Night Before Last's Pre-Bed Conversation with BC:

BC: “Mommy, who got me my blanky?”
Me: My friend Debby.
BC: Does Debby have a child?
Me: Debbie has 3 children, one of whom is your age.
BC thinks for a minute.
BC: Mommy, Debby's lucky. She has children. Sharon is lucky. She has children. You are unlucky. You have a child.
Me:Trying to hold back the tears that are forming and thankful that the room is dark. I am the luckiest because i have YOU.

This Morning's Chat with BC While in the Bathroom. Appropos of Nothing, I Might Add.

BC: Mommy, what would you do if you had a boy and a girl?
Me: I'd be fine and we'd all be happy.
BC: Mommy, what would you do if you had a girl and another girl?
Me: I'd still be fine and we'd still be all happy.
BC: Thinking. Mommy, what if you had 50-60 boys and girls? How would you get their carseats in the car?”
Me: I don't know, honey. That's a lot of kids to get in the car.
BC:Thinking again. Mommy, what if you had 50-60 kids all at the same time in your tummy?”
Me: Cracking up on the inside. Honey, I don't think that could happen. My tummy is not big enough for that!

BC is on a major baby kick. i am not pregnant, but BC seems to think i should be.

BC is also on a major death kick. last night, she asked me when she and i and her dad will die. as if i somehow possess the certain knowledge of everything. “hopefully not for a long, long time, if we all stay healthy and happy,” was all i could muster.

my little gothic obstetrician.

Which Trainspotting Character Are You?

when we last left our hero, she had one tube out of her ear and one tube still in her ear. we went to the ENT today to see whether girlfriend needed surgery to remove the one tube, which has now been in her ear for over 2.5 years. (eek.) i was already requesting library books, like “Franklin goes to the Hospital” and “Curious George Visits the Hospital,” just in case.

now girlfriend really, really does not like the ENT. ENT is excellent, you should know, but he doesn't exactly always have the best bedside manner with little people – ironic considering his specialty is pediatric otolaryngology. but today, the moon and stars were aligning, and he was nice. last time, she would not open her mouth for ENT to look at her huge tonsil. and she barely was willing to let him look in her ear. in short, during our last visit, she had a meltdown in the office to beat the band.

enter uncle howie. girlfriend told me that when we last visited, he said what a big girl she was and how wonderfully she opened her mouth and let him look in her mouth and ears, and how he wished all of his patients were so brave. so when we went to ENT, she let him look in her ears, just like uncle howie does. and when ENT asked her to open her mouth wide, she did it, just like she would for uncle howie. when ENT asked “is uncle howie a doctor?” i said yep, he is in family practice, and he doesn't think anything needs to happen with her tonsils. and ENT smiled and said “that uncle howie is a smart guy. i agree with him.”

ENT also noted that the tube is now barely hanging on in her ear. rather than put her under anesthesia, he would prefer to wait another 4 months to see whether it will continue on its course out of her ear. he said there is always a risk to her hearing when the tube remains in there, but you have to balance that with the risk of putting her under. he would prefer to not do surgery unless he really has to. so two days after xmas, we go back. yippee.

the news of the day. special thanks to uncle howie, who apparently is helping kira think that doctors are actually nice 🙂 if only all doctors were like uncle howie and all nurses were like aunt karin, it would make my job as a mom a little easier. ::sigh::

music radio wabc

my brother showed me this link once, and now i am addicted. anyone who is my age who grew up in the NY metro area will remember WABC, the annoying little yellow musical note that was on bumperstickers, etc, and all the wacky DJs. this site also has the jingles that are still stuck in my head.

Dan-In-gram SHOW!!!

you know you are a mom of a preschool girl when…

you reach into your purse to pull out your wallet to pay for your home despot purchases, only to pull out the back-up pair of your daughter's Barbie underpants instead.

…and in the process, i have just decided. the most perfect single of the rock 'n roll era is…

“jumping jack flash” by the rolling stones.

see, don't you feel better knowing that now?

i didn't say it was the perfect “pop” single. but all around, i would have to say that this song has just about everything going for it. amazing licks by the probably heroin-saturated keith richards (i think that was what he was up to by that time), peppy lyrics that don't necessarily mean anything but sound amazing together by former london school of economic scholarl mick jagger, a baseline that moves in all sorts of exciting directions, and harmonies that just pound you in your gut. i mean, when they sing “well it's all—right—NOW!” – when they hit the word “now,” then i truly understand the real meaning of the term harmonic convergence.

and its got a good beat and you can dance to it.

i just read a most horrifying headline. justin timberlake, one-time britney spears boyfriend and pop star formerly part of nsync, will have to remain on earth if he doesn't pay up for his space travel. let's all send in money to send this boytoy into orbit and hope that hal is at the controls.

the preliminary report on my big brother is that the few cells they looked at yesterday look ok. no word yet on a final report or whether they will want to excise that mass anyway.

just so you know.

we saw the movie spiderman last night. it was really more fun than i thought it would be. yet another argument for not letting me always pick the date-night movie.

What
kind of LJer are you?

my big brother is having a biopsy today. on friday, he showed me this big ol' mass in his neck. apparently, they are doing a needle biopsy on his carotid node. i called him a copycat. told him that just because i had a biopsy doesn't mean he has to go and do it, too. neener neener.

even if it is a benign thingy, they might opt at some point to take it out. if they do, apparently, one major nerve runs through that — the one that controls half of his face. hopefully, these people know what they are doing. my brother is a pretty happy guy, and i would be sad if i never saw him smile again.

usually, he doesn't worry about anything. he's a doctor, and guess he has to pick and choose his fears. but he didn't laugh at any of my jokes. none. and i knew some of them had to be funny. he is quite concerned about all of this.

and when he is scared, you know you should be screamingly alarmed.

please put in a good word with your respective dieties on this one. please.