Here is a comic strip that really nailed it and I have been giggling at it for a while now. It is Baby Blues from May 30, 2010. This has been the story of most of the last 3.5 years of my life and counting. Elijah has entered the “acrobatic nursing” stage, now that he’s…
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Maybe if We Dropped a Megaton of Cheese
I’ve not been all that smooth myself. The first time we enjoyed a Greek Dinner at Mykonos, Brian’s dad introduced me to their Sagnaki, or more specifically an appetizer of flaming, pan-seared cheese and tomato, doused with a squirt of lemon juice, to a cheer of “oooooooooOO-PA!” While awaiting our snack, I started pondering aloud…
Rock Away Owie
In the car the other day, I heard Isaac singing a sweet little tune. Curious, I listened closer to hear him singing, “Stomp on the baby, stomp on the babyyy.” Ian followed suit later that day crooning, “Destroy all the books! Destroy all the books!” My house has become Decimation: The Musical. Last night Ian…
I’ll Be in the Powder Room
He’s crawling! I would probably call it official since Friday. I’m in for it now. They can officially take off in three different directions. Prior to Friday, Elijah was “migrating.” By lunging and turning and sitting, he would get around a little bit. His last chemo visit went well. His blood counts were basically normal…
Two Steps Cleaner, One Step Disaster
I turned on my computer and Ian announced, “It’s time to plaay FAM-il-y Feud!” Am I addicted? The boys had a lot of fun today, but in the way that mom…well, not so much. While I prepared Elijah’s dressing change supplies for the home health nurse, I hear the boys sounding dangerously happy. I entered…
Baby Moses
I was doing the laundry this morning and was digging near the bottom of my basket and I found a pump bottle of foam soap wrapped in a stiff washcloth. I laughed to myself, remembering that Ian had called that bottle “Baby Moses” the other day. I tossed the contraption into the bedroom and Ian…
If you start using the potty, I’ll laugh at your poo with you.
Scrubbing poo out of the carpet before breakfast is not the best marker of a good day. That’s OK. I’m keeping my eyes on the Prize. We are planning our escape to an undisclosed location *.* at an undisclosed time. Having bumbled through the morning with my free-day-at-the-children’s-museum virus, I put the kids down for…
I need a Tuesdayectomy
Apparently the unpublished price of admission for Vacation Bible School is one fever for each participant, to be distributed immediately to said participant’s doting mother. Well, I haven’t had Ian and Isaac’s fever *yet* but I did acquire a sore throat and a certain bleariness. I suppose it was worth it to observe Ian’s carefree…
Veggie Table
I’ve been trying the participation method of garnering the boys’ interest in veggies. I find them a job to do in hopes that they will want to eat what they helped make. It’s been successful with at least the first bite. I planned some steak and veggie skewers for the grill and thought up the…
Even The Calgon Ran For Cover
Yes, last week was just that scary. If stars could’ve had a role, they would have completely un-aligned. Murphy’s Law nearly bore my namesake. I completely blame the Chiclets – the ones Elijah is pushing through his gums. I’m still waiting to see if the bottom tooth is a new tooth or a piece of…
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