reunite with, I have to "come out" all over again. Yes, I have a daughter... and a wife... yeah, I said wife. Then I see the wheels turning "OK, if she has a wife, then how does she have a kid"... and so I then blurt out something along the lines of "she's a donor baby!" Then I have the anxiety of wondering how they are going to react. Curious? Uninterested? Shocked? I "came out" over 10 year ago... and now I find myself doing it again and again and again on a weekly basis.
I'm the type to blurt things out, because I'd rather people just know than wonder! (And i wish more people were like this, I hate wondering things!) Usually the truth is way less scandalous than what people would dream up anyway. I've been with my wife for over 7 years, my daughter is almost 2. And when she told some people i was pregnant, a few people asked her if I cheated on her!!! I also don't have an ex-husband, and I didn't take our child and run away with a woman. My child was not conceived accidentally, she was made purposely, and with love. Yes, she has 3 parents... and yes she has 8 grandparents and at least 2 great-grandmothers... and yes, she may have siblings one day that she won't grow up with... and yes, that all IS kinda weird, but it's our life, and she has SO many people that love her, so in this circumstance, more IS better! I'm not ashamed of our family in any way, but I think I might be sick of explaining it over and over. But I guess I better just get used to it!
So while we're here, since this is a new blog and my old one is locked up, sealed off, finished... I'd like to share our family's story. (The short version.)
Missy and I met in 2003. I had a friend who I knew since 1998 and he was in a band.... and invited me to come see him play... and so I did a few times, and hung out with the band. And Missy was the bass player in the band... and so we hit it off! She lived in Brooklyn, I in Manhattan, and both of our leases were coming to an end, so we made the quick leap to moving in together, in Hoboken. I wanted out of NYC and I loved Hoboken, and she was willing to come with me! We loved it there! We lived in this awesome, huge apartment over a bar for a year and a few months, and then we bought a condo in Hoboken in October 2004 where we lived for almost 3 years. The mortgage was steep and I was ready for suburban life, so we decided to sell the condo and start the process of having KIDS! We got a civil union before we left NJ in 2007 (and later a marriage in Massachusetts in 2008) and we moved to the little beach cottage where we live now (about 65 miles from NYC). And so we started the decision process of... where were we gonna get sperm?!?!
Sperm bank? Known donor - friend? Known donor - family? (Hers obviously, not mine). We sent in the paperwork to register for a sperm bank (and it's a lot of paperwork)... and even selected our choices... it was a hilarious few weeks talking about the merits of eye color versus musical talent versus good handwriting, etc. But through a lot of soul searching, we decided that wasn't the route for us and we next went through the process of selecting a friend to ask. A friend not only chosen for his physical attributes (genetics), but for his intelligence, health, loyalty and character. Which of our friends would we be comfortable with being a part of our family forever. Which of our friends would be able to develop the kind of relationship with our child that both we wanted and he wanted, without crossing boundaries, etc. A thousand other questions and criteria, and so we made a choice... and asked. I asked him while we were both drunk at one of our most epic house parties ever... and said, don't tell me now... just think about it. And think about it, he did. For 3 long months we waited for an answer... and we got our yes, and went forward with it! And in less than 30 days, Lilian was conceived and she's perfect, like she was just MEANT to be. And here we are today, the family of the girl with 3 parents and 10+ grandparents, but it works for us!
And so I keep explaining our story over and over... and I'm sure that Lilian and her future-siblings will have to keep explaining too... but we're all lucky to have each other.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
For now a photo will have to do. This is from 4/13/10 (Lilian was exactly 20 months old) and we are (obviously) in a sushi restaurant. Though everyone on the planet (except my longest-friend Linda) doesn't think she looks anything like me... in this photo I see a resemblance! And that's neat to me.
I love my Peanut.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
OK... so two moms and a baby walk into a bakery/cafe...
