My children are eating lunch at school this year, which is something new. Last year we picked them up at school and had to make a decision if we were going home for lunch or going out. This year I think without a doubt, I prefer the children having lunches at school. We have an opportunity to pack a healthy lunch and snack for them each day and they have an enjoyable meal with their friends and teachers.
Getting the whole lunch making process down has taken a little time to get up to speed on though. First, what should they take to school? I’m asking them to be a part of the lunch making process, but that doesn’t mean they get to pack their lunch boxes with candy and ice cream. Based on some observation and advice from other parents, I purchased zippered lunch boxes for each of the children and then got some small plastic containers of varying sizes to pack the components of their lunch into.
The children are getting good at helping pack the fruit and vegetable section of their lunch boxes. They get choices (from me) and then decide if they want more grapes or celery or carrots, for instance. They have a “crunchy” container as I’ve named it that can be packed with things like pretzels, veggie straws, etc. Then there is their favorite container, the smallest, that fits just about four animal crackers or other dessert item.
The main container is for a sandwich commonly. They’ve recently been liking ham and cheese rollups but we’ve sent in sandwich halves, pasta or even left over pizza from meals out. If the items they pick our are small enough, we can add in a string cheese or a yogurt. Overall, the goal is to pack the amount of lunch they’ll be hungry for, and no more. I’ve started getting closer to the right amount of food recently as their lunch boxes are coming home empty.
I enjoy working with them to get their lunches prepared the night before, having them ready in the refrigerator in the morning. I’ve heard other families put the lunches together in the mornings. I wouldn’t want the added rush of making a meal in addition to our regular morning meal. Making lunches at night has been fun for all of us.
The Big Boy Update: My son got his lip busted open today. It was a complete accident by his friend who was running up to give him a big hug when his head got in the way of my son’s lip. It was bleeding a good bit and my son was saying some rather unkind things about Malcolm and how he was never going to play with him again. His lip was puffed up tonight, but is looking fine. My son told dad this evening he was not nice in the words he said to Malcolm. I’m glad he was able to reflect on what happened.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: The steroids are having an effect on my daughter. She has amped up her hunger level and if you don’t bring food in time, boy, you might be in for some words from her. Her temper is much shorter and her anger level is much more intense. Other than that, her vision appears to be about the same. It’s going to be hard to tell until she’s off the dilation drops.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
How Often Do You Butch?
Today’s topic isn’t about my daughter’s eyes. This is largely in part because she seems to be stable or possibly improving in what she can see. We were at a birthday party today at a farm and she was able to move around people, obstacles and even pumpkins in a pumpkin patch with ease. It’s almost as if she can see normally. But then something happens that makes you question that observation. She was in a group of people and couldn’t find me because she couldn’t hear me talking (I was eating an apple.) Someone had to walk her over to where I was. It’s a big mystery what she can and can’t see because she doesn’t want to talk about it and is getting more aware of subtle, vision-based questions we’re asking her.
Now, back to my normally scheduled, never predictable, random blog post topic for the day…
I was in the kitchen the other day with some clementine oranges that had gone past their prime. They weren’t peeling well and I didn’t want to send them to school with the children. They did though have plenty of juice in them if squeezed, I thought. I got out a cutting mat and looked at the big block of knives, trying to decide which one to use to cut the oranges with.
I pulled out several and then decided on the butcher’s knife. I decided on that knife for no good reason other than I didn’t think the knife ever got used and it was high time it was put to use for something. My husband walked in as I was trying to balance a little orange against a huge knife. He heard me say, “this knife really isn’t good for this job.” He tried to be helpful, explaining which knife I should have used (he does know his knives) to which I called out, “I know which knife to use, I just wanted to get some sort of use out of this butcher knife.” He said something about using it and I said, “how often do you butch?” to which he replied “oh, only about once a year.”
The moral of the story is that butcher’s knives are terrible at cutting up small oranges. The other moral to the story is we didn’t need to get a butchers knife, seeing as we rarely butch in our house.
The Big Boy Update: My son was playing in the hay barn at a farm birthday party today. He was having a tremendous amount of fun with some of his classmates from school who were also at the party. He cried out, “I am the master of hay!” Grandpa tried to get him to leave to try some of the other activities at the farm but he was having none of it, saying, “I don’t want to leave; I’m burning a lot of calories.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was talking about her birthday party coming up in November. We asked her where she’d like to have her party. She told us, “somewhere up North.”
