my baby has migraines

It is a life sentence but not deadly. He gets it honest. He is just like his daddy. (sigh) In most ways, that's a good thing. Not this time.

There'll be no MRI. And it's not a tumah. (Thank you, Ahnold.)

The doc was good. Articulate, definitive, thorough, kind. He told us what we expected and wanted to hear. Still, it is good to hear it from an edjumicated medical professional.

Glad that it is over, but it has only just begun. Sorry 'bout your life of hard knocks, kid. Something tells me you got the gumption it takes to carry it.


Hey, if you can't use this as a forum for gratuitous pictures of your kids, then what's a blog for anyway?

this little light of mine

This was a week for the record books.

This one told me he loved me. That doesn't happen very often. I know well enough to pay attention.


This one told me he loved me. He does that every day. And he always gives a bear hug and a kiss as accompaniment.


This one told me he loved me. And he always tells it like it is. As a matter of fact, he and his little brother ran up to me and hugged me simultaneously. I could have died happy on the spot.


This one told me she loved me. And I melted. Like buttah.


This one told me he loved me. And I hang on every word he says.


This one ran up to me and hugged my leg. I know what he meant.


It's good to be me.