Missy went to the counter to order our snacks/drinks and I sit down at a table with Lilian. She is wearing a purple/lavender striped onesie with overalls. They don't have high chairs so she's just sitting on a regular chair. The restaurant has about 10 tables that seat 2-4 each.. tiny, close together! It's a cafe, not a restaurant. ( http://www.littlecupcakebakeshop.com ) At the table next to us is an old woman (75?), grandma age. She has one of those "carts" that old ladies push in NYC for their groceries/laundry ( in case you don't know what i mean: http://theunderweardrawer.blogspot.com/2008/06/30-is-new-70-i-was-on-call-saturday.html ) , a newspaper on her table, and NO food or beverage. She's clearly a neighborhood busybody and I knew we were in trouble. Lilian had been in the car for a long time (3 hours?) so when we got there, I gave her a drink... formula in a bottle. Lilian drinks juice/water from sippy cups, but still has some bottles a day. Is she a little old for that? Yes. Is it the end of the world? Probably Not. Is is any of anyone else's business? Certainly not. So... the woman interjects... "how old is he?" And I say "she's almost 20 months". And she says "And he's STILL drinking a bottle?" (Notice the gender discrepancies.... not an accident, but i let it go.) So I ignore it, turn my head from her, and go back to interacting with Lilian. Food/drinks come... I go get a BUTTER knife to slice my cupcake in half to give Lilian half, Missy has a bottled water, I have a bottle of iced tea... we all have a cupcake. Lilian reached out and took Missy's water bottle. She was just holding it... not "doing" anything... and I hear "you better take that away from him, he's gonna spill. No, no don't put it there, put it on the other side of the table where he can't reach it." *sigh* Ok, grandma. Enough. We ignore her more and Missy and I try to have a conversation. "Look! He's got a knife!" I was totally aware that Lilian had picked up the butter knife. She wasn't doing anything with it, she was fine. But I take it from her to make this old lady shut up. We try to continue a conversation. "I can't believe you're letting him eat cake before dinner! He's gonna spoil his appetite!" OMG! Really?!?! Shut the fuck up, no one asked you! It was 2PM!!! Not even close to dinner!!! Seriously, every time Missy and I tried to talk, she was interrupting. From another table! So I finally turn to her and say "She'll still eat her dinner, it's hours away... and she's a GIRL!!! A girl!" And you know what that bitch says?!?! "With that haircut, she looks like a boy. That's a boy's haircut. She needs to have loooong hair like her mommy." Are you fucking serious? Who says that?!?! Why not just say "oops, sorry, my mistake." And she had freakin' purple on! I was moments from losing my mind. So we packed up the rest as leftovers and left. Then we remembered we wanted to bring some for Rich and Lizzie (who we were seeing later), so we went back in and Missy got some to go, and I went to the bathroom to change Lilian. On our way out, the bakery had a huge rubbermaid container with stuff in it, and Lilian peeked inside.... that bitch starts saying "he thinks his toys are in there! He wants to go home and play with his toys!" I had to pick up Lilian and walk out the door silently.... or I really would have gone OFF on her. I may have even missed/forgotten/blocked one of her rude interjections because there were so many. She seriously didn't let us enjoy our postponed-Missy's-birthday-family-date at a bakery Missy was dying to try! So fucking rude and annoying. And the bakery staff saw she was harassing us... but didn't say anything... further proving she's the Neighborhood Busybody.
Anyway... if you ever go to The Little Cupcake Bakeshop in Brooklyn, and you see a red haired old lady sitting in there alone... do NOT sit near her.
And for those interested, the cupcakes were good, but didn't blow my mind. They tasted like they came right out of the Magnolia Bakery cookbook. Only they had more flavors. Except... the red velvet. We took one home, and i had a few bites last night, and a few today... and thinking about it all day, it's the best red velvet cake/frosting I've ever had. It was spectacular red velvet. All the rest, good, but OK. So, if you are there, taste the red velvet, but stay AWAY from the red fox!