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The great news is that this morning I walked into Ryan’s room at around 5am because there was a funny noise. He was sleeping with his MOUTH SHUT and sorta snoring through his nose.
The tamponas have a tube running down the middle of them to help breathe. THEY WORK!!!!! It was so exciting to see this, I almost cried. Yahoo.
The interesting tidbit is that yesterday, some young tica pretty much proposed to Hal on the phone. Sight unseen. Yeah. If she saw him, . . . → Read More About Great News and, um, Interesting News
It couldn’t have gone better today. Except for the backless gown. That was a surprise to Ryan. While I was answering a few questions, they took him behind a curtain… a couple minutes later, the curtain opens to reveal Ryan laying on a gurney, covered in blankets, wearing a blue paper cap on his head and a look of mock horror.
He motioned me over and when I got close he said, "I don’t have anything on under here."
"Uh huh," I said.
"Nothing," he said, like maybe I didn’t get it.
"Yeah," I said, "that’s how those gowns . . . → Read More About Batting A Thousand
Helloooo. It’s been a wild two weeks over here. I haven’t been sitting around on my shrinking butt doing nothing. Mostly I’ve been busy freaking out because Ryan’s surgery is in the morning. Adenoids out, septum straightened, you-know-what vacuumed away. In the big picture, this is so routine, a nothing surgery. But still. I mean, it’s not even like he’s going "under the knife" unless you count the tiny laser razor on the end of the thingie they stick in his nose. No stitches, about 90 minutes out, 2 hours in recovery, then home to sleep and . . . → Read More About Busy As A Honeybee
This is Ryan’s CAT scan and the blue circle is the mass. And, no. It doesn’t look like "nothing." It looks like a big massy scary-looking something. Actually, it’s not nothing. It’s snot. Yeah. SNOT. In all my wild imaginings, snot never made the list. Dr. Arce sure never mentioned it. In Spanish, I think that’s mucosa de nasal [moo-COE-sah day nah-SAL]. Sounds way less disgusting.
Last Friday, Dr. Arce [R-say] was serious as a heart attack looking at the three sheets of x-rays. He kept pointing to the suspicious area, shaking . . . → Read More About Does This Look Like Nothing To You?
[MOO-e een-kee-ET-ah, very worried] Ryan has a mass in his nasal cavity. We had it biopsied today. That was fun. Actually, it wasn’t too bad. The doctor was great, very gentle, numbed the inside of his nose topically, asked if Ryan felt anything. A lovely man, by all evidence to date, a good doctor. Ryan is a trooper, to put it mildly. I know he’s worried – he asked tonight, "What is a biopsy?" I told him it’s where they take a bit of tissue to see what the fungus is . . . → Read More About Muy Inquieta
Ryan is a lovebug. Spontaneously affectionate, huggy, sweet. Morgan, although he adores me (of course, who wouldn’t?), is not spontaneously affectionate. When the boys are away, Ryan calls me to chat probably once a week, sometimes a few days in a row if there is something to share. Morgan would have to be away for at least three weeks before he would think about calling me. He’s just like that.
But three days at Rancho Mastatal, and Mo calls. "Wow," I thought, "he wants to chat!"
Not exactly: he wants to know if they are there as . . . → Read More About “Mom, are we here as guests or volunteers?”
Budding Mafiosos, from the look of ‘em. Mo gets special mention as a Cuban narcotraficante lookalike. That ‘stache adds to the mystery, eh? Wonder how much money one of those narcotraficante guys make? Just kidding… drug money could not be worth it.*
Robert ("the dad, old like us Hal") said:
"Yeah, they looked pretty good. They went to an area where there are lots of teens, but they complained that most were 8th graders. One car of teen girls yelled, ‘nice . . . → Read More About Three Dudes
Today is Ryan’s 15th Birthday – exciting enough to bring me out of hibernation! Hard to believe it was 15 years ago my fairy God-mother handed over this tiny bundle of love! I remember looking through the little pane of glass in my front door, after waiting all day for their arrival, finally seeing Sherry and her sister Nancy walking through our gate, carrying precious cargo.
We had to pay part of the adoption service fee "upon delivery" (brings a level of reality . . . → Read More About My Baby’s Birthday in Costa Rica
It is 2am and I am up far too late… but I had to take a look at a YouTube link sent a couple of days ago from my friend, Jan. OH MY GOD: thank you, Jan!!!! It’s almost not even funny, it brings tears to my eyes, it’s so true. SO SO nice I’m not the only one who says this stuff!! And apparently she’s a pastor’s wife! Praise the Lord.
Yesterday, as I was writing this post in my head, I was thinking there were only two me’s. The cute, off-beat, wacky, funny, cheerful me that you all see. And the fly-off-the-handle screaming lunatic mommy me I share only with my dear family. My friend Quint nailed it. He said to me once (and only once), "The flip side of this funny, energetic, perky person is a sight to behold, I’m sure." Oh so true. I’m trying to level my playing field, but I’m just not ready to give up all my me’s.
Like romantic wifey me. Back-seat driver . . . → Read More About Many Me’s
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