Oh Ginger- you deserved so much better.

I spent some time today at COMM, and saw this: Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) "Coffee On My Monitor Again" Aug 5, 2009 1:49:13 am PDT

I'm not a religious person, but I kindda want this to be true right now. Gives me something to look forward to.

Thanks, Shir. I fell down the rabbit hole od reading COMM too. Definitely balm to my aching heart.

Fuck cancer indeed, and another round of fuck those bad apple medical professionals that make being sick more difficult. I saw the news in the middle of the night when feeding ltc, but I couldn't find any words.

My arm is much better today, less red and a little less painful. So, one of the medications seems to be working.

And this morning ltc learned to flip over from her back to her stomach!

And this morning ltc learned to flip over from her back to her stomach!

Stop her now! Before you know it there will be crawling, and walking, then Running! Hard to keep up with them in that whole running stage.

Also, isn't it wonderful to see that look of joy at the accomplishment. So cool.

Stop her now! Before you know it there will be crawling, and walking, then Running! Hard to keep up with them in that whole running stage.

Yeah, I know this is a big worry for TCG that me with my disability won't be able to keep up with a runner. I don't know what to say to reassure him. I would like to pause time for a bit. My baby is getting so big already. How does this happen so fast?

That reminds me of a friend of mine when I was a kid. She had 4 siblings and both her parents were deaf. I stayed over at her house frequently and it was the noisiest house you can imagine, and at night the kids would yell back and forth to each other. Kids adapt and parents adapt. There is no parent out there no matter what their physical condition that doesn't have the kid duck under the clothes rack in Target. And we get annoyed with them and threaten to never take them to the store again and so forth, then they get past that stage.

I remember clearly my mom saying she was never going to take us shopping again. I was an adult by the time I figured out that she wasn't about to leave us home alone!

As for you and TCG, sure we worry, about nutrition, about education, about friends, and a bunch of other stuff. But worry is a completely wasted emotion. It neither changes or helps anything. Just take it one day at a time and you'll figure it out. ltc only really needs love and she has that in abundance.

Laura is wise.

Puffs out chest! That means a lot coming from Scrappy the Wise!

Running child! omg. ltc can't possibly be harder to handle than my friend's son was. When he was two/three, he was a Runner. Whenever he was out of the house, the moment his feet touched the ground, he'd run. Like a cheetah. On fire. He wasn't trying to run away, he just had to Be Free, or something. If he was confined to a stroller, he'd scream and struggle until he hurt himself or passed out. They couldn't catch him or hold onto him (and they're both big strong super-healthy Viking folks; the kid was greased lightning), and they were terrified he was going to run into traffic or disappear. So they bought this backpack thing that had a leash inside it, and the kid would let them put the backpack on because he was used to wearing backpacks to daycare anyway, and he never seemed to associate the backpack with suddenly not being able to run very far anymore. They got a lot of dirty looks from nosy strangers for having their kid on a leash, but that's better than having your feral kid run into traffic. He grew out of it, of course, and is now seven and mostly sane and not reckless. Mostly; there was the bicycle incident. So basically, yeah, it doesn't take a disability to not be able to keep up with a speedy little kid.