Fitness Update: In preparation for the marathon in November we ran twenty miles today. We talked about it at the end and think we could have done the 26.2 miles if we had more hydration and some Gu packets. I’m a bit tired now, after spending a lot of the day at an outdoor birthday party at a farm. I’ll sleep well tonight.
Now, back to my normally scheduled, never predictable, random blog post topic for the day…
I was in the kitchen the other day with some clementine oranges that had gone past their prime. They weren’t peeling well and I didn’t want to send them to school with the children. They did though have plenty of juice in them if squeezed, I thought. I got out a cutting mat and looked at the big block of knives, trying to decide which one to use to cut the oranges with.
I pulled out several and then decided on the butcher’s knife. I decided on that knife for no good reason other than I didn’t think the knife ever got used and it was high time it was put to use for something. My husband walked in as I was trying to balance a little orange against a huge knife. He heard me say, “this knife really isn’t good for this job.” He tried to be helpful, explaining which knife I should have used (he does know his knives) to which I called out, “I know which knife to use, I just wanted to get some sort of use out of this butcher knife.” He said something about using it and I said, “how often do you butch?” to which he replied “oh, only about once a year.”
The moral of the story is that butcher’s knives are terrible at cutting up small oranges. The other moral to the story is we didn’t need to get a butchers knife, seeing as we rarely butch in our house.
The Big Boy Update: My son was playing in the hay barn at a farm birthday party today. He was having a tremendous amount of fun with some of his classmates from school who were also at the party. He cried out, “I am the master of hay!” Grandpa tried to get him to leave to try some of the other activities at the farm but he was having none of it, saying, “I don’t want to leave; I’m burning a lot of calories.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was talking about her birthday party coming up in November. We asked her where she’d like to have her party. She told us, “somewhere up North.”
Fitness Update: In preparation for the marathon in November we ran twenty miles today. We talked about it at the end and think we could have done the 26.2 miles if we had more hydration and some Gu packets. I’m a bit tired now, after spending a lot of the day at an outdoor birthday party at a farm. I’ll sleep well tonight.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Back to Blue?
I don’t have much new to report about my daughter’s eyes today other than to say if you were around her and didn’t know she was visually impaired right now, you wouldn’t know. She got her helmet on by herself, pulled her balance bike out of the driveway and then biked up and down the street, stopping in time, just in front of us as she biked past. She did this again and again, and even I wondered if she had her full visual capabilities she was so aware of her surroundings.
But one question about what you’re holding in your hand or can she tell you where the dog is in the yard and you realize very quickly she has no ability to discern details eighteen inches away. Her ability to navigate in her environment and accommodate to her vision changes has been impressive. She knows she can’t see well, but she’s working through it.
I’ve talked about the future for her vision and how there is no indication that as of today we can’t get her vision back. However, I have been warned about one thing, and that is the appearance of her eyes. When we noticed a change in her pupils two-and-a-half weeks ago, it was the start of some significant changes in the appearance of her eyes.
Today, her pupils are not round. The left eye pupil is not completely dilated, even with the dilation drops. Her right eye is almost completely dilated, but what we can see isn’t round. The other change is the color. Her eyes were a light blue before, now they’re a drab grey with a hint of blue.
Two eye doctors have told us the least of their concerns is the visual appearance of her eyes and that her visual ability is what they’re most concerned about. We agree completely. But, they’ve warned us, what has happened has caused scaring in her eyes and we may need to be prepared for her eyes to never be blue again and her pupils may not return to circular. They may not fully dilate either.
It’s so hard to tell right now because of the dilation drops and the irritation in her eyes due to the drops and injections they’ve given her. Her eyes have also been irritated in part from the retractors used to evaluate her eyes. She’s not been bothered by any of it, which has been a good thing.
The Big Boy Update: My son told us the other day (out of the blue) that he wanted for his birthday a chocolate warrior cake. His birthday is in December. It would seem he’s planning ahead.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has decided when you’re in a large, open lobby in a building you need to be quiet. She will shush you. telling you to be quiet. I wonder if it’s because she’s more aware of sound and she can’t see the open space, but she can hear it?
