Musings

Sick, Sick, and More Sick

Well, we've entered Sick Season around here. I can't remember exactly when it began. It was after Zane's birthday (2/27), but before his doctor's appt (3/6). I believe Zane got sick first, then me, then Kevin, then Caspian, then me, then Kevin, then Zane, then Kevin? Oh who knows. I just know I'm sick of it.

The upside to the sick sick sickiness is that it makes for a cuddly baby. See below.



Caspian's behavior tends to fluctuate between angel and devil. A little happy medium might be nice. But I guess, what can you expect from an 8 year old, with two homes, two families, two one-year old siblings that are not siblings themselves, a frustrated artist stay-at-home-dad, and an impending cross country move. I guess I just hope we all live through it. I might try to take him to the Shambhala Meditation Center tomorrow. Apparently, they have programs for children.

I will now paste in the text to an email I sent to my friend Erika tonight. This is how my days have been going...

So, tonight, Zane achieved the ultimate of privileges...

I was changing his diaper and noticed that he had an enlarged lymph node, which I wanted Kevin to feel.

Kevin was downstairs.

I had to wait and wait and wait.

Zane decided to get up from the waiting and stand, diaperless, at his toy basket.

This was all well and good for about 30 seconds until I saw the poo coming out of his bum.

That's right. Zane just shat on the living room rug. Zane Valerian...living the good life.
In his defense, he does have the flu.

It took me a couple of hours, but it eventually made me think of you and all the fond discussions we've had about shitting in the middle of the living room.

Ahhhh, this email is beginning to remind me of Alfred Lunt's reminisces of Helen Hayes. Do you think this email will make it into my biography someday?

t

ps--When Kevin finally came up and felt the node, he said, "Yep. It's swollen." He cleaned it up at least.