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.

...

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.

I have been trying to share this cartoon with you for days:

Hee. Excellent. (Not terns, admittedly, I'd guess guillemots. And the penguins look like auks to me. 'Course, 'penguin' was first applied to auks, so that's ok.)

So I signed up for this net thing for peace, only I must have counted Eastern Time incorrectly. Which I do all the time, it just doesn't usually have to be so up-to-the-minute Nothing like starting off your day and feeling late already. D'oh. I wish I had learned better how to shake things off as a kid. I am still learning how now and stakes are higher. I was a sensitive kid, a, and get over it is kind of not the message of Special Class, which was kind of a womb with a view,b.

That Christopher will rule the world. Mark my words.

Surgery-ma for Emmett and lots of calm-ma for all the adults in his life.

psst I would like to hear more about the brain implants.

I'll just beam what I have over to you on my mind-phone.

concentrates

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.

I had a very "What are you all freaking out about? It's just a hospital." attitude towards the whole thing.

I do think that being 8 years old and drugged to the eyeballs and still able to point out the the doctor that he was about to pull out the wrong tube (and being right, and probably saving my life in the process) may have warped my views on authority.

Gronklies!

So my folks got in last night sans incident, well, a little of the plane sitting on the tarmac for 45 minutes after arrival, due to insufficient ground crew (how the hell does that happen?), but no other incident.

They both have colds. Oh joy. Today is their running around day, getting ready for the next stage of their trip.

Now to catch up on the innernets.