Fitness Update: Five miles running this morning. That’s it. Nothing else exciting happening.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Anterior Segment Dysgenesis
Yesterday I wrote about the current situation with my daughter’s eyes and the state of her vision. I realized when I went to bed that I’d forgotten one. To explain, let me go back in time. When my daughter had her three-year-old wellness checkup she failed her eye exam. We weren’t particularly concerned because she wasn’t that interested in looking at the pictures on the wall or answering the questions from the nurse. Later in the year, our school was visited by the Prevent Blindness group from our state. She failed their test as well, so we decided to have her evaluated by an eye doctor.
It took a few months to get in to see the highly recommended doctor we selected, but we weren’t overly concerned. Yes, my daughter seemed to like to sit close to things, but she had no issues seeing.
When we had our appointment, Dr. Grace had a challenging time seeing what was happening in my daughter’s eyes. She suggested an evaluation under anesthesia to learn more about her eyes. On March 18th of this year we did just that. I’m very glad we did, because it showed her eyes were normal with two exceptions and definitely didn’t show any indication of the issues she’s having today. The first is that she has somewhat smaller eyes. You know how these things go though, there’s a spectrum of sizes and my daughter is on the smaller side although her eyes look normal visually. The name for this is Micropthalmia. There are increased risks, but it’s not a big factor in anything she has today from what we’ve been told.
The second thing they discovered she has is Anterior Segment Dysgenesis. Fancy term but it can be broken down to mean something that happened during her development in the front of her eye. That term is broad though, and can mean lots of things didn’t go just right in the front of her eyes. In our daughter’s case, some vessels are present across her field of vision. Here’s a picture of one of her eyes from the March 18th evaluation. The eye looks a little strange, but that’s just the angle, it’s all normal. The thing you want to look for is the curtain of vessels inside the iris on the lower half of the eye. Both eyes have this.
What does this mean? It means we don’t quite know how she sees the world. She was seeing 20/20 up close and 20/50 on March 18th, so it wasn’t impeding on her vision too much.
Our hope is we can get her vision back to what it was on March 18th. So far there are no indications we can’t, but there is a lot of healing and reduction in inflammation that needs to happen in order to get there.
The Big Boy Update: We have never explained to my son that someone is “Indian” or “black.” We have a lot of diversity in our neighborhood and school. Yesterday my son was telling me how he had lunch with Keira. I told him Keira didn’t go to his school, but he persisted. Finally he said, “the DARK Keira mom!” Then I realized, we have a new African American family this year that has a daughter named Keira. His description was just what I needed to know.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: We went to another doctor’s appointment today and had to use multiple elevators to get there. My daughter suddenly exclaimed, “that’s the elevator’s mouth!” as one of them closed. She was excited about the rest of the elevators during the day, telling me as their “mouths” opened and closed.
Fitness Update: I ran to school to pick up the children today. It was a nice six mile run through the park, on the greenway, through the art museum property and then over the highway on the pedestrian bridge to get to school. I met Nana in the car in pickup line to get the children just in time.
It took a few months to get in to see the highly recommended doctor we selected, but we weren’t overly concerned. Yes, my daughter seemed to like to sit close to things, but she had no issues seeing.
When we had our appointment, Dr. Grace had a challenging time seeing what was happening in my daughter’s eyes. She suggested an evaluation under anesthesia to learn more about her eyes. On March 18th of this year we did just that. I’m very glad we did, because it showed her eyes were normal with two exceptions and definitely didn’t show any indication of the issues she’s having today. The first is that she has somewhat smaller eyes. You know how these things go though, there’s a spectrum of sizes and my daughter is on the smaller side although her eyes look normal visually. The name for this is Micropthalmia. There are increased risks, but it’s not a big factor in anything she has today from what we’ve been told.
The second thing they discovered she has is Anterior Segment Dysgenesis. Fancy term but it can be broken down to mean something that happened during her development in the front of her eye. That term is broad though, and can mean lots of things didn’t go just right in the front of her eyes. In our daughter’s case, some vessels are present across her field of vision. Here’s a picture of one of her eyes from the March 18th evaluation. The eye looks a little strange, but that’s just the angle, it’s all normal. The thing you want to look for is the curtain of vessels inside the iris on the lower half of the eye. Both eyes have this.
