You’d think that having a blog would have prepared me for this moment. For SxSW, I have to write a short and long bio… about me. You would think that someone who talks as much as I do would be able to come up with a paragraph describing myself. But, every time I start, I […]
I feel responsible for Kevin’s broken ankle.
I have a second opinion that’s just like the first. I’ve spent three months in either a boot or a cast, which haven’t make the pain stop.\ I get my ankle opened up, and the pesky extra bone removed, next Friday at high noon. I would say I’m looking forward to it, but I’m really […]
Max informed me today that he has gotten in touch with his inner skeleton.
I told you how it happened a while ago. Now, I’ll tell you what I did. I just found this great explanation of what an accessory navicular is. I’ve got one of those, and my little stumble in India moved mine around where it’s not supposed to be. I’ve got illustrations for you too: A […]
Six Weeks in a Cast At least it’s blue. If this doesn’t work, it’s surgery. I’m hoping the blue cast does the job.
Brian’s first word is officially “Max.” I am the mom, so I get to decide. Brian has mimicked sounds before, like “mama” and “dada” but we’ve never been sure if there was any meaning behind it. He has also done a breathy “hi” before, but again we weren’t sure if he intended to greet us […]
This started out as a response to Katie’s comment from Kevin’s most recent post, but I decided to make this a post on its own.\ I have a friend who only listens to kids music in the car, but I refuse to do that. The car is my domain. I listen to what I want […]
On Friday, Kevin sent me roses to thank me for all of my work and support during his broken ankle angst and to say sorry for all of the hassle it has caused. Isn’t that sweet? He is the one with the broken foot so he is the one that should be getting flowers. But […]
Ireland: Athassel Priory I had a rough night last night. Sleeping with a ten pound ski boot wrapped in a pillowcase on your foot is not easy, even with vicodin. This morning isn’t much easier. I’m trying to concentrate, and listen to music, but I keep thinking about Ireland for some stupid reason, and Athassel […]