our favorite baby daddy

Ask Hazel who is Amber and she will tell you very matter of factly, “She’s my Baby Daddy.”

Because she is.

The friendship between Hollie and Amber is a friendship that binds them together in spite of life choices and directions and distance. Get a job and some of the closest bonds will loosen. Have a baby and suddenly single friends aren’t around as often. Fall in love, get married and some bonds become undone because lust and love get in the way. Move and suddenly it becomes hard to stay close, get together, stay in touch even with smart phones and social media. Weather through all this and more and the promise of best friends forever is sealed.

This is Hollie and Amber.

When Hollie needed a friend the most there was Amber. Through the pregnancy; the pregnancy alone. Yes, mom and dad and family were there but mom and dad and family can’t quite fill the soul mate void during one of the more challenging milestones in a young woman’s life. Through the labor and delivery; that likely scarred her for life witnessing her best friend screaming at her mother that this FUCKING HURTS and her mother answers back in agreement that yeah it FUCKING hurts because mom knows that it fucking hurts thank you darling daughter. At that moment when Hazel was born and her best friend became a mother, Amber was there.

After Hollie and after Hollie’s mom, Amber, who provided the kind of support Hollie needed the most during one of her more challenging times, held Hazel…and of course it was love bonded forever.


Hazel has a Father and Hazel has a great Daddy and Hazel has the best and most beautiful Baby Daddy.

We call her Hazel’s Baby Daddy because, biology aside, it’s true; and because we love her.


as time goes by

Practically a lifetime ago, it seemed that the three families that love and claim Hazel as a daughter, niece, grandchild would never be able to be anything but be stiffly cordial to one another…and of course that was work because there was so much not-so-kind things happening before that. Of course it really wasn’t a lifetime ago but it sure felt that way. Just saying.

It definitely wasn’t that long ago when a little girl took to the stage to dance a duo and found herself overcome with fright and frustration and tears and ran off the stage.

But time goes by and

a little girl takes to the stage…

and rocks it with BOTH of her daddies!

Nothing but love here. In Hollie’s own words:

Still on an emotional high from last night. So proud of my baby girl, who had to pick a song and teach both her dads a dance. They won “Most Inspirational”. We have come a long way with this co-parenting business (some of you have been there through it all and know it hasn’t been easy in the slightest) and I’m proud of us for finally getting to the happy place we are at now, as well as super proud of our amazing daughter who has come so far in her dancing in just one year.


But just yesterday it seemed like our Jodie was telling us how much she loved dance class, as awkward as she was back in 2nd grade.

That’s exactly what we celebrated at our Dancing with the Dance Stars Team Jodie table…time passing and Jodie growing up from that little, awkward girl in Jonni’s mainstream jazz class to the accomplished dancer that she is today…anxiously waiting to hear about her AMDA audition.

She too shared the stage with her daddy because…

after all, she does get this from her daddy!

Best Daddy-Daughter Dance!

mischief managed

It was a great day and night of Halloween hijinks, joy and mischief.

Lumpy Space Princess announced that she is, indeed, pregnant, not just lumpy; and we were just as surprised over her announcement as we are about Jessica Simpson’s happy “surprise” announcement. But the Lumpy Space Princess one-upped Jessica because she announced that today is her last day of work…let the maternity leave commence. Whoo-hoo!!

Meanwhile, it was time to carve Hazel’s jack-o-lantern. Scary eyes and a happy smile is what she asked for.

So be it.

And while they waited for the trick treating hour, my boys made spectaacles of themselves.

While Hazel burned off some pent up energy and excitement with some heavy lifting.

At last it was time to put the costumes on and get ready!

Princess Rapunzel



And time to practice.

And pose for an awkward family portrait.

Oh yeah. Awkward!

FINALLY! It is time!

The Wizard and the Princess covered the whole neighborhood and came home with heavy bags full of treats.

Take note that the Wizard is turning 10 in two months while the Princess is only 3½ and maybe sigh heavily…I did.

Treats like these:

We tossed the Easter candy and Sister Ben took the tract for the good sister’s own personal stash…I think.

Mischief managed.

Happy Halloween/Reformation Day and Happy All Saints Day one and all!


So guess who decided that the best way to decorate a laptop is to color it…with a sharpie marker…all over the monitor screen of said laptop?

This girl!

She is so gosh darn bold with her creativity.

I’m desperately stifling that laugh because, of course, it wasn’t my laptop or her Mommy and Daddy’s computer but because it was her Baby Daddy’s laptop.


I think that I might have pulled a muscle stifling a laugh as she calmly explained to me that she must never, ever color or draw on a computer screen…ever.

I secretly high-fived her when Holly and Ben weren’t looking…


BEWARE of the red-headed sperm!

By now most have heard the news of the world’s largest sperm bank turning away donors who just so happen to be redheads. At first glance when I read this story I did gasp in disbelief. I mean, I’m a ginger…what’s not to love about me?


But it also initially disturbed me because of a theory circulating a few years back that redheads were doomed to soon be extinct. But then , thankfully, common sense prevailed.

Yes, we gingers are rare.

We do kind of stand out in the crowd and not just because of our fiery crown. Thomas Jefferson, Gen. George Custer, Winston Churchill, Elizabeth I, Vincent Van Gogh, Charles Darwin, Shaun White, Prince Harry, Conan O’Brien, Emma Stone, Julianne Moore, Susan Sarandon, Christina Hendricks and Nicole Kidman are just a few who come to mind.

True, the red hair is considered to be a recessive trait floating around in the gene pool but then I look at my own family.

In spite of my darling husband’s olive tone complexion and the dark brown hair that he once had, ginger, strawberry blonde and blonde prevailed. Quoting the words of the doctor who delivered these babies, “Go figure! You must have some powerful DNA!”

I do.

It is some pretty powerful stuff. Hazel’s Baby-Daddy was very surprised to realize that.

The very first time he held Hazel and beheld her strawberry-blonde fuzzy head he questioned how could she be so fair if her father had black hair and dark brown eyes. It’s a mystery, I agreed with him. Then I asked him if he ever really took a good look at Bill, Holly and the rest of this circus. Realization slowly came across his face.  Of course two years later he still needed a paternity test to verify the fact that yes he was the Baby-Daddy but the ginger DNA somehow beat out his and helped to create a most delightful, blue-eyed, strawberry-blonde hair child.

What’s not to love about her?

So in spite of Cryos’ decision to turn away ginger donors, we redheads will continue to prevail and thrive. We might represent 1-2% of the world’s human population but we are a a strong lot.

Ginger Power Forever!