What does this mean? It means we don’t quite know how she sees the world. She was seeing 20/20 up close and 20/50 on March 18th, so it wasn’t impeding on her vision too much.
Our hope is we can get her vision back to what it was on March 18th. So far there are no indications we can’t, but there is a lot of healing and reduction in inflammation that needs to happen in order to get there.
The Big Boy Update: We have never explained to my son that someone is “Indian” or “black.” We have a lot of diversity in our neighborhood and school. Yesterday my son was telling me how he had lunch with Keira. I told him Keira didn’t go to his school, but he persisted. Finally he said, “the DARK Keira mom!” Then I realized, we have a new African American family this year that has a daughter named Keira. His description was just what I needed to know.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: We went to another doctor’s appointment today and had to use multiple elevators to get there. My daughter suddenly exclaimed, “that’s the elevator’s mouth!” as one of them closed. She was excited about the rest of the elevators during the day, telling me as their “mouths” opened and closed.
Fitness Update: I ran to school to pick up the children today. It was a nice six mile run through the park, on the greenway, through the art museum property and then over the highway on the pedestrian bridge to get to school. I met Nana in the car in pickup line to get the children just in time.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
The Cascading Eye Effect
Tonight’s post is an attempt to explain the series of events that have led my daughter to her current state of ocular affairs—otherwise known as “she can’t see crap.” And just so we’re all on the same page here, the only way I’m dealing with this without becoming a completely depressive, blubbering mess is to treat it with humor, positive attitude and an immense amount of thankfulness and gratitude to those around me who are helping my daughter, and by extension my husband and me in our understanding of what’s going on.
So now, based on a commitment in last night’s blog post when I was too tired to finish writing up my thoughts, I committed to explaining what’s going on in my daughter’s eyes. I thought I knew last week, but I was wrong (well, many of us were at that point.) My understanding has evolved now, but I have the most menial sense of confidence that I’m getting it all right. So if I spell medical words wrong or put components of the eye in an entirely different area of the body, it’s me getting up to speed on the whole medical eye realm.
The prevailing thought in what’s happening to my daughter’s eyes is that everything started with inflammation. The cause for that inflammation is the problem no one’s been able to solve. Rheumatology is driving her case at this point, but as test after test come back normal or negative for inflammatory and autoimmune causes, we’re still at a big zero on the inciting event/cause front.
Inflammation can be a bitch. Here’s what the doctors speculate happened (but not necessarily in this order):
1) Inflammation —> low blood flow —> aberrant vessels growth anterior to the eye
So now, based on a commitment in last night’s blog post when I was too tired to finish writing up my thoughts, I committed to explaining what’s going on in my daughter’s eyes. I thought I knew last week, but I was wrong (well, many of us were at that point.) My understanding has evolved now, but I have the most menial sense of confidence that I’m getting it all right. So if I spell medical words wrong or put components of the eye in an entirely different area of the body, it’s me getting up to speed on the whole medical eye realm.
The prevailing thought in what’s happening to my daughter’s eyes is that everything started with inflammation. The cause for that inflammation is the problem no one’s been able to solve. Rheumatology is driving her case at this point, but as test after test come back normal or negative for inflammatory and autoimmune causes, we’re still at a big zero on the inciting event/cause front.
Inflammation can be a bitch. Here’s what the doctors speculate happened (but not necessarily in this order):
1) Inflammation —> low blood flow —> aberrant vessels growth anterior to the eye
- Some inciting event or agent caused the vessels in the eye to be inflamed.
- The inflammation constricted or restricted blood flow to the eyes.
- The nerves in the eyes sent messages to have new vessel growth to combat the low perfusion
- New blood vessels are grown in the anterior portion of the eyes, near and around the drainage region
- Inflammation and lack of blood flow cause fluid to build up behind the retina, causing serous retinal detachment
3) Retinal Detachment —> aberrant vessel growth anterior to the eye
- Low blood flow causes retinal detachment which in turn sends messages to grow additional vessels in the eye
I said in last night’s post I was going to put up a picture of an eye and point to things with my virtual finger, letting you know where all these things were happening. Here’s a diagram of an eye:
The fluid buildup is behind the very large “retina” which covers the right two-thirds of this picture. Is the fluid in only one place? Is it moving around as my daughter changes positions? We’re not altogether sure. The fluid buildup from a serous retinal detachment drains to the Choriod layer, but for some reason isn’t being pumped out like it normally is. The current suspect: inflammation.
