Better living through chemistry
So I took Max back to the doctor for a med check/follow up. While his doctor and I talked about the amazing improvements we've seen in his school work and behavior, and how to get food in him, since the medicine makes food seem like the least important thing in the world (yet they won't give it to ME, go figure), Max sat calmly and listened. Toward the end of the visit I said, "I...don't know if you remember our last visit..." I inclined my head meaningfully toward Max, "or how different this one is?" Dr. S grinned and pushed Max's chart toward me and pointed to where he'd written, Patient is alert and cooperative. Exhibits decreased restlessness. We both sat there, smiling over the understatement that was.
Indeed, Doc. Thanks.
The wonders of the Wii
We have a Wii. And you know what? They're such a revolution in gaming. Instead of being the same old passive experience, they're practically exercise.
I mean, the physicality of it...it's truly inspiring.
Our dog is a dork
Really, she is. Her favorite thing to do these days is to go outside and roll around and waller in the grass. Except it's March, and the grass is dry and brown and dead, so she ends up coming back inside, COVERED in grass. Fortunately, we are effectively training her not to do this, because when she shows up at the door, bedecked in grass, someone goes outside with her, and brushes her. These are two of her very favorite activities in the world. Pretty much the only thing that would make that event better for her is if the neighbor's cat would come by with a steak strapped to her butt. Stupid dog is thrilled.
But no, that's not the dorkiest thing about her. She's completely neurotic. She's scared of chairs, and trimming her nails causes her to whimper and wail like you're boiling her alive. And she has this THING about bones. She likes them, the rawhide ones, but she won't let anyone see her chewing on them. You give her a bone and she'll take it in her mouth and trot off to hide somewhere and gnaw on it. If anyone else is in the room, she looks away from the bone as though it has NOTHING TO DO WITH HER.
See? I took pictures, stealth-like, around the corner.
Yummy bone, says Carmi. Nom nom nom nom.
But wait...she sees me!
Oh, hai. What? I've never seen this thing before. Want to go outside and roll in the happy grass?
Then she hopped up and licked my ear. Stupid dog.
Do you know what today is?
It's the first day of Spring!
It's Maundy Thursday!
It's...Ok, enough of the coy.
It's MY BIRTHDAY!
I am 37, a prime number, and in the prime of my life. Gifts are not required, but compliments will be graciously accepted.
*looks meaningfully at the "comment" button*