Did I ever mention how much I hate vomiting? Well, I mean, who doesn't? But for me, it's like that only more so! I can't just simply vomit, which would be bad enough. But instead I have to go through sometimes hours of tossing and turning and misery

Well-- the surgery is over and I have survived it. I feel... um... how to put? NOT GOOD. The dizziness has let up though and now it's more about pain. Ben says that I look like I've been shot four times in the stomach, which is a good description I t

Isaac woke me up briefly at 4:15 a.m. and since then I've been awake due to thirst and anxiety. I listened to the very loud garbage truck, which I've complained about in the past to no effect, at about 4:45. And then at 5:00 the clock radio went off

We've come home from a week in NYC feeling like a pair of wet cats. I think that the post-vacation blues are a common affliction, but this seems more pronounced than usual. We flew out last Friday, on what we thought was the tail end of Isaac's stoma

Our little guy has a tummy bug today, which announced itself in graphic fashion this morning with a poop episode I'll leave to your vivid imaginations. Suffice to say that much laundry and two baths were required to put him and his environment to rig

Here are a few of Isaac's stock narratives, in order of frequency: 1) "Went to Science Center, Lots and Lots of Bugs there, T-Rex, comin' right at us, say ROOOAR! Have BIG ClAWS! Have BIG TEETH!" (emphasis his) 2) "Mr. Jeremy Fisher, catchin' s

Spotted recently wearing Guess? Jeans and talking on a cell phone. Playing loud music in his room--so loud that he has blown out the speakers on his little electronic piano. Dancing and clapping. TP-ing the entire house. Up at all hours. Moody. Lying