The tribulations of the older sibling (Chapter One)
Published May 14th, 2007 in Mostly a picture, Re: the bairn.
Photo credit: The beloved.
In which we go to L.A. for a long weekend, and I have to pry friends and family off the lil’ brudder with a spatula and a can of DW-40.
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Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia. 
I had someone from Kodak approach me about a camera after our panel. WOOOOOO! 
That look is to die for.
Youbetcha!
Oh, the eyes, the eyes . . .
And she’s all pretty and dressed up and pink.
But it’s baby baby baby.
Fortunately she’s at the age when hitting the bottle is still an acceptable response, I guess.
So adorable — and I am a big fan of the guitar pants!
Nothing beats the blues like a slug of yogurt-juice drink.
And Liza: you’re tellin’ me. We are firmly positioned downstream from these people for the hand-me-downs. The monkey’s shirt, though — a toddler version of Code Pink: Women for Peace — was a gift from my Sister in Struggle in NOLA, who also gave us a “Future Feminist” t-shirt (from the Nat’l Women’s Studies Ass’n), and another fabu message T. My advice to all: wait to spawn until your friends and family have done so first, then sit back and wait for the bounty to flow your way. If the guitar pants haven’t been spoken for, I’ll see if I can’t snag ‘em for Noah!
Oh I hear ya on the hand-me-down love. Coming to us soon are purple patent-leather combat boots and we can’t WAIT.