What’s not to love about a carousel?
Published September 8th, 2008 in Mostly a picture, Re: the lil' peanut.
Especially when it’s your second one ever, and the big sister is bobbing up and down on a neighboring ostrich.
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Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia. 
See? The problem is every time I read your blog, I want to have babies with you people.
*Ouch* My uterus hurts.
GIMMIE.
nomnomnom.
You know I want him - why you tease me so, I don’t know.
If I move to San Fran can I borrow him sometimes?
…as if to say, “Hey, lady, there’s plenty enough love to go around!” C’mon over, hitch him up on your hip, and ride every carousel you find (it would make for a nice organizing device for a tour, though admittedly not as extensive as a Vertigo-themed one).
And Mr Lady, you hit the nail on the turkey baster! The lesbian baby boom plot, revealed.
Isn’t that Golden Gate Park? If not, it’s the spitting image. And we were there Sunday — riding the ostrich! Small world…
And a fine ostrich it is, isn’t it? Yep, GG Park itself. Amazing we didn’t bump into one another. Then again, we could have, and not exactly known it (both of us scratching our heads thinking, “There’s something about that guy that seems familiar…”)
We went for the free opera, lasted ’til the half time, and were irrevocably drawn to the carousel. Our friendly neighborhood carousel is still being refurbished, so we were carousel-starved. Haute culture for the under-seven set.