Babble

  Sometimes after you've poured yourself into a thing and there isn't much left to do or say, it's time to move on.  I wish I could say that that were the case with Babble.  I am sad today because this is our last post.  I feel like I had so much more to say about what is happening in our lives and all that is ...

I dug through the box of clothes, looking for something for the little guy to wear to daycare.  The morning was colder than it had been in some time and short-sleeved shirts and shorts weren't going to cut it. The box was full of sweaters and long pants given to us by another gay couple that we have been friends with since last ...

The thing about this weekend is that we didn't have an agenda.  There was no place to go, no where to be, nothing that we really needed to do.  After spending the entire day on Friday working on emergency repairs to our house with the assistance of a plumber (just love those plumbers), we were faced with a Friday night, a Saturday ...

    I don’t know how to express this without it sounding a little weird, but here goes.  I am needy sometimes.  No, that’s not the weird part.  And sometimes I want to be cradled and comforted and catered to.  It’s true, I would sometimes just like to put on a diaper and cry about everything that I want and maybe ...

Where I grew up, being a bookish, non-athletic momma's boy wasn't exactly the key to making friends.  Kids - hell, sometimes adults - saved their own special brand of teasing and torment for guys like me. Punk Sissy Nerd Fag   I heard it all and on a fairly regular basis.  The school bus ride - an hour long trip to ...

September 12, 2001, Washington, D.C.   The planes had stopped crashing to the ground, the buildings had stopped coming down, the emergency, the urgency, the oh my God help us the sky is falling on us, had stopped for the moment.  People began to move about stunned by the events of the day before.  I was at work because we were ...

We succumbed to the dreaded end-of-summer family vacation, we tolerated the kitsch of the aging road-side amusement park.    We came, we saw, he conquered!       We had plans with other families for the Labor Day weekend but they fell through about mid-July.  Then we shifted to visiting family, but that too ...

I have this sense that time is moving quickly, maybe even too quickly.  Forces that seem beyond my control push and pull me through a blend and blur of days.  I wakefeedchangedropoffworkpickupplayfeedchangesleep from one day to the next, feeling little sense of accomplishment but exhausted nonetheless.   While we do and ...

  There is almost always someone sleeping in our house.  Although there is a rambunctious pre-toddler who waddles everywhere sometimes pulling his wagon or pushing his mower or playschool bus, there is some heavy snoozing going on.  Amongst the three dogs the oldest, Mika is typically asleep more than awake.  She sleeps a ...

 Ty likes to go to bed--always has.  He also is usually very clear about this one thing.  Besides the typical cues like yawning and eye rubbing, when it's time for bed there are always a few telltale signs: fingers in the mouth; short little screams of frustration about everything; and lots of stumbling and falling.  So ...