Thursday, March 31, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
maybe I'm wrong
about those archives
Sunday, March 27, 2005
ambitious? yes. DELUDED? definitely!
- paint the basement playroom (OK, who was I kidding? That so was not going to get done. Still, it drives me nuts that the former owners of this house felt that gray was an appropriate color for a basement. Talk about your depression chamber...)
- cut down the overgrowth from the garden that I did not get done last Fall (Who really does garden clean-up in the Fall? Isn't everybody just completely burned out with all the gardening stuff by the time cooler weather rolls around?)
mail off the donations for care packages for C.L.A.S.S.(Yes, they were asked for at the end of January, and they've just been sitting there in my laundry room since then, accusing me every time I hurried past without boxing them up and sending them on their way. If I didn't get this one done, I was going to have to give myself a swift kick.) mail off stuff for Haley(Haley's a girl waiting for a liver transplant, while simultaneously dealing with Lupus. If you've not clicked the sidebar link to hear her singing her own self-composed song Dirty Rotten Liver Blues, then you are really missing something.) finish gift for ourgood friends, Riley and Shelby and family. (This one is about halfway done, hence the halfway strikethrough.)
- take a trip to the zoo in Chicago, and maybe manage to arrange a visit with Mary and Anna and family. (This one was actually a general "during Spring Break" kind of activity. So it might still get done if Joerg decides to take a day off from research/preparing the tenure case and just have fun with us.)
finish tribute essay for donor family(Done, and I'm fairly happy with the results. Now I'm trying to find someplace to publish it for National Donate Life Month in April.)
- get everything prepared for next month's photo caption contest, again over at C.L.A.S.S. (This was a hugely fun project, although very time-consuming. Actually, I have to admit that composing the soundtrack for the slideshow movie I made to commemorate the event was the most time-consuming factor. And, really, I didn't have to do that. And, really, a different song probably would have been cuter. But, really, I worry about putting things in my University account that have even the whiff of copyright violation. So I'll either have to buy myself a public account with more space, or else continue to tinker out my own music with the prerecorded loops on GarageBand. If you're curious about the caption contest, here's the slideshow for March's event, featuring Brooke, transplanted 1 year ago. The slideshow even captures the little political tiff we liver parents had over the use of John Kerry for humorous purposes--like the rest of the country, the liver families were split on this issue.).
do laundry(should I even include this? I mean, it is actually an "every weekend" kind of thing. I guess I will because I need more things to be actually crossed off.)
Friday, March 25, 2005
Victory is Mine!
Thursday, March 24, 2005
It's Yoguriffic Around Here
just a little nugget that I want to remember...
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
It's happened. I've lost her.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Friday, March 18, 2005
Insult to Injury
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I crack myself up
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
And also, thank you!
Point of Pride
Monday, March 14, 2005
So, Rota...We meet again.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
a hard habit to break
- Temperature taken every hour. Or every 20 minutes, depending on how optimistic we're feeling.
- Long discussions of whether "low energy" is the same as "lethargic".
- And what do you mean by "low", anyway?
- Logging poop frequency.
- And its consistency.
- Long discussions of whether there's been any dietary change, med change, or inadvertent exposure to some nasty germ that will haunt our next few weeks.
- Even more discussion of the fact that said germs and viral bugs are impossible to avoid, should we wish our daughter to thrive in the social atmosphere she craves.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
holding our (collective) breath
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Attack of the Photos!
And then there's Annika, who insists on dressing like a Tropical Beach Babe, despite the occasional snow flurries outside.
- Frankie told her first joke on Tuesday. She found her sister's floppy bunny and was hugging it around the house. Suddenly a light bulb glowed above her head, and she lifted its foot to her ear like a phone and said, "'lo? 'lo?" Then she giggled like crazy.
- We finally got Annika a Medic Alert bracelet, and she's pretty pleased with it. The first couple of days, she played with it non-stop. Fidget, pull, twist, turn but she seems to have gotten used to it already.
- Annika got into the lipstick again, and chose a very becoming shade.
- On a stroll through a local store, I bent down to sniff the Easter lilies and somehow got huge globs of yellow pollen all over my nose, mouth, and most of my forehead. Bright, bright, bright yellow pollen. And, unknowing, I walked around for the rest of the morning like that. Why do I not have a picture of this? I can only blame it on the reflexive urge to wash like a obsessive-compulsive raccoon with a tasty bit of fruit upon finally glimpsing myself in the bathroom mirror at home. The really sad part is that I had even taken the time to put on makeup that morning, so I had been strutting around smiling and nodding like the Queen of Fashion with my new haircut and mascara on my lashes.
- Although I did not document my experiments in natural cosmetic wear, I did manage to capture this additional embarrassment on the same day. Having slightly burned the chicken for Frankie, or the newly picky eater who shall not eat overcooked chicken nuggets as they are just too dry thank you very much, I patiently put in a new batch for her. Which came out like this: Frankie ate yogurt for lunch.
- Annika has finally started drawing people with BODIES!!!! Previously, all her people have looked like giant egg face people, with legs attached right where the neck would be. Sometimes they had arms, sometimes not. But they always had bottoms. Always. She would carefully draw a little line right under their chins, and say, "There! There's his bottom!" So this magna-doodle picture, with a teeny-tiny body for the very first time ever, was awfully exciting. Exciting for me, anyway. But that just about sums it all up anyway, doesn't it?