she lived in plain white Onesies and occasionally jeans when I wanted to tell people her drag king name was Liam.

This is great! I'm all about onesies. It'll be hot enough here that onesies are about all they can handle.

But I have acquired some adorable cowboy themed clothes for Noah (and seriously? could anyone look LESS like a cowboy than Noah?) and some cute flamingo stuff for Grace.

Is it hampdenfest this weekend, sara?

It's either that or Honfest. I wasn't paying attention.

OK, so I can't sing for shit. But with Miss P, she loved singing. So she got lots of rounds of the Cowboy Junkies Mining for Gold. Yay asbestos lung disease? Hey, it's worked with all the babies I've cared for.

She also got parts of the plucking song in french. Je t'ai plumerai! Plumerai la tete! Alouette! Je t'ai plumerai! (spelling suspect.)

She's not too demented.

Maybe they'll be well-behaved, placid, non-destructive toddlers.

oh this is so unlikely.

Related: I finally got the long profile of the donor we used. His answer to why are you doing this was fantastic: "Frankly, the compensation helps me to pay for my daily expenses."

There was more about helping people start a new family, but the honesty was refreshing.

I love that song about the bird! Also "Sur le pont d'avignon, on le danse on le danse! Sur le pont d'avignon on le danse tous en rond."

Kat, I was just looking through your flickr album, and both kids are gorgeous. Grace has got beautiful eyes, and Noah's sticking-up hair is adorable.

My favorite toddler+computer story is the litte brother of a friend of mine from high school. When he was about 2, he started banging on the keyboard of their computer, and somehow managed to set up a macro so that, when someone was typing, each time they pressed the letter z, the last two lines of text would be deleted. This was discovered when his oldest sister was typing a term paper.

Heh. I should ask my brother what he put down. (He also is a donor. Which, I have to admit, kinda gave me pause at first. Just..genetic aunt to someone I'll never know when I so love aunthood. Then I figured there are plenty of good potential aunts out there waiting for their chance. ) And oh goodness, if personality has a genetic component...um.

Um, Kat, if you ever hear me singing Mining for Gold to your kids, I apologize to your ears.

Hil, thank you. Also, that's hilarious and worrisome. Little brother of friend? born hacker!

No need to apologize. I can't sing for shit. But I frankly don't care. One of the nurses in the NICU has the most beautiful voice. She was trying to calm down the crying baby in the next crib over one day (the one without a gut, who has reason to cry, I tell you what). The nurse sang for a couple hours straight.

Je te plumerai

Sur le pont d'avignon, on y danse

t /French pedant

ETA: Who am I kidding? That tag never closes. Plus, it's nice to hear someone still sings these songs.

on y danse? I swear I learned it as on le danse, but y makes so much more sense.

Sur le pont d'avignon, on y danse

Plus, it's nice to hear someone still sings these songs.

I totally love that song! My high school French teacher was awesome and would sing it! I sing it to my kids, too.