Kenny, who is generally a stellar sleeper at night, has morphed into a nighttime terror. Bedtime, which used to be a sweet twenty minute ritual, has become one that stretches two hours, only to have him wake at 4 or 4:30, pathetically tired, but refusing another minute of sleep. This usually happens whenever we […]
I’m slowly recouperating. Casey took me to a wine bar tonight where we sampled half a dozen wines, and that certainly helped! I still feel my insides do the tango when I shift positions, but I suppose that’s to be expected. Kenny is “surviving” with his grandparents. Read: He is loving […]
Tomorrow I go under the knife. Say goodbye to the gall bladder. Funny, the doctor reassured me that there’s no issue to remove it, because it isn’t really necessary in the first place. Like the apendix. But God gave them to me, so surely they are not accidental! It’s not […]
Kenny is home and definitely on the mend. He swings from wildly happy and normal to clingy and tired like a yo-yo, but going to bed tonight he was in one of his silly-sweet-lovey moods. The doctors did finally figure out what he has, too! It turns out that his Staph infection […]
Kenny has to stay in the hospital another night, so I have come home to take care of Dudley, and to “try” to get some sleep. It turns out that his infection culture did grow after all, so they are able to determine that it is indeed a Staph infection. They are keeping […]
I am home on a quick “walk Dudley” break. Today is Kenny’s third day in the hospital, and we are not sure yet whether or not we will be staying another night. He is MUCH better today – finally talking, laughing and eating again. Yesterday was pure Hell. He woke up […]
… well, not a change really. But it looks like we’re in the hospital again. First me (twice), then Casey, then Dudley, and now my poor, sweet Kenny. In fact, I am writing from the “family” computer in the pediatric ward’s waiting room. Kenny developed a swollen and violently red ear […]
I’ve read that eighteen months of age is the most typical time for a child to begin the phase of seapartion-anxiety. Well, Kenny was a few weeks late, but he’s definitely in the throes of it now. Bedtime for Kenny has finally become the drama that most moms talk about with their toddlers. […]
Dear Dudley, Let me start first with a commendation: most of the time, you are a really good dog. You always sit and wait for the “ok” before diving into your food bowl, you sleep in your own bed (most of the time), and you are extremely protective of your littlest pack member, […]