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Following the leads of so many of the other parents we know, our boys now have their own LiveJournals. Alexander's is darkmuffin (We often call him 'muffinboy,' but one day, he decided he wanted a new nickname "because that one isn't Gothic enough." Anyone who knows the flair for the melodramatic he has can figure he's probably a baby bat in training). Following the nickname trend, nicholas' is scootercomputer. No content in either presently, but we'll probably periodically post kid stuff and pictures in either, as appropriate.

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I know it's dangerous, but i've been thinking again.

Should people who dabble at polyamoury be called polyamateurs? And how does any group relationship survive long enough to get to the point where the little misunderstandings of daily life don't have all the participants at each other's throats? I'm looking at just the little minor cross words which arise from not having clairvoyance to read our partner's thoughts all the time with perfect clarity. Then i think about all the lines of communication which a relationship with more than two participants entails— 7 for a group of three, as opposed to two for a couple (thinking about it, i get a count of 16 for a foursome, which makes me wonder if people who go to that extent ever manage to do anything other than make sure everyone's on the same page and that those lines aren't getting tangled)— and consider becoming a hermit.

And, lest anyone wonder, there wasn't a major tiff today, just a little extra stress which decided to grace us with its presence when the serpentine belt on the van broke today. I don't think it ran long enough at any point on the way home— we were about 3 miles from home— to do any significant damage, but there's no way to know for sure at this point. And damashita and i just managed to be a half-beat off in the heat of the moment. Just thinking about a minor catastrophe with more people involved is just making me twitchy.