Interesting article Jessica. Must look into blue blocking glasses. Brendon's bus will be picking him up at 6:40am starting Wednesday. Eeep. After a summer of reading until 4-5am and sleeping until mid-afternoon this is gonna hurt. I think he will get to school in time to eat breakfast in the cafeteria so that would be cool. GF a few blocks away has son in the same class, so our plan is to work out at 6:40 when the boys get on the bus. That is the plan, a good plan, now to see if we can keep it up.

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And has anybody heard from JZ or Hec today?

::hugs Bev::

JZ's perfectly fine. She's getting very restless, but also has that ennervated, crapped out feeling from being inside all the time. I'm going to go make her sit on the porch this morning.

We've had a nice run of visitors to keep her sane. Juliana came over for a Slings and Arrows marathon on Thursday night. JZ's friend Marta came over last night. Both of her parents have been by too. Lee and Juliana, of course, when we first got out of the hospital.

Emmett and I are going to play some tennis this morning and then probably go see a movie. This is his last week of camp. Then I've got him for the last week and a half before school starts on the 30th. Emmett is deeply bitter that school is starting in August instead after Labor Day.

Emmett has a limited menu, but enough to keep him alive. Vegetables don't go into him very often, but I try to counter that with fresh fruit and smoothies and Odwalla. Fortunately he's so freakin' active that his metabolism seems very efficient at extracting the necessary nutrients.

Have I mentioned that EM is not only NOT getting married now, but she's ended the relationship? I think I mentioned that. I haven't mentioned that she's just asked one of Emmett's coaches to go on a date. This will be...interesting. Wayne is one of Emmett's favorite coaches, and he's also the father of Emmett's close friend and teammate Jack.

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{{{Bev}}}

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Oh man, Beverly...vibing for the fever to go down, hoping that it killed off some bad stuff while leaving brain functions undamaged (moreso), and that the liquid thing gets solved. You are always in my thoughts.

What was the accident? All over trauma or specifically StE's head?

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Closed head trauma, Raq. Motorbike accident, with helmet, plus bounce.

I'm sorry. If I don't make light, I don't get through. It doesn't mean I don't know how serious it is.

The "Let them get their own corpse" story got told at F2F, and I told the "Bread or milk?" story here in Bitches the other day. We're irreverent. It's how we get through. It can seem callous to people who don't know us.

Yay for porch-sitting JZ. It's a lovely porch, it is, full of leaf-rustle and birdsong, plus the crowd excitement if there's a game on today. Good for her for taking advantage of it, and good for you for urging her to do so.

Um. That's an interesting dating arrangement, there. How does Emmett feel about it?

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We're irreverent. It's how we get through.

Amen to that. If it wasn't for my family's dry wit, I don't think any of us would have gotten through my grandfather's death.

Gram: The funniest thing happened. I tried to pay for the cremation and they said it was taken care of.

Uncle M: Wow. Imagine that.

Gram: Why did you do that?

Uncle M: Dad liked bonfires. I got him a big one. Early birthday gift.

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Oh, Beverly, I'm so sorry things are so hard. May they find and cure that infection, and may he wake up, soon. Much love to you and yours.

No nursing before dinner (we weren't).

Milk instead of water with meals,

Heh. Listen to your pedi rather than me. She knows knows medicine and Lillian. I know neither.

Re-weigh at 18 months, and if she's still off the charts, see a nutritionist.

At her last well-baby visit, before the last few rounds of illness, was she on-the-charts-but-tiny? I honestly suspect illness is the culprit and she'll catch up on her own timetable, and it's something you'll just have to ride out. They'll probably send you to the nutritionist, who will tell you what to feed her, and she won't eat it unless she wants to. And time will pass, and she'll get over her suspicious-of-food phase, but may well stay picky.

Chris is a big boy now--six--and it still took over six months for him to regain the three or four pounds, and those few pounds were painfully obvious, when absent, and he's since grown a little, so they don't look like they're all back, even though they are. My theory is he ate enough to maintain the weight he'd reached, but didn't eat quite enough to regain what he'd lost (plus the weather turned and he was much more active).

My niece was so tiny it was worrisome to the extent that her pedi ordered a sweat test for Cystic Fibrosis. I think she was 12 pounds at one year (and she started out 5lbs 13oz or so, so she was a small baby, but not ridiculously so). She'll be fourteen in December, and is busty, hippy, and a bit thick in the middle.

One way to tempt kids to eat, sometimes, is to eat (like have a snack yourself), in their presence, and don't offer them any. They'll come over and beg, and you can "reluctantly" share.

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Uncle M: Dad liked bonfires. I got him a big one. Early birthday gift.

Yes! This, exactly. (((Hugs Aimee tight))) I don't feel like such the lonely joke-cracking freak now.

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We're irreverent. It's how we get through.

Yes, yes, yes to this.

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Cindy's a sneaky mom. Those are the best kind.

Okay, I think I'm gonna go try and nap a little. Later, loves.

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