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February 04, 2010

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Aimee

Thanks for the video--living in Amish country, I particularly liked the giant Amish squid!

And thanks for the update. I keep Anni in my thoughts every day and am always excited and a little scared when I see a new post in bloglines. (Yes, it's weird, I don't know you guys at all, but I've been sucked into caring about Anni and Frankie and their parents nonetheless.)

kathy a.

(((( moreena )))) i don't know how you could possibly stop worrying. that is what parents do, hopefully tapering off once they are legal adults, but still it doesn't stop. i'm glad this time of waiting is not nearly what it was before. xoxo

also, not all of california is perfect seashells on the perfect beach. just so you know. ;)

frankie is so wonderful!

and i kind of like anni's version of the song. bees are all cheerful and busy-like, and i suspect what she is hearing has a special meaning to her.

Rev Dr Mom

(((((Moreena)))) Like kathy a., I don't know how you could stop worrying either...and I hope this latest number elevation turns out to be just the teeniest blip on the radar, and you get back to the "new normal"....because, really, aren't we just redefining normal as we go along? How else would we cope?

anita

I hope the enzyme levels return back to normal range. Wishing your family peace, consistency and no drama!

Hannah

Hope the next set of lab shows that Annika's ALT and all the other liver enzymes are well in her normal range again.

And although I wish it was different, I cannot imagine how you could let lastingly down your guard, when every new lab draw coming up shakes any relaxation in advance, even if the results have been good for a long time and will hopefully continue to be exactly this. Guess only gradual achievements can be expected - so gradual you might only recognise the change by hindsight. But I sure hope it will come, by and by...

All the best.

Rev Dr Mom

Love your new look!

danielle

I hope the numbers are down and you are enjoying normalcy. XO from snowy Zurich