Oh, Hec. That is mega frustrating. I hope they're able to recover everything!

Aimee, honey, I'm so sorry. It may or may not help if I tell you that I'm aware that I've still not dealt. DH has had such a difficult time, and I was so hyperaware of taking care of him, and of the kids, and of StY, I've just sort of shunted my own stuff aside. I can feel it pushing now, and I know in the next month or two I'm going to have to deal with purely my own stuff.

What I'm trying to say is that often, we can't deal with a loss when it happens. Sometimes it takes some time and distance, and your mom may very well be pushing this away until she's ready to deal with it. In fact, in the 50s and 60s and even later, that used to be the way doctors helped the bereaved--dope them to the eyeballs for a couple of weeks to get them through the funerary stuff, and then let them slowly come to face and deal with the reality. The theory being that time and some distance, alone, provided an emotional buffer.

Hogwash, mostly. But a lot of people seem to operate that way. Your mom may be one of them.

Sermonizing over. I love you, and I'm so sorry you're going through all this without someone physically there to support you. I hope you can feel and benefit from the invisible support, though. It's all that got me through it.

Warm hugs for Aimee and Beverly. Bless you.

Thanks, sj. I expect our computer has learned its lesson now.

Hey Beej! Before the computer died I saw your video. I was a little too distracted by the Pretty of Beej to focus on the funny, so I had to watch it twice.

We lost our first game on Saturday. Our pitchers got the yips and were walking people. We made a stirring come back and came within one run of catching them, but couldn't quite get there. Emmett had some of the walkitis, but still struck out three in his one inning. He also went 3-3 with a triple, providing about half the team's total offensive output.

In Matilda news she's comically almost able to sit up on her own. There's wobbling and toppling and then she either contendedly munches on her fist face down, or lands in your neighbor's lap and looks up with a pleased grin. Also, she rolled over for me. The sly boots has been rolling over at daycare but hiding this fact from us at home.

She and Emmett are developing their own relationship where he sings opera to her (as he imagines it) and flaps his arms around in an octopus dance. She finds these japes very amusing.

Also, she seems to have decided that breast feeding is all well and good, but what she really likes is to control her own destiny hold the bottle and look around.

BTW, I was at JoAnn Fabrics on Saturday and saw "Hello Kitty" pez dispensers.

My Dansko's ripped! I'm gonna have to take them in to be re-sewn. In the meantime, I have no idea what shoes I'll wear. They're all I've worn for about six months (besides my winter boots). So, what am I doing? Looking at Danskos on Zappos.com, 'cause they'll overnight!

I'm ridonculous sometimes.

Hey Beej! Before the computer died I saw your video. I was a little too distracted by the Pretty of Beej to focus on the funny, so I had to watch it twice.

You are the sweetest thing.

The sly boots! What a great phrase and a perfect descriptor for "Matlid-I'll take over the world, just you wait and see." And yay for the rolling over. Perhaps she was practicing at daycare so as to perfect her form. That way, she could real it stick the landing when showing off for you.

The Em-Mat visuals are warming my heart.

vw, try www.danskooutlet.com and see if there's anything there for you -- the discount will help make up for paying the expedited shipping costs!

Lunchtime!

vw, try www.danskooutlet.com and see if there's anything there for you -- the discount will help make up for paying the expedited shipping costs!

Yeah. I looked over there. Not what I was hoping for. It's ok. I'll just wear my boots or something. I'll survive. Stupid diamond shoes and their tightness.

t first world gripe

Yesterday when all I was doing was flying my hair looked fabulous. Today when I'm presenting in front of complete strangers and seeing hundreds of the independent teachers in the North it's a complete disaster. Argh!

t /first world gripe

t joins the Aimee tacklehug brigade