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December 20, 2005

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Running2Ks

Oh thank goodness for dark humor. You guys are a riot.It is so hard to clean egg off of paint. Santa better forgive y'all by February :) I'm glad there is rising hemoglobin, and improvement, and all of that.We'd love to come visit you as soon as everyone is bug free!

Miriam

You have a truly amazing gift for being able to hold it together during, what I imagine, is the worst possible experience a parent could be going through. Thank you for always sharing the details of your lives with such honesty, love, and humour.

liz

Big, big hugs here. I'm glad to hear that there is improvement.BTW, if you don't have Martha Stewart's Baby Sleepy Time CD, I can send you ours - it's well-loved but Muffin Man is not liking lyrics with his night-time lullabies.

Moreena

Yup, we have the Martha Stewart cd. It went on fire-sale prices some time back. Maybe criminal trials and lullaby endorsements weren't seen as synergetic? We love it, too.

Anonymous

Glad to hear the good news AND the good humor. And I LOVE playing the "celebrity lookalike" game...my friend is SCARILY good at it. She also subscribes to US Weekly. Coincidence? Probably not. :)--Norah

Anonymous

I am glad to hear that Annika's hemoglobin is improving, hope everything goes well and she will have a smooth recoverySandyMom to Samson

Stacy - Tanner's mom

Moreena -Still thinking of you guys. I don't play the celebrity look alike game - I play the cartoon look alike game. I believe my favorite would be the guy who used to work for me that looked like Geroge Jetson's boss. Amazing how some of those people come to life.Hoping & praying for your Christmas miracle!

halloweenlover

I was chuckling along with those things, although it is a rather morbid humor.Glad to hear some good news, and a possible answer for the continued bleeding.I hope that the good news keeps up.

Rowan

Things must truly be looking up. You sound better by the day...that or loopier. But sometimes those are the same thing. Great about the hemolglobin & hoping that she's just a slow responder to the shunt.Oh, and by the way, Chris says that if Santa bothers you again, there's nothing like a flaming bag of reindeer poo.

Jenn

"Does this go back on the left side or the right?"OhMy! You made me laugh out loud.xoxo all my best.

moxiemomma

i'm all about that dark humor! so glad to hear anni's hemoglobin levls have been rising all on their own.

Yankee T

Moreena, I have been away from the blog for a few days. I just wanted to tell you I'm so proud of all of you for the way you hang in there. I wish I could help in some way. Thinking of all of you, daily, as ever.

Shelli

I had a friend who would always try to figure out what animal each person looked like. She was so weird, but you could try that. It wouldn't cost you a magazine subscription. Well, I suppose you could subscribe to Big Back Yard or something.

Kim, mom to Sami and Kyle

Moreena, you and Jorg amaze me with your great sense of humor! You had me laughing this morning. I am so glad to her Anni's hemoglobin was rising yesterday - what wonderful news!!!! She is a fighter! I am keeping her in my prayers.

Emma

I love Dark Humour as a coping strategy or even as just a part of day to day life. I'm glad to hear of some improvement and I'm continuing to think of you all and am Praying for a Good Christmas in February! (((hugs)))

Jessica

Moreena, I am in total awe of you. Words typed here would be too poor a messenger to adequately describe my respect and admiration for you.

The Complimenting Commenter

Wow! You are an amazing person. I can understand about the ventilator. You have a great blog and personality. I will keep your daughter and you in my thoughts.

Anonymous

Ah, dark humor. I'd be so nowhere without it.I'm glad to hear that Annika is on the mend.xo Catherine

Anonymous

It's so good to hear the tidbits of good news...in fact, it's great!Kelsey has now named our nightly prayer..."Annika's prayer" and she cannot wait to say it everynite. When I read you might like a visitor...I thought of coming maybe on the 26th, we'll be in Yorkville, but possibly carrying the 'flu bug'...as my hubby now has it and we may soon. So on secong thought, we better not come. Although, being so close to Chicago in general, we may have to make a return trip when everyone is healthy. With any hope, you'll be outta there by then! PLEASE let me know if you need anything here in town...cats fed, plants watered, driveway shoveled...we're here if you need us.Jill and KElsey

Sarah

You amaze me Moreena. I was in such a depressed state while Anna was inpatient before her transplant, that I couldn't talk to anyone on the phone, let alone have any sort of sense of humor. You are such a strong woman, and Annika is so lucky to have a mother like you. God bless, and Merrry Christmas.

Kathryn

Thank goodness for the internet...I would love to be able to give you a non virtual hug, but leaving aside the little matter of the Atlantic ocean (and given the way you guys cope with all this other HUGE stuff, the Atlantic must be pretty weeny) there are way too many germs lurking in this house right now.So, more hugs, more admiration, and the standard dose of prayers.xx

chasmyn

We used to read Harry Potter books to each other and to Quinn in the PICU to stay sane, and to have him hearing the sound of our voices. That is, in fact, how we got into reading them. Later on I'd take my bead projects and make beaded worry stones (how appropriate, no?) while Quinn slept a drug-induced sleep.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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