we are parents???

We got our 2007 BM tickets. I first must say BIG kudos to the BM HQ for making the purchasing experience much better and completely logical. No one should complain about how it carried out (there were complaints last year, but geez...with I'm sure 15,000+ trying to buy tickets at one time, I'm fine with some delays...). BM continues to please me in how they organize this gigantic event. Very professional. I'd work for them if I weren't a Six Aparter. I've been to the BM HQ and seen their awesome child care/playroom. That says a lot.

Anyway, I was reminiscing, looking at old pictures. Boy having a blog is so great for that. It really is my family album. I was reliving the year at BM when Dav and I got married, and found this. Seriously, are we parents? I feel confident and happy taking care of Tesla, loving her, not fazed by anything she brings about, and feeling quite strong that between Dav and me, we'll have a pretty balanced way of bringing her up. Yet, we really don't look the look, do we?

That's what we want, I know. Throw people off. But I've been pretty narrowly focused on caring for Tesla, our family, my cats, our home...and it's rather traditional actually. I clean, make meals, wipe her mouth/butt, make sure everyone is happy. Don't get me wrong. That makes me happy. And Dav supports me in a bazillion ways. Taking over when I'm tired. Playing, talking, and reading to Tesla in ways I don't. (I've overheard words like "collapse of civilization” or "Eudoxus found a way to path up the theory...” when he's reading to her.) I think we've found our groove as a family.

Yet, I wonder when Tesla can understand...that daddy has a dalmatian bunny costume, and mommy has her outfits too. I'm dying to know what she thinks!! I'm sure I'll report it here in due time. Til then, we all have to wait...