Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
In other words, yay for Lunchables and pizza delivery.
But the meal and the bathtime and bedtime went off with a minimum of drama and squawking, something I figure can be repeated on a regular basis so long as "once every six months" counts as regular.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Black Coffee In Bed - Squeeze
Cheap Sunglasses - ZZ Top
The Pigtown Fair - Tom Paxton
Dear Mr. Fantasy - Traffic
Said track I now have to track down for a new riding-home-from-school-with-Mom CD, since Dave Mason (once upon a time with Traffic) played a free concert in our town this evening and she and Beast were diggin' it.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
And supposedly I'm fine, though I could stand losing two or three stone. Hard to do what with me being married to a culinary genius whose family hails from the land that invented Molson and poutine.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Besides, as George Burns said, I can't die - I'm booked. It's my responsibility to repeatedly tell my daughter she's the most beautiful creature ever to walk the earth (well, she is) and make megaloud fart noises on my son's tummy.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Her whothewhat? is in remission?
Don't worry; it's what we said too after the doctors told us that she didn't have leukemia, but she did have this disease that, to the eye, presents almost exactly like leukemia, but is so obscure it needs a name in German and Latin. It ain't fun. To oversimplify, your kid gets a cold, and then a week or so after it's over their immune system for unknown reasons is still looking for something to do, like it's got a case of the Reggie Hammonds: Let's see...what we can (mess) with next. And goes after the small blood vessels in the knees, ankles, elbows, intestines...and kidneys. It gets ugly on the inside and the outside (warning: graphic).
Flashback to spring '06. Most cases of HSP go away on their own in four to six weeks. No sweat, said Noodle's doctors. The kidneys are only affected in one out of ten cases.
Her kidneys were affected.
Still, not to worry - the kidneys only fail in one out of a hundred cases.
Um, yeah. Great. Bartender? Double scotch, straight. And a hug.
Those abdominal pains could be intussusception. Better get her up here.
We're in the spelling bee from hell now, too. Intussusception is when the intestine tries to fold in on itself. Potentially fatal if things get jammed up and infected. And "up here" was the emergency room up at Albany Medical Center, the closest place equipped to deal with Noodle's situation. It's a super place on a Friday night. Only one gunshot wound that evening. In the end, it was just some nasty inflammation down there so we got to go back home.
But we got real familiar with Albany Med over the next couple of years. Kidney biopsy (CHRIST, THAT'S A HUGE NEEDLE), blood tests, urine tests, yummy barium-schmutz drinks, x-rays, weekends of infusion therapy with massive steroid doses, delightful hospital cuisine, and our little girl was a champ through the whole thing. We almost forget that she was just two when all this started, and now...fingers crossed, everybody...it may just really, truly, be over and done with, maybe, we hope.
At any rate, if you're somebody like us who gets to 9/11 and gets the impression they should be doing something useful to the rest of society on the day but damned if they know what, you could do worse than to drop a little something in the bucket over at the Vasculitis Foundation, which does research on HSP and a passel of related diseases in the charming vasculitis family. If that doesn't strike your fancy, try www.mygooddeed.org, which can point you to local charities who could always use a spot of help.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I promise to you that
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
And in the open space on the bottom goes "To not kick my baby brother even if he did wear my princess hat."
That was orientation day, only 90 minutes. The real first day was the next day. And away we go:
Here's Noodle on the bus. Not in the back with the hoods and greasers, not in the front with the goody two-shoeses. Just right:
I thought there was going to be drama and blubbering the first day, but nope. It's a lot different than when I headed off to kindergarten with a swat on the behind and a "See you when you're 17". Now there's an orientation assembly with parents and kids the first day, and us nervous parents can ask the teachers and principals whatever silly questions pop into our addled heads. I, for one, learned that there was nothing to the rumor that Padma Lakshmi was going to be the school's lunchlady this year. (Drat, said the dads.)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
"Master Shifu was a panda so it was okay for him to not wear pants."
"Daddy is not going to explain his boogers to you."
"Awww...my little boy mooned Fenway Park."
(Well, he did. From our 12th floor room at the Cambridge Marriott last month. Fat lot of good it did the Yankees.)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
It all adds up to a shameful decline in posting quantity and quality. Now that school's back in session, I shall endeavor to improve.
Oh - here's something new. Mildly amusing T-shirts from my mildly amusing morning show:
make custom gifts at Zazzle
(...and if the Flash thingy ain't workin' right, go on over to Zazzle and search for "Obama parody" and it should come right up.)