Happiness is tying shoes

I have a new CD. It's "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." The musical, a 1999 version. One of my favorite casts.

So I'm listening to the song "Happiness," and there's this lyric in there:

Happiness...[is] tying your shoe for the very first time.

And it made me remember ( the first time I tied my own shoes )

So I was thinking about kids I might have someday.

Because I'm transsexual, they are not going to be my bio kids. They'll have to be someone else's bio kids. And I have some issues about this that have been bothering me lately.

But who cares? It suddenly hit me that no matter where my kid comes from, or what they're like, it must be such a joyous thing to watch your kid learn to tie their shoes. And I wondered how a future kid of mine might go about doing it.

Would they be the type to do it somewhat sloppily, but quickly in the rush to get places, do things, tripping over their laces for years before they got it right? Would they be the sober type that only did things very precisely, and got laces-tying down well? Would they be the type that struggles and struggles with such miniature maneuvers, so the final result is such a triumphant one?

That question, compared to all my concerns.

Some things are just not as important in the grand scheme of things.

Kitty pictures are up!

So some pictures of so-to-be-ours kittens are up on the Meow Foundation site.

They're on the New Beginnings page again:

Phia, our only girl. This is the one we decided to call "Manhattan."

Costa, the one I have named "Callisto." (Although before that's final, I suppose I should Google the name. I know it's one of Jupiter's moons, but I should check that it's not the name of some female goddess first, ya think?)

Someone on one of mom's forums commented that their pictures make them look like the bad-asses of the family. Heh.