April 2009 Archives

My father died 5,111 days ago today.

            He had been sick for a year, from what his fellow doctors first diagnosed as brain cancer which was actually lung cancer that had metastasized to his brain. When he heard the disease was in his head, he was actually relieved.

            "It's not lung cancer," he reported with some glee, because as a lifelong Winston smoker he wanted to be able to say all those cigarettes didn't hurt him one bit. Life is funny that way.

           

It's time to get off the computer and pay more attention to your child when his conversation is peppered with commercial jingles.

Given a second helping of dinner last night, Wonder Boy beamed and sing-songed: "More, more, more, Morongo!" (This, gleaned from the times Papa watches Laker games. "Let's go Lakers let's go," is another favorite chant.)

And this morning, after a successful trip to the potty, he flushed and announced: "Kaboom! And the stain is gone!"

Bad mommy.

See you all later! Intervention time!

Maybe turning 40 (in two days) is really bothering me, but being pregnant kinda pushes all that anxiety away. But yesterday was one of those days that makes Moms reach a glass of red wine at the end of the day.