Friday, March 31, 2006

Thursday, March 30, 2006


Have you ever seen a baby dream? Zane is sleeping in my lap and every few moments his eyes flutter open to reveal that there isn't anyone at home. He is elsewhere. His eyes are rolled back, possibly to better view the show inside his mind. His fingers are stretching, reaching and exploring. He smiles in quick smirks and face-filling grins. He is dreaming of things that only babies can, forgotten and buried in memories for the rest of us. His dreams are of innocence, and he is happy. It is a wonderful thing to see.

Turning The Corner

Dare I say that it finally looks like our little sick commune is getting better? Sure, I dare. It does indeed appear that our collective ill is departing. It's about time.

Friday, March 24, 2006

My Boys Bat 1000. Each.

Congratulations Atticus & Zane, you are just so stinking cute that 2000 people have stopped by to hear (read) me wax the word poetic (and not so).

Thank you everyone for stopping by. We really appreciate your comments and emails! They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I like to think of this communion as ours. Of course every village also has an idiot and that is a shoe that fits me like a glove (but on my foot).

Thank You 2000!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

What Up Yo!


Turns out that Atticus has two ear infections, that's one per ear. Tricia has a cough and a headache. I've got Atticus-lite symptoms and wondering if I too have something banging on the ol' eardrums. Zane has such a bad cough that he screams and wheezes and his little body sounds like a pathetic rattle. This is the most disturbing, as Atticus is on antibiotics, Tricia will just tough it out, and I'll drown mine in wine and whines. Zane, however, cannot take medicine due to his being a month old and therefore must suffer. To his credit he is a trooper and saves any real opinions on his discomfort for middle of the night tirades, possibly to ensure we empathize at the appropriate level.
I expect the quarantine tent any moment now.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Roughing It

Atticus and I have been camping out. The past two nights have been spent on a bed of obnoxious springs and a lazy mattress. Tonight will be the third in a row that we've fallen asleep beside the fire, beneath a dark sky of plaster and surrounded by a forrest of creaking timber and fat, fur-shedding animals.

He is sick, and other than a couple well documented bouts with fever, it is his first real illness. I suppose that we should be thankful that we haven't had to deal with this sooner, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch a sweet boy be attacked by coughs, fever, an unforgiving stomach and an endless supply of snot. He has slept for days, probably more sleep than he has had collectively in the past few months- he's a livewire that one, usually.

Zane on the other hand, being kept at a distance and drinking the elixer of health straight from the faucet(s) on a regular basis, has managed to get by thus far with just the slightest trace of a cough. Hopefully, that will be the extent of his experience.

Our livingroom campgrounds don't need any more guests.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Thursday, March 02, 2006