Human Nature

We got about 8 to 10 inches of snow overnight...
AWESOME, except that our driveway is about 3 times as big as our old driveway. I couldn't do the whole thing and had to ask the Mrs. for assistance.

This is good timing, not only b/c we'll have snow for Christmas, but because JB is plow- obsessed right now. When the plow came, he stared dumbfounded for a while and then abandoned his zen-toddler-state:

"Mommy, he be gone soon?"

Apparently this thing I try to teach myself- to be here now and not worry about the other shoe dropping in the middle of both shoes flying high in the air- is a far deeper obstacle that I can imagine.

I told JB that the plow would leave soon, but not for several minutes. He returned to silent awe, then he told me:

"I want 2 plows... not one, two... not three"

I couldn't follow at first, but then I realized he was still worried about plow#1 leaving and some derivative of the following must have occurred to him: "If one plow is this blissful... two would be amazing... Must. keep. plows. in. my. view."

When the plow left, we waved him goodbye and wished him well and JB turned to me with 2 extended fingers and said, "I want 2 plows." I thought to myself,
"Don't we all son, don't we all."

About 10 minutes later, another plow came by. I scooped him up dramatically and ran to the window, somewhat excited that it would seem to him I had made his wish a reality.

A microsecond later, the plow not yet to our house, he turned and said, "I want three, Mommy."

And now for some political commentary

Words fail me when I try to express how much i despise Joe Lieberman.
IN our house this guy is referred to as "Public Enemy Number ONE"

When he ran for VP of the united states on the democratic ticket in 2000, he simultaneously ran for his senate seat, even though we had a Republican Governor who would have appointed a Republican to his seat if his party won the presidency. Essentially he was saying to his constituents, "I'll have a job no matter what," and to his Democratic supporters, "It doesn't matter to me if we win or lose the white house (I"ll have a job either way)."

Then in 2006, after he promised he would abide by the results of the democratic primary race, he didn't...
running as an independent even though the Democratic candidate beat him in the run0ff...

At the time, when I wrote this little ditty to express my feelings about him, I had no idea how much worse things would get for his and my relationship. I did not know for example, that he would address the Republican national convention, or that he would stump for and endorse John McCain in the 2008 election. [Though i guess i should have seen it coming because he owed his seat to Republicans in the 2006 election.]

I knew that he would lie about what a majority of Americans want (real health care reform). But I had no idea that he would hold health care reform down on a pool table while Republican senators took turns hostage in such a hostile manner.

I had no idea that I could feel more contempt than I did back in those days... I was so naive.

Holy Joe, I hardly knew you...

Neuro check

JB's been having night terrors. He wakes up 2 or 3 times a night screaming and crying. There's a chance this would have happened anyway, but I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner with all of the changes in the last few months. He's been potty training too- so there's that, in terms of stress. And Katy and I would both give odds that his ears are full and he'll need tubes again.

Despite all this, he is doing pretty good in underwear. Yesterday we had a shit-storm blow out, LITERALLY. But that only happened once before and this time it was really my fault... I mean, it was the first time he even SAW a remote control car... I'm surprised his head didn't explode. I should'a been toileting him every ten minutes.

Today was ML's neuro follow up. I cried this morning (partially) in anticipation. It was really all that we hoped for:
1) He looks great
2) He's growing out of his phenobarbital dose, so we'll titrate that down to gone.
3) A repeat EEG is unnecessary unless he has more seizures.
4) A repeat MRI would only be for "curiosity's sake" and isn't worth the risks associated with necessary sedation as long as he continues to develop normally.
5) Developmentally, he seems normal.

He's such a sweet, happy baby, it's hard to imagine there could be anything wrong with him. The stressful part has not been imagining how it might be if there were something wrong with his brain (you've seen the videos of him singing... Who really gives a shit if that's who he is, that's who he is)... The stressful part has been imagining how it might be to have to watch him be poked and prodded, and tested for more of his life.

It is a relief, but it is also an exhausted exhalation that will not entirely give up the concern until he is long off the Meds without any more seizure activity.

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Snow puppy

Imitation is the highest form of flattery

Setting: Our house, 6am,
6+ inches of snow fell over night

Mom #1: (pointing out the window) JB, wanna see the snow?
Mom #2: Look! It snowed!!!

JB: I need my Teddy bear. (Pressing teddybear's face to the window and employing a high-pitched "teaching tone") SEE, TEDDYBEAR??? See the snow?!?  See it???

Both moms: (Jaws dropped, wide-smiles, laughing silently)

Kt: (Quietly to T) This is where we get to see If we're good parents, I guess.

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Cuteness

Here are some pics to hold you over...



I know, I know... He's ridiculous!!!



Well, they both are!

blog post - telegram style

So much to write...

Too tired to write.

Been up too late all week.

There's drama at our day care.

JB's getting 2 more molars, but we are still worried about his ears.

He is talking a ton now and has been wearing underwear for 2 days now (except at night) with no accidents today.

ML is Mr. Mellow. We like to rock him to sleep. (we were harder on his brother at this age) but tonight, we wrapped him and let him fall asleep on his own... He did it no problem-o. This kid could win an Olympic award for sleeping thru the night (knock on wood). If he didn't sleep this good, I might be suicidal...

Christmas cards more than 1/2 done.

No Christmas decs up yet.

Snow expected tomorrow.

I stacked a whole bunch of shit miles high to fit our 2 cars into the garage.

It might be worth the extra hundred grand in a mortgage if we don't have to scrape this winter...

I dare you not to smile at this:



:)

nite.night.

Tortured love song