That last post needs to be archived, I think. Too depressing. Until I have time to write a proper entry of sorts, please enjoy:

It’s still real to me, dammit!

(Later)

Lately Riley has been sitting upright or kneeling in his crib when I go in to get him. This morning he looked particularly cute, his little face peeping up over the jail-bars like a curious raccoon, and I wanted to take a photo but by the time I’d located the camera, unplugged it from the computer, and found a new battery for the flash he looked like this:

704_crying.jpg

Is that not the most pitiful sight you ever saw in your entire life? Man.

The boy has been rather piteous the last 24 hours; his daycare called me yesterday afternoon (giving me a non-insignificant CARDIAC EVENT) to let me know he was running a fever. I about broke every damn traffic law in Washington getting there, and took him home where he whimpered for the rest of the day. He’s eating like a champ and shows no signs of illness other than the fever and general cantankerousness, and his slobbering has gone into overdrive, so my suspicion is that Tusk Number Five is making its unwanted debut. You know, those baby books and websites all say that fevers and teething aren’t related, but my personal experience has sure been otherwise.

I rocked him to sleep last night for the first time in months. Normally he just doesn’t tolerate being held for that long, but in his discomfort he burrowed into me and clung like a marsupial, and I walked with him and rocked him and sang his favorite sleeptime whisper-song in his warm ear:

One little two little three little suctopuses
Four little five little six little suctopuses
Seven little eight little nine little suctopuses
Ten little suctopus boys…

Poor, poor kid. I think he’s on the mend, although JB has the honor of staying home with him today. This seems only fair, as JB will be backpacking for THREE DAYS with his brother, leaving me to a thrilling weekend of solo diaper duty. I believe the man will owe me a lengthy, expensive spa pedicure upon his return.

:::

More random links:

• The lost Mac ads

• Either a humorous sketch or the world’s most cringeworthy interview

• Awesome: a list of problems solved by MacGyver

Files are not for sharing

FEAR OF PICKLES! (Thanks Jolene!)

Comments

23 Responses to “Placeholder”

  1. Jane on July 12th, 2006 8:19 am

    Wow, that was weird. I just read your last post when my screen froze and I had to refresh. Then it disappeared! You’re sneaky–but don’t worry, I went back and finished it.

    By the way, that video is hysterrrrrical!

  2. Ang on July 12th, 2006 8:27 am

    I felt a little guilty for laughing at that video. But, ohmygod, it was funny!

  3. omuchacha on July 12th, 2006 9:02 am

    Having just spent last night at a WWE Wrestling show with my husband and his friend (it was my husband’s father’s day gift from our 8 month old son) let me just say this: I have never, ever been somewhere with more guys who have no hope of ever getting a date in their lives.

    (Let’s clarify, I was there because otherwise a $60 ticket would have been wasted, and no sober-cab would have been available.)

    That video hits a little too close to home.

  4. Joanne on July 12th, 2006 10:06 am

    God I have been thinking about that post all morning. I read it when I was giving my boy his breakfast and cried and cried. It was beautifully written, as usual, but I’m glad it’s gone!

  5. Laurie on July 12th, 2006 11:20 am

    I saw that post earlier this morning and I have to admit that I have had similar thoughts and worries and fears. I am a worrier by nature. My hubby often tells me to give him my worries and he’ll worry for me – to help me feel better. Although it was a sad post and probably as hard to write as it was to read it – it made me feel better to know that this crosses other people’s minds time to time. Thank you. Oh and your son is adorable and I have been meaning to comment for a bit now – have been lurking for a few weeks. Thanks for the honest post and lovely blog.

  6. bethy on July 12th, 2006 11:51 am

    LOL at this post. You have such a kind soul.

    The previous “post-which-shall-not-be-named” was disturbing… but in a way that everyone has experienced, mothers especially. I should like to think that I have felt that sort of deep terror over the thought of losing my husband. The idea that there is a terror deeper and more visceral than that is horrifying to me.

    But you, seriously, are the best. It was a well-written post, but you are so thoughtful for forcing us all to move on to other things.

    Love the video!

  7. Mona on July 12th, 2006 12:37 pm

    Thanks for posting that video and those awesome links. My son had his shots the other day and this is exactly what I needed given the savage beast my baby has become.

  8. angela on July 12th, 2006 1:05 pm

    suctopi? i dunno. conjugation is not my strongpoint.

  9. Gentry on July 12th, 2006 2:36 pm

    How did the pickle episode end? God I hope they dunked her in a vat of them.

  10. jen on July 12th, 2006 3:37 pm

    you know.. i was thinking about that exact thing the other day and I have NO idea why or where it came from?

    I don’t think I even finished the post lol.

  11. Sara on July 12th, 2006 4:17 pm

    Everytime L. has gotten a tooth (or teeth) she’s had a fever and a coughing/lung issues type of cold. I know they are related, and the MD and ND have both confirmed this. She’s also had a number of ear infections due to teething. Thank god she’s on her last molar. Poor baby, it really does suck…for you too.
    And about that last entry — I can totally relate. I think it’s a part of every parent’s consciousness, really. It’s just that some of us think about the darkness more.

  12. Mika on July 12th, 2006 5:39 pm

    Oh, that weird cringeworthy interview happened to be in Dutch (which I speak, though I live in Boston so don’t know if that was a real interview or a sketch). I can’t figure out if it’s real either. But the gist of it is the man is interviewing people who have had bad things happen to them during surgery. The interviewer really closes control towards the end (more than he has already) when the woman in the wheelchair says their sex life has gone down hill because sex is also about hearing loving words. Which of course now also gives me the horrible mental picture of the high talker whispering loving words.

  13. canknitian on July 12th, 2006 6:49 pm

    There’s a rough transcript of an interview here…with comments from the host himself about the situation, aftermath, etc.

    http://forum.gorillamask.net/archive/index.php/t-27176.html

    True or not, I laughed my butt off.

  14. robin j. on July 12th, 2006 8:21 pm

    I don’t know. I wish you’d kept that entry up. I went through some serious grief and one of the things that made it even more difficult was living in this society where people are uncomfortable talking about things like that. When I read it this morning and I thought it was great that you were.

  15. robin j. on July 12th, 2006 8:26 pm

    – and

  16. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:41 am

    I LIKE MEATBALLS WITH GRAVY,ALSO I THINK THAT THE ECONOMY IS IMPROVING

  17. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:43 am

    YUMMY IN MY TUMMY

  18. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:43 am

    I LIKE THE BUCKS

  19. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:43 am

    MOTHER PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME THERE

  20. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:44 am

    NO MOMMY PLEASE IM SORRY I PROMISE ILL BE A GOOD BOY

  21. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:44 am

    STOP IT MOMMY

  22. CHI WAENG TINGLE on September 22nd, 2010 5:45 am

    I LIKE POTATO CHIPS

  23. asics gel blur 33 on February 23rd, 2015 8:32 am

    asics gel blur 33…

    You really make it appear so easy together with your presentation however I to find this topic to be actually one thing which I believe I might by no means understand. It seems too complicated and very broad for me. I’m having a look forward on your n…

Leave a Reply