Sunday, March 22, 2009

Maybe not so Friendly

We are regulars at the local Friendly's restaurant. They love my kids and take care of us.
The other evening there was a large table next to us of a family with a new baby. We were all "ohh"ing and "ahh"ing over this precious child.
As we were leaving, my son decided he wanted to see the baby (who ws now asleep). Side story - noticing babies and dogs is something somewhat new to my son. He treated them as if they might as well be... ah... doorknobs about 8 months ago. Unfortunately, he likes to walk up to babies and bop them on the head with a little plastic toy he carries around. By the way, babies do NOT like to be bopped on the head with little plastic toys - trust me. It's a new "concern" we have to keep in mind when we head out "ok honey, remember to watch Carson around babies and dogs; and Morgan is still afraid of wind and eats snow - any snow".

Anyhoo, as my son creeps closer to this precious child I knowingly hold him close and undetectedly (is that a word) hold his arms to his side. He peers at the sleeping child, smiles and shouts "HI!!". Have you ever seen a sleeping baby startle? It kind looks like a cross between an 8 year old at a Haunted House and your gramma slipping on some ice.
"Ok honey, remember to clamp your hand around his mouth...."

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Tell me why, tell me why...

Today, we offered to take the kids to a nearby museum via the train (we have a BIG train fan in the house). For some odd reason, he said "NO!" and he became visibly upset. HUH? Normally we wouldn't cave to this and would still go on the the train trip, but sister's karate ran late and we missed the train. So we drove in, had fun, blah, blah, blah. The notable part was that on the way home we asked him "Why did you not want to take the train in?" He said (word for word) "Because it's loud"... That counts as a sentence. We understood what he meant by that


Monday, March 2, 2009


My daughter has asthma. Asthma is a bitch. My son, who has immune and mito disfunction, breezed through the flu and all colds this winter. My daughter was hospitalized once and looks like she's trying for an encore performance today. It's just a cold...

I can handle mito, dysbiosysis, yeast, lucky gut, brain inflammation, short stature --- but not being able to breathe is a BIG DEAL. And honestly, the hospital doesn't have any tricks of the trade there - except if she starts going down hill fast. Perish the thought.

It's time to start my home work about bio medical interventions for this is not improving.... Maybe I'll have her take up the bagpipes! (Thanks Red Larry Yellow Larry)