The aberrant vessels have grown not in the back of the eye, but in the anterior portion of the eye, close to the drainage region which is a three-dimensional area close to the Schlemm’s canal. This isn’t one or two or three vessels, but a large network of itty bitty, teeny tiny blood vessels she doesn’t need. Hopefully the Avastin they injected into her eyes yesterday to combat the growth of the vessels will be helpful.
So for now, inflammation is the enemy. We will know more in two weeks. Hopefully prior to that the fluid will reduce some behind her retinas, but to be fair, healing from this type of retinal detachment commonly takes weeks or longer to recover from.
The Big Boy Update: My son wore his rain boots to school today. He insisted on doing so because our weather station (which is notoriously inaccurate) said rain. For dinner in the eighty-four degree weather, he wore his rain boots again and this time wore his warm rain jacket. He has utmost faith in our weather station it would appear. Funny enough, a brief bit of rain happened while we were at dinner, although it was so quick, we only knew because cars were wet when we left the restaurant.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter decided to wear her rain boots to school. Her old ones were too small so I had her pick some new ones out online. She wore them today and told me when she got home about her friends who told her they liked her new boots. My son told us that, “everyone likes her new rain boots.”
Fitness Update: I went to the fitness room today and tried out just doing some free weights, being mindful of form and careful of injury. I have no aspirations for big muscles, only toned ones. Therefore, I don’t mind one bit if I use the lowest weights on the rack, as long as they work for me.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
No Bad News Is Good News
Today was a long day at the hospital for a procedure with my daughter in which she was sedated so a team of doctors could look at her eyes. At the end of the day my daughter finally got to eat, which was the best part of the whole experience for her because she was so hungry and for me because she had been talking about food for over five hours. She literally crammed as much bread as she could get into her mouth and only after doing so did she realize she couldn’t chew or swallow without removing some. Anesthesia will do that to you though.
As an aside here, I can’t begin to thank those of you who have contacted us with ideas and references. Of particular note, through a neighbor, I found out we have a retina surgeon and specialist just a few streets over. She heard about my daughter’s case and called me on Labor Day evening to talk to me, ask questions, give advice and most importantly, give us some hope. The outpouring of support has been tremendous from so many people. Thanks to everyone.
But I gush. Let’s get back on topic. The title of this blog post tells it all. We don’t have any more bad news, and in fact, there is some good news. First, we weren’t expecting repaired vision today. We had been told it would take time and if they saw some improvement today, that would be a good sign. And that is exactly what they saw: small signs of improvement. It’s enough of a change that they believe treating with steroids to reduce the inflammation is the correct treatment unless something is uncovered in some of the more complicated tests which have yet to come back.
We’ll be treating with oral steroids, topical steroid drops and dilation drops for the next two weeks and then she’ll be evaluated again. The lead doctor on the case today said, “we’re not out of danger yet, but this is a move in the right direction.”
I’m tired and heading off to bed tonight, but tomorrow I plan on putting a spiffy picture of an eye up here and talking about how some of the things I thought were going on were close, but not exactly right and how the four issues my daughter is having in her eyes are likely related to one cause. Teaser, I know, right?
The Big Boy Update: Our house phone line rang today and my son, for some reason, decided to answer it. When my husband asked about it he said, “yeah, I answered it but I told them I was a kid. The didn’t talk back so I hung up.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was recovering from anesthesia this evening and apparently didn’t like us talking around her. Suddenly she said in a slurred voice, “let’s play the quiet game. 1…2…3” We got the message she wanted us to be quiet but about ten seconds later we started discussing discharge procedure again. As soon as we did, my daughter said aloud, “you lose.”
As an aside here, I can’t begin to thank those of you who have contacted us with ideas and references. Of particular note, through a neighbor, I found out we have a retina surgeon and specialist just a few streets over. She heard about my daughter’s case and called me on Labor Day evening to talk to me, ask questions, give advice and most importantly, give us some hope. The outpouring of support has been tremendous from so many people. Thanks to everyone.
