Happy St. Patrick’s Day! My daughter has been counting down to this day for weeks. I’m not really sure why, because in all honesty, we do almost nothing different from any other day. I know lots of the cool moms kick off the day with green pancakes and green milk or even green eggs and ham before dressing their miniatures in adorable leprechaun garb. I managed to find mine some green shirts and poured them some Lucky Charms.I know, I KNOW. I was NEVER gonna feed my kids that god awful sugar+corn syrup+artificial flavors and coloring cereals, but the box was like throw-back cool and the marshmallows were seasonally ALL green clovers. (Shamrocks?) Update: They are both still alive. I’ll feed ’em same kale for dinner.
Anyway, the day is here. Here’s my girl sporting her green.
The kids were supposed to be at their dad’s tonight, but he will be battling for the city league basketball championship (yes, that is a real thing) so I get my littles. We are gonna get all domesticated and make my favorite green velvet cupcakes.
Here’s the recipe if you feel like playing along. Really, it’s great recipe, just switch it to red (duh) if you prefer the classic, or play with any color for a super festive look. Or separate the batter and do all sorts of colors for a rainbow affair.
1 ¼ c. flour
¾ c. sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
1 tbsp. cocoa powder
¾ cup vegetable oil
½ c. milk
1 tbsp. green food coloring
1 tsp. white vinegar
1 tsp. vanilla
Sift together dry ingredients. In a separate bowl , whisk together wet ingredients. Gradually add dry mix to wet mix at medium speed. Fill cupcake liners 2/3 full. Bake for 20-25 minutes at 350. Yields 1 dozen cupcakes.
¼ c. butter at room temp.
¼ c. cream cheese, softened
½ tsp. vanilla
2 c. confectioner’s sugar
Whipping cream (or milk) as needed
Beat butter, cream cheese and vanilla until smooth. Gradually beat in sugar. Add cream/milk for preferred consistency.
It is probably pretty horrible of me to get excited about a funeral just because it’s in Seattle, but that just lets you know how selfish I can be. Girlfriend’s Auntie passed away recently, and I feel sad for the family. Really, I do. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty psyched about getting outta town and enjoying long weekend in Seattle with my ladylove.
Seattle is my favorite. It always has been. Now that I date a real, live (relocated) Seattle woman, it’s even better than ever. She gets to show me around her old stomping grounds and I get a total hottie chauffeuring me around to tried and true, super awesome bars (of the lesbian variety!) and restaurants. Win-win.
The funeral functions were on two separate days and we stayed busy with family functions and a full day of cooking for the celebration of life gathering. Fun fact: Some vegetarians make really amazing stuffed meatballs. But don’t bother asking for the recipe. I totally just make it up based on sight, smell, and experience. After 6 hours of driving Thursday night, family/funeral functions all day Friday, cooking and the last funeral function on Saturday, we were ready for a little bit of fun on Saturday night. We hit up Wildrose in Capital Hill for a few hours and finally got to unwind and just be ourselves.
We didn’t get to rowdy or stay out too late, but it was sure nice to just be my girlfriend’s girlfriend without worrying about committing any ungodly acts of lesbian PDA and meeting a buncha family for the first time. 😛
Sunday we could have gotten right up and started our journey back home, but we instead lingered and wandered. Ate some amazing Thai food, played tourist and took some photos with the Freemont Troll, strolled through Pike’s Place Market, checked out some rad views, and did a whole lot of hand-holding. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday Funday.
Starting at a new school can be an intimidating, difficult transition. Particularly if you have never attended a real school before because you are a just a tiny little kindergartner. It is even more difficult if you don’t know anyone who is going to the elementary school to which you have been assigned. And I’ve never been in this predicament, but I would assume if you happen to be a five year old dealing with all that, while also adapting to your parents splitting up, your mom (and consequently you and your little bro) moving to a new apartment, and your mom getting a new girlfriend within the same time span, life could be stressful. With that in mind, I was calmly cautious about my first ever parent-teacher conference for my daughter, S. The ex-husband and I were to be there together and neither of us had been to any such thing before. I know my daughter is fiercely independent and strong-willed, even if a kind and compassionate soul. It can really be hit or miss when anything is amiss in her world.
Ex-husband was nervous. Really nervous. I wasn’t, but at the same time, I had no idea what to expect. The first words out of teacher’s mouth were, “Well we have a very strong-willed young lady on our hands.” *Pause.* I don’t love “strong-willed” as it seems to have negative connotations in line with the bossy v. leadership skills debate. I straightened up in my seat ready to hear out whether this was a complaint, compliment, or simply a fact. I’ve heard it as all three.
It was simply a fact. My S is strong and independent. Mrs. R went on to give us more details about S’s classroom behavior. She both tests and respects boundaries, especially once she knows the boundaries are there and why. She is a leader among her classmates. Her marks in all scholarly categories were above average. (Although frankly, I don’t care. She’s five. I’d rather have a kind, strong, helpful, creative and self-aware kid than some kid who is already proficiently reading.) She engages in all aspects of the kindergarten curriculum from phonics to computer lab to phys ed, and as per usual, she is (typically;)) a delight to be around. AND the teacher with a good 20+ years of experience repeatedly praised us for being attentive, involved, good parents working together to raise a great kid. BAM, bitches.
So there you have it folks. So far, so good. Despite what you may have read,almost-divorced, lesbian moms actually can raise well-adjusted, kind, intelligent, and all-around kick ass kids.
I promise I am totally writing out the whole story: The end of my marriage to Morgan, the beginning of my love with Dawn, how that impacts my little duckies, making a life and home in a small two bedroom apartment, the coming out story… ALL. OF. IT. But that’s sort of something that will be a bit like a keepsake to me. It’s life and it’s real and I know that not only will other readers read it, I will come back to it over and over again. So that post needs another day of writing and editing. Oh hell, who and I kidding? At least the whole weekend of writing and editing. Besides, right now I have this totally hot blonde meeting me in 18 minutes.
(Yup. I am so watching the clock…)
So with that in mind, I leave you with some pics of one of my first adventures with Dawn and my babes. Have a great weekend!