{{-t}} I hope hugs are enough for now, there's really nothing to say in this situation that can make it better. Just that, there will always be hugs when you need them and a cushy shoulder to cry on.

{{Deena}} I haven't caught up on yesterday's posts yet, but I can see from today's comments that Aidan has been diagnosed as autistic. My heartfelt wishes go out to you. I know that you are a remarkable woman and you will handle this with much grace and love.

ION, my feet are sore. Perkins and aurelia walked my fanny off (I wish) in downtown Chicago. In desperation, I was forced to buy a pair of Pumas to put my feet out of their misery. I am officially in love with a pair of shoes, now.

Oh, -t, I'm so sorry.

They smoked in your FAC, Teppy? Color me surprised, because while most of my non-Baptist Christian friends drink, I can't think of any offhand that smoke. Though a lot of the Baptists, at least the rural Alabama ones, smoke.

They smoked like chimneys and drank like Nick and Nora Charles. They were big on saying that *real* sin issues were character issues, like selfishiness, and uncontrolled anger, and selfishness, and selfishness, and oh, did I mention selfishness?

My mother quit smoking because she got bronchitis all the time.

My last roommate was a periodic smoker, and every single time she quit, she would get bronchitis within a week after.

Also, I knew a guy who was christened "Jimmie" who got quite touchy about the number of people who asked him about his "real" name.

My Dad's name -- on his birth certificate -- is Jack. Not John. For years I didn't even know that Jack was a nickname for John (and I still don't understand the derivation, but anyway), until the day that a classmate informed me that only hillbillies would christen their son with a nickname rather than a real name.

I really kind of hated where I grew up.

I've always gone by Ginger, which is a nickname. While it's sometimes a little annoying to keep saying "Call me Ginger," it can also be useful. If someone calls and asks for Virginia, the odds are I don't want to talk to them.

I have been exceptionally productive this morning.

I have a message in to the recommended speech therapist for Aidan.
I have an appt. for all of us to tour Aidan's new pre-school.
I harangued the rebate people into giving me my denied rebate on my monitor.
I made an appt. for myself with a new therapist.
I am in the process of rescheduling Aidan's vision therapy--our Jennifer had to cancel the last visit because she had pink eye.

I think there's something else...oh, yeah, I need to do some paying work.

t- I'm so terribly sorry. This is too horrible to contemplate much less live through.

Susan- My prayers for your Father and everyone else.

Deena- Quite the rollercoaster this little one has you on! Yes Universe! We GET IT. She's a GOOD MOTHER -- now let her have some breezy fun with it for a bit, K?

Stephanie- Duh. Galadriel.

No, Trudy. Clearly, Elessar.

Arwen's last name is Undomiel.

((-t and Deena)) what everyone else has said...much comfort and strength to you.

And prayers for Susan and her family.

Oh, -t, how awful. I'm so sorry.

I would name a kid Fredrick and call him "Frodo".

I would.