But I gush. Let’s get back on topic. The title of this blog post tells it all. We don’t have any more bad news, and in fact, there is some good news. First, we weren’t expecting repaired vision today. We had been told it would take time and if they saw some improvement today, that would be a good sign. And that is exactly what they saw: small signs of improvement. It’s enough of a change that they believe treating with steroids to reduce the inflammation is the correct treatment unless something is uncovered in some of the more complicated tests which have yet to come back.
We’ll be treating with oral steroids, topical steroid drops and dilation drops for the next two weeks and then she’ll be evaluated again. The lead doctor on the case today said, “we’re not out of danger yet, but this is a move in the right direction.”
I’m tired and heading off to bed tonight, but tomorrow I plan on putting a spiffy picture of an eye up here and talking about how some of the things I thought were going on were close, but not exactly right and how the four issues my daughter is having in her eyes are likely related to one cause. Teaser, I know, right?
The Big Boy Update: Our house phone line rang today and my son, for some reason, decided to answer it. When my husband asked about it he said, “yeah, I answered it but I told them I was a kid. The didn’t talk back so I hung up.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was recovering from anesthesia this evening and apparently didn’t like us talking around her. Suddenly she said in a slurred voice, “let’s play the quiet game. 1…2…3” We got the message she wanted us to be quiet but about ten seconds later we started discussing discharge procedure again. As soon as we did, my daughter said aloud, “you lose.”
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
A Normal Day
It seems like it’s been a while since we’ve had a normal day here. To my son, most of the days have been normal, but then he’s done his normal things such as going to school, playing with friends and trying to sneak a snack from the pantry when he’s not supposed to. My daughter’s days have been interrupted with three days of hospital stay, which she didn’t particularly want, but didn’t seem to mind that much either.
We followed up her hospital stay with some out patient visits for IV steroids which was fairly easy in and of itself, only it took a long time to do, so it took a big chunk out of our day. Other than that though, we’ve been trying to do our normal, boring thing around here.
Tomorrow my daughter goes back to the hospital for an evaluation under anesthesia in which an entire team of not only eye doctors, but eye specialists, each in their own particular field, will look at my daughter’s eyes in the hopes of finding a cause and a solution to what’s been happening to her.
But for today, we had a normal day. Everyone went to school—including me, I had a committee meeting—and our afternoon was spent with the children running around, playing with their friends in and out of the house. I baked some bread, this time venturing into something I’ve never done before with a cinnamon and raisin swirl. I don’t know if its up to Uncle Bob’s baking standard, but I’m sort of a bread baking neophyte here, so it’s all good to me.
Tonight we went to a hibachi dinner restaurant with Uncle Jonathan and before the chef arrived we asked the children what their career plans were, mostly because they were both unhappy they weren’t “buh-dults” as my daughter calls us. Their responses follow:
The Big Boy Update: “When I grow up, I want to hunt down chickens.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: “When I grow up, I want to hunt down coupons.”
Fitness Update: Four miles, mostly walking though as I was on the phone about tomorrow’s procedure for my daughter.
We followed up her hospital stay with some out patient visits for IV steroids which was fairly easy in and of itself, only it took a long time to do, so it took a big chunk out of our day. Other than that though, we’ve been trying to do our normal, boring thing around here.
Tomorrow my daughter goes back to the hospital for an evaluation under anesthesia in which an entire team of not only eye doctors, but eye specialists, each in their own particular field, will look at my daughter’s eyes in the hopes of finding a cause and a solution to what’s been happening to her.
But for today, we had a normal day. Everyone went to school—including me, I had a committee meeting—and our afternoon was spent with the children running around, playing with their friends in and out of the house. I baked some bread, this time venturing into something I’ve never done before with a cinnamon and raisin swirl. I don’t know if its up to Uncle Bob’s baking standard, but I’m sort of a bread baking neophyte here, so it’s all good to me.
Tonight we went to a hibachi dinner restaurant with Uncle Jonathan and before the chef arrived we asked the children what their career plans were, mostly because they were both unhappy they weren’t “buh-dults” as my daughter calls us. Their responses follow:
The Big Boy Update: “When I grow up, I want to hunt down chickens.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: “When I grow up, I want to hunt down coupons.”
Fitness Update: Four miles, mostly walking though as I was on the phone about tomorrow’s procedure for my daughter.
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