This kind of cracks me up. What a wild ride! Tiller and my favorite father-in-law in the front car, with Rollie pulling up the rear (that’s where you get the most Gs, you know?)
Kind of sad that I missed my kids’ first roller coaster ride, but I did have to be around for my little nephew to come into the world.
Kinda crappy. He’s only ten days old, Cosmos! Cut him some slack!
Rough weekend for sister and Company. Dash started throwing up his feedings (not just spitting up, but vomiting) so they called the ped and they sent them to the ER on Sat evening. They went to the ER and then they admitted him overnight.
They did an upper GI and an Ultrasound, i think. Possible culprits: cow’s milk allergy. They put him on alimentium formula for supplemental feedings, sis is still pumping like a Putnam County Dairy, and they are working on some BF issues today with the Lactation consultant. Might also be some kind of stenosis, which sounds like a blockage of some sort (no, I’m not a doctor, and neither are the three people I got this info from on the grapevine), but they can’t confirm it for a few more days, because they usually only show up at about 10 days old, so they will recheck with an ultrasound on Thursday to rule that out.
Also a possibility – reflux. They put him on the meds for that. (Forget what they are called. Doesn’t someone I know’s kid take something for reflux?)
Anyway, wanted to post an update, especially since some folks were asking how they were doing. Will keep you all posted. Baby and mom came home late last night, so the vomiting has stopped. I spent the night and took the late shift, which involved the usual newborn night activities: Changing diapers, wiping spitup, falling asleep on couch with baby on chest while watching bad 3 a.m. t.v. Just like the old days.
Lee, if you read this, i am waiting for the latest update, but didn’t want to call and wake folks.
About being a Cosmic Possum:
For cosmic possums culture is not an either- or proposition. The trick is to move into the future without letting go of the past, because if you lose your cultural identity, you have nothing to sustain you in the modern rootless world which lurches from one ephemeral trend to another.
About looking at the world in an artful way, every time I get Brian Andreas’ Storypeople Story of the Day:
This is how the Archangel Michael shows up to potato people & you’ll notice he’s the same in every way, except he’s a little rounder & he carries a flaming potato peeler
What is everyone doing for the 4th? We’re off to the Lake for the weekend, but here’s hoping everyone has a safe and fun 4th of July. Good luck to my peeps running the Peachtree!
A few pics from 4ths past . . .
Since Tiller and Rollie can’t see their new cousin for a few weeks, and Lisa bought Tiller this outfit before having the baby, Tiller felt that she needed to say thank you to Lisa through video.
Lisa, she flipped when she saw the new Hello kitty shirt. She loves it.
Also, it didn’t come up in the video, but Tiller and Rollie are completely ignoring the fact that Mark and Lisa named the baby Dash; He will always and forever be what they wanted to name him: “Monster Truck.”
As in, “Did Lisa have Monster Truck yet?” That just cracks me up.
We’ve been using M&Ms to bribe Tiller into using the potty. (I don’t want to hear the “you are going to give her an eating disorder” comments, either.) So far, it’s not working well, but I can totally use them as good-behavior-inducing after-dinner treats. I’ve been counting Weight Watcher’s points again, hoping to kick my weight loss back into gear (working out alone just doesn’t do crap for me), but when i saw the diminutive little individual bags, i thought, “Oh, I’ll just have one and count the points later.” Big mistake: Four points!!!! They are the devil.
I went into the den, turned on Jeopardy, opened the bag and dumped them out on the coffee table. I separated the M&Ms into colors, then put each color group into a little line, so that i could see how many of each color I had. Then, i ate from the colors with the most candies, until i had evened out the lines. Then, I proceeded to eat the m&ms one at a time, taking one from each color line (brown first) until they were all gone.
At some point, Tiller came in, having inhaled her M&Ms, asking for more. “Nope,” I said, “you need to go put your dishes in the sink and then go up and wash your hands.” Finishing up my own neatly-ordered portion, I realized I hadn’t heard much out of Rollie. Cleaning up my wrapper and grabbing my drink glass, I walked back into the kitchen, belting out a “Rollie, what are you doing, buddy? It’s time to clean up and hit the showers!”
“Mama, I’m not finished yet!” he yelled back.
I looked at the kitchen table and came to a screeching halt. Rollie was intently looking down at his M&Ms, all laid out neatly in piles, organized by color. I watched him for a moment.
“Rollie, what are you doing?”
“Eating my M&Ms!”
“You put them in little piles?”
“Yup.”
“By color?”
“Yup.”
“I used to do that when i was a little girl.”
“You did, mama?”
“Yeah, I did,” I said with a smile. “You come on up and get ready for a bath when you get done with the M&Ms, okay?”
“Okay, Mama,” he replied, not once taking his eyes off the little colored piles, his eyes scanning them, as he carefully picked one and popped it into his mouth.
Sometimes genetics are just downright weird. And sometimes they are kind of sweet.
I kind of thought that my brother-in-law was a really smart guy. He writes books about development languages and I think he is getting his PHd on the side, but i am not really sure, because he is modest and quiet and doesn’t really talk about it. We would not have known he published the book if my sister-in-law didn’t send us the Amazon link. Well, turns out that smart, shy, silent type brother-in-law also has a bit of a mean streak; He’s not just a genius, he is an evil genius.
He’s a Dogwood reader, and I guess he has seen the slew of nostalgic posts of late, and he decided to get in on the game. I give you to you, courtesy of my wonderful, brother-in-law:
I’m not really sure who these other people are, but sometimes there is a little collateral damage in the quest to humiliate family and friends. Life in the food web.
This one almost needs no description. I guess I took this photo (thank god for little blessings) and I am not sure how it came about, but dear lord it makes me laugh just to look at it. I still talk to Owen, Brett, Camille and Jason. No clue what happened to randy. Anyone?
Added plus to this photo is that someone brought a checkerboard pillow case. Awesome.
Awesomest part is that my parents actually kissed me goodbye and put me into a car with these people for a week. . . .
Spring Break, 1990.
Guess I should go ahead and add a link to the whole Spring Break set, for those that care.
Must go email Owen and find out if any of these shirts still exist. Or the pillowcase. Either would be awesome.
The biggest REM fan and nerdy collector I know sent me this link to archives of old Athens photos from the late 70s and early 80s – Lots of band photos, party pics, band flyers, ticket stubs, newspaper photos, and that sort of stuff. Very entertaining for those who lived in Athens, or just loved Athens music, and very time-consuming.
Click on View a Gallery to see all the different contributions. Then try not to think of what our friend the collector was doing while he clicked through the photos. . . .
UGA VI.
Unfortunately, I received this news while visiting my new nephew, whose father and grandfather (no relation to me, of course) are Gator fans. Grandfather, a haggard, bitter, and ugly old man, said, “What do they do when a bulldog dies?”
“They bury him in Sanford Stadium,” I replied.
He nodded with seeming respect. Then, deadpan: “Figured they’d sell him to a Vietnamese restaurant.”
You gotta love the tangled ties of an SEC family.
