LJ replies!

Bed is looking like a good option for me as well, though I don't know if I will be able to sleep again just yet. In any case, sleep well, sweetie!

ETA: Perkins! Did you have a great trip? How's the packing going?

I did have a great trip. I'm in NoCal right now, but going back to LA tomorrow, which is ahead of schedule, so I have more time to pack.

Oh good. I'm so glad. It certainly sounded like you were having a good time from your updates.

I may be a little too loopy (and FAR too irreverent) for LJ at the moment. So I take it the apt is all good and official now? That is excellent good news.

Kristin, I hope you get some sleep too.

Yep, I signed the lease earlier.

I think I am heading to bed now. I hope you all get some sleep.

Hec, JZ, Emmett, and EM,

All the best to you, today. May the surgery be short, sweet, successful, and the recovery swift. May Emmett be the confident, curious little boy he always is, and know he is in good hands. May all of his parents, who love him so, be as relaxed as possible.

I do think kids take their cues from the parents. If parents are nervous and panicky, then I think kids might be less adventurous. Then again, I know some parents with daredevil kids that have a right to be nervous.

There is actually very interesting researching being done right now that is leading even more people to believe this. We watched a video on it in class a few weeks back.

Timelies!

Much ~ma headed out to Emmett and family. I have every confidence that things are going to go amazingly well, and that Emmett is going to come out with new stories to tell. May you all be calm, and may things go as absolutely well as possible.

When I think about Emmett's situation, I can't help but think about my parents and what they went through with my 13 surgeries and many hospitalizations. They always seemed to me to think it was just the most natural thing. I never got any feelings of nervousness from them. They made it just seem like another day...which always led me to believe there was nothing strange about another surgery. Some days I don't know how parents do it...I really, really don't.

That's great, vw. I mean, it's awful you had to go through that (and that they did) but great that they never made you feel they weren't confident about your surgeries.

I had my tonsils out when I was 15, I think. My father's complexion was grey. He never said or acted worried in any other way, but it was clear to me what he was thinking.

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I was in the middle of writing an email this morning, when Scott and Ben had to leave. I left the window open, walked them to the door, and kissed them goodbye.

I came back to find Christopher walking out of the den, grinning. I asked him what he did to the computer, and he said, "Sorry! SOOOORRRRRRRYYYYYY!" When I got to the PC, the window was closed, and two windows were open to regular Google.com. In the search field, he'd typed "wigglesat730and900amand1130am".

He's too smart for my own good. Once he figures out the space bar, all our internets belong to him.

Easy~slide~into~place~nose~ma to Emmett and calm~ma for the parental units.

My biggest parental freak out was when my boyfriend and I crashed a motorcycle when I was 16. My shocky state found the whole thing hysterical. My dad's dark complexion faded to the whitest I had ever seen him and he looked half his size sitting in the hospital chair. He had no clue how to respond. I put him to work feeding me because both my hands were bandaged. He seemed grateful for the busy work, which worked for me since I was starving.