Sunday, April 22, 2007


I haven't written the Disney update.
WE had a great time. Going on a plane, staying in a hotel. French fries twice a day. All that without Disneyland!
Disneyland was fabulous. I love it. Kids loved it. They still adore the characters-hugs all around. And they liked the parades, shows and pretty much all the rides we went on. We did not do the huge roller coaster at Disneyland Adventure.
Pops' Dad behaved well and didn't indulge in the need to parent our kids. Gramps can launch into sessions of bitching about life's details-I would just tune him out and roll him over to Pops. Gramps did generously foot the bill for the entire trip.
I look forward to going back. And is goes without saying that the kids do.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Back to the hospital 2007

Ah yes. Back to the ol' emergency room at Stafford Hosp.
This am AJ was in the front yard playing with Java and on his way in he slammed his finger in the very large and heavy front door.
Lots of screamiing and crying and unsettling of the entire family-rightfully so.
Over to the MD office who sends us to the ER.
(Actually I am here as I write. We see a professional every 15 or 20 min and then they disappear again. The place is practicallyy devoid of patients-so I am unclear where they are and what they are doing. The good news is cable TV with ESPN and AJ and Pops watching NBA plyaoffs and me on the computer they have in the room)
They have valet parking at ER. $8.00. Never miss an opportunity to hit up panicked, ill people for money! (We didn't fall for it)

I pause-a huge tantrum in ER now. In our room. Not because of pain. But because I just had to tell AJ he won't be going to his baseball game today. He is yelling and screaming and it is "your fault Mama!" Staff is gathering. I stepped out of the room to let him be with Pops. Last time we were here he emptied the staff station with his screams when I told him at 11pm that (due to impending surgery) he would not be getting the milkshake I had promised.

When we arrived in ER Kurt and I logged in our head which of the beds in the adult and pedi ER our family has previously been in. We've visited a fair number of them.

Attending MD is a buff and wears tight scrubs top and tight pants and his name is... Dr. Ross Braun. Could I make that up?

My tolerent mood...fading...
bla bla bla ...
they just put in nerve block in AJ's finger to control pain for other procedures. takes resident 3 tries. AJ held down by 2 -3 people. lon needle-lots of poking.

then he his fine and chatting about about sports and the game he is watching.

bla bla bla ...
nail off , in , out, suture. I leave the room, my head is spinnning.

bla bla bla...
XRAY tip seems fractured we have a call in to Ortho....Liklely do oral antibiotics in case open fracture. (Broken arm last year with open fracutre led to surgery to flush.)

...good it his right hand... he is left handed...but you use both in baseball

bla bla...
more cleaning and a suture and they ask me to leave ahead of time. Pops is with him. AJ is in no pain and is watching TV while they work. Harder on me.

Brings up thoughts of how it seems like this guy can't get a break. Yesterday sent home early from school b ecause he tripped and fell and hit his head on pavement. He is fine. But at times like this I start to log all the things that have not gone well for him, what I haven't done right by him.
no play friends really...too much TV....not enough reading. Now I am sad and crying. It is hitting me now.

Bruany is done in the other room I think. I'm heading back.

"Disney Land, where your dreams come true"

That's what the commercial says.

AJ "But that is not right. Dreams don't come true."
We were confused by this negative tone after he was in awe on the trip to DL.
"Well, when we were there I made a wish in the fountain and it didn't come true."
Ah hah.
"I wished I was invisible, and I'm not."

Sunday, April 08, 2007


I survived Easter.
Day after tomorrow, kids, Pops and I board a plane and fly off to Disneyland. Good news: father-in-law is footing the bill for the trip. But....he is also going.
Please help me to see the white light and breathe patience for all of us.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

AJ and Java

AJ loves this dog to death and I am so pleased. This will be the dog he grows up with that is his buddy.
At the moment, Java and I are off to doggie school. I had AJ exercise her so she would be tired. I hope she will not prove to be the giant dork I am afraid she will be.


There is a special on NightLine tomorrow about a middle school aged boy with Asperger's syndrome. I saw a brief clip. This very articulate boy talks about how others call(ed) him "Retard". It makes me feel sick to my stomach. Evidently, even as early as third grade (next year) kids start grouping off, really noticing differences and setting themselves apart from those with differences.
I am terrified for AJ and the future, specifically middle and high school years.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007


Ki, "Momy, Alison's Mom is fatter than you are."