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SHE's PLAYInG WITH A TOY! IN HER HANDS!! Putting it in her mouth and everything!!

Porter

We've been talking every now and then about how much fun it's going to be with Amelia growing up with Porter around. He's such a sweet dog and we tried really hard to make sure he didn't feel left out when she arrived. Every now and then we'll let him smell her and bring her really close to him and he's always really cute about it. The other day Laura said she left Amelia upstairs with our housemates so she could get some stuff done around the house. Amelia, of course, was crying about being left with strangers and Porter started freaking out. He was pacing around the house trying to get Laura to go upstairs to check on her. Then at one point, before they were able to calm her down she let out a pretty good scream. Porter freaked out. He went running upstairs, to check on her. Once he realized our housemates were taking care of her, he came down and settled down, but he just didn't react well to her crying without Laura or me being there.

It's refreshing to know that he'll always be there to keep an eye on her. He's a big sweetheart, but he can be scary too.

Longevity

The worst part of Bush's legacy will be his appointments to the Supreme Court.

The best part?

"Internets" has, I believe, reached common usage in the vernacular.

Having the courage of your convictions. . .

I read in the paper today a story about a man who confessed, in Texas, to a murder he committed many years before when he was living here in Oregon. It was an interesting case, but nothing too spectacular except that he confessed in Richardson, Texas, where I used to live.

It didn't cross my mind again until I came home and opened my email to see this:

greetings fabulous legal activists,

i don't mean to bug u, but do u know of anyone who might be able to help this guy? his name is david lee patterson, and he killed a close friend of mine some years ago, and apparently just turned himself in down in texas. he's waived extradition and should be back in pdx shortly. he's lived on the streets for most of his life, and likely can't afford good legal help. i would really like to see him get the representation he deserves. i think the person he killed would want that too. here's the story.

http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2008/03/373931.shtml

lemme know if u know of anyone who can help. it may be that he will find his own legal assistance, but in case not, i thought it would be good to see what i could do.

This, to me takes tremendous courage and strength to be able to set aside whatever feelings you may be having in order to extend a hand to help--because it's the right thing to do. I am awestruck by the self-less nature of the request and hope beyond hope that if I am ever called upon to make a difficult decision such as this, that I would have the wherewithal and character to choose as wisely as this person has.

First Day of Spring

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Originally uploaded by jake_mrtnz

Tomorrow is officially the first day of spring. Here in Portland the plum trees and cherry blossoms are all over the place. And as much as I hate being thrown off by Daylight Savings, it's great to have so much daylight in the evening.

I was walking home from the bus stop yesterday, and the sun is still above the west hills and I was walking under one of the plum trees and was just overcome by how fortunate I am. Granted, as usual, I don't have any money and our living situation could be better, and finals and the bar exam are lurking around the corner to make the next few months a nightmare. But otherwise, I have a job that I truly enjoy, a partner who is caring and understanding, a beautiful baby girl who is healthy and growing, and a dog and cat who are both happy to see me when I get home. There never seems to be enough time to get anything--let alone everything--done and I'm constantly running from one place to the next, but for right now, I think it's great.

Teeny

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Originally uploaded by jake_mrtnz

Even as she gets bigger and bigger, I cannot get over just how small she is. Looking at this picture I am floored by how miniature she is, and how good she's getting at holding her head up.

Doctor's Appointment

I have health insurance through the school.

Laura, and Amelia have insurance through the state of Oregon.

We spent the better part of our morning today trying to find a doctor who would accept the state's health plan. This is simply one more reason we've got to re-evaluate and reform the healthcare* system. Two reasonably intelligent adults cannot navigate the bureaucratic mess nor can we see the doctor we want to see because we don't have the right insurance. Essentially, low-income people are funneled to a particular subset of doctors who have more incentive to prescribe some medication than to help their patients feel better.

How in the world can conservatives, particularly religious ones, think that it's a bad idea to provide healthcare for everyone? Shouldn't everyone be able to go to the doctor of their choice and get, at the very least, the minimum amount of care? I understand why doctors and insurance companies are against it, but not why the average everyday voter is opposed.

I can only hope that one day this will be remedied. I hope there comes a time when Amelia gets sick and she doesn't have to worry that she can't get the care she needs or wants because she has the wrong insurance or none at all. We were literally turned away by a doctor today because we had the state health insurance.

God bless. America.

*Incidentally, I heard an interview with an etymologist a while back who was discussing the speed with which "health care" became "health-care" and finally "healthcare." Even now, my spellcheck does not give me a red underline for using it as one word. Words, and the way they change and the ways we use them truly fascinate me.

Worries

This morning the three of us were laying in bed, falling in and out of sleep before getting up for the day. I was looking at that little face with those big eyes, and I started to worry. I wondered if I would be treating her differently if she'd been a boy. If she had been born a boy would I be as affectionate, or tell him he was pretty as often as I do? Would I snuggle him as much as I do this little girl? It worries that we are already shaping her understanding of what and who she is expected to be as a girl/woman. I guess it doesn't worry me exactly, but it concerns me in terms of the way I relate to her. Societal gender norms are oppressive enough as it is without my adding to them.

There's no real answer to this problem. Ultimately, I have to keep an eye on how the way I behave, the way that I relate to her, and her mother and all the other women in our lives. I want her to grow up in a world where there's simply no question of a whether a woman can be president, but when it will be.

new camera

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Originally uploaded by jake_mrtnz

Well, the new camera came today. I haven't gotten a chance to figure out all the bells and whistles yet, but suffice it to say, this little girls is so sweet. Look at her little face. Don't you just wanna smoosh her little cheeks?!

Many more to come, some good, mostly not. I'm not quite the photographer that Jason or Heather are. But when your subject is so cute, it doesn't really matter.