It’s official: Cheryl’s having surgery on Feb 12th to fuse two of the vertebrae in her neck. The doctor had some encouraging news. The procedure he described requires less recovery time than some of the others we’ve heard about.
Of course, this isn’t necessarily a good thing, if he’s giving bad advise, or practicing bad medicine. But he comes highly recommended from…
I was picking on Beth earlier, at Cheryl’s behest. Now the good parent wants to toss a little praise around.
I woke up late for Church this morning and Beth was already up. Not only had she made her own breakfast and was almost done (pancakes), but she’d fed Adam too.
I came staggering out of my room with excruciating pain in my sinuses, dreading trying to get the kids ready on the…
We’re not perfect parents, but I like to think we’re at least average. Beth is on the cusp of that time when parents become ogres with wallets. It’s not really like that here, but what fun is a blog if I can’t exaggerate once and a while.
There’s a punishment that’s particularly effective with Beth, owing to her love of the computer. She gets that from her…
Have you ever felt inexplicably irritable? For a week or month at a time?
Now it’s time for the truth. I have an explanation, I’ve just been reluctant to talk about it. It feels like an excuse. Part of me lives in fear… like if I say it out loud a mob of disturbingly happy people with “The Secret” will bombard me with platitudes. Then, on top of feeling grumpy…
I’ve been sacrificing a little of my sleep this evening to compare a bunch of family info a cousin sent me with my genealogy database. Little of the information would be terribly interesting to many of you, so I won’t get into details.
I’ll be a little more tired tomorrow, but a few fond memories of my childhood will be a little fresher in my mind. They’ll be smoothing…
Beth’s stubborn streak can drive me crazy sometimes, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. Her almost complete lack of fear to speak her convictions can push my patience to it’s absolute limit. At the same time, it’s a big part of why I’m so proud of her. (Probably at least in part because I had none of her inner strength when I was her age – which she finds…
Many of you know Cheryl was in a car accident a while back. A few of you know about the mess physical therapy made of her injuries. Only Cheryl and I know about our most recent adverures in the mysterious world of insurance, so I gatthered up all my frustration and this post was born.
Way to grab you readers, eh?
A month back Cheryl went for another opinion, seeking to avoid immediate surgery.