Warning: Long Whine Ahead, with a dose of TMI. Feel free to skip this entry. I was up the first half of the night with Peter, who threw up six times (the first of which tagged the comforter, the sheets, the pillow, the bedskirt, and the wall – pooling into a giant, disgusting swamp on [...]
My friend Heidi had a plaque that read “Being a mother is like being pecked to death by chickens
5-year old boy:Lindsey has a curse on me! Mom:You mean, Lindsey has a crush on you, honey. Up until a certain age, it’s about the same…
No, not by any overwhelming incident, or gift (although the gifts were amazingly generous and heartfelt, and we did have a Christmas Eve ER incident…more on that later), but speechless because of laryngitis. I felt it coming on and thought I had staved it off with a couple of days of rest and then an [...]