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I don’t want to disparage one kitten and praise another—that’s no way to foster OR parent—but the fact remains that Qubit sat next to Greg’s shoe and DID NOTHING while Quasar attacked and defended us from its nefarious plans. We are SAFE TODAY thanks to Quasar’s bravery.

I call this little series of 3 photos “Every Tired Mommy” ‘cause I feel this in my bones. I AM SPENT. TALK TO THE HAND. And my favorite photo, the last one, where Mama Quantum has her left hand over Radia’s mouth…shhhhhhhhh, baby, let Mommy sleep. ...  read more

Today on “Weight, Weight, Don’t Tell Me!” we have Good News Thursday…all weight related.

Weight, Weight Good News Announcement 1: This little muppet made weight yesterday! Mary is *almost* one whole pound which means she got her first set of vaccines. HOORAY FOR MARY! And hooray for Jane, too—although it was less of a surprise that Jane made weight, we’re equally thrilled she has her first set of vaccines on board, as well. ...  read more

Mama Leap with her little mini-me, Jane. These two look sooooo much alike, and as I learn Janey’s personality, I realize they ACT alike, too. They’re both tender souls who want nothing as much as affection from the Humans.

And I’ve been trying to figure out why it means even MORE to me that Janey and Leap aren’t biologically related. As a mother of children who came to me by way of adoption and biology, I couldn’t care less which of my babies look like me. I ADORE that our family is a mix and mash of skin tone and personalities, talents and quirks, preferences and pet peeves. We’re the most wonderful weirdos I know. Heavy on the wonderful, and EXTRA on the weird. ...  read more

Leo says peekaboo. Me, too. We’ve both been hidey for a few days, and now we’re poking our heads back up.

A week ago, I was feeling anxious. Panicky. Full of murky dread. This is what happens with a Wonky Brain. Inexplicable, unreasonable fear. For me, mostly at night. That’s when my monsters come out. And it doesn’t matter that it isn’t logical and doesn’t make sense. At night when it’s under the weather, mentally speaking, the Wonky Brain doesn’t play the Sense-Making Game. ...  read more

“From the playboys to the gay boys, go and slay, boys.” Lizzo

Quasar & Quency. Boys slaying. 💖

“After a while, you learn to ignore the names people call you and just trust who you are.” Shrek

Qubit and Radia agree with Shrekish wisdom. Trust who you are, friends. This was, perhaps, the hardest lesson I had to learn in adulthood. Trust your gut. Listen to your heart. Abandon the rules that keep you from yourself. Whether you call it the Still Small Voice or the Holy Spirit or your conscience or your heart or your gut, there is a Good and Beautiful Thing inside. It will guide you. You’ll know it’s talking when it reminds you you’re brave and worthy of infinite love exactly as you already are. The Voice is kind. It’s gentle. Sometimes I have to be very, very quiet and shush my Lizard Brain. But it’s there, friends. I swear it. ...  read more

“I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.” Michael Cunningham

Quency agrees.

OK, friends, gather ‘round, and I will tell you the story of a brave warrior. This is our son, Aden. Except, for 18 years, we thought he was our daughter. And friends have asked, “did you know?” and “did you suspect?” And I want to say yes. YES, OF COURSE I KNEW. THIS IS MY CHILD, AND I KNOW HIM TO THE CORE. But I didn’t. I didn’t know, nor did I suspect. And even though we’ve tried to be Very, Very Open and Very, Very Accepting, Aden was afraid. He was afraid that the messages he’d heard from church (UGH) and society were more true than our love of him. So he waited. And he hurt. And then, at the tail end of Halloween night, he told us. As everyone’s costumes came off, he took off the one he’d worn for 18 years. He held out a piece of his heart to us—a piece of his soul—and said, “is it true? Do you really love ME? Or just your idea of me?” ...  read more