As gay adoptive parents, Biff Chaplow and Trystan Reese exploded into the public eye after being featured on the parenting podcast The Longest Shortest Time. Their trans pregnancy story has since been covered by People Magazine, on Buzzfeed, on CNN, and in hundreds of other outlets across the globe.
Listeners and readers have been captivated by their honest, raw accounting of becoming "accidental gay parents" when a sister suddenly couldn't care for her kids, and these two 20-something guys were thrust into the world of parenting.
Now that their family is complete, Biff and Trystan are excited to continue sharing their story of love, courage, and family with the world.
"...One of the most moving and powerful expressions of family I have ever heard."
When you have a crappy stroller... you know it. It doesn’t open up easily, so you’re always trying to somehow balance your cup of coffee and your baby while pleading with the stroller to JUST UNLATCH ALREADY. There’s this little tiny space underneath where somehow you’re supposed to fit your diaper bag but in reality, only one kid-sized sweatshirt can be stored there. And when you have to put it away, it somehow always manages to collapse in the closet, pushing the hallway door open so guests can see all of last year’s Christmas decorations sitting there.
The first couple of hours were tense. We both held tight to the other’s mistakes of recent weeks. The time he told me he wished Biff was his only dad. The time I told him he couldn’t have screen time because he pushed Hailey (I found out later that she lied about the pushing thing but was so mad about their bickering I said no screen time anyway). We listened to music in silence, Riley occasionally asking tentative questions about the trip. “Where are we going again?” “Did you remember my swimsuit?” “What if I twist my ankle?” I gave him the map and traced our journey over and over again. As the miles passed our mutual anger dissipated and I remembered he was just a kid and he remembered I was just a person and we started to sing along to the music and make plans for counting stars.
I laid everything out the night before (Biff chuckling away in the kitchen watching me) and piled the heavy-ass packs into the car and set my alarm. “Tomorrow is backpacking, buddy! Go to sleep early because I’m gonna be waking you up at 6am!” He fell asleep with a giddy smile on his face, so stoked to be alone in the wilderness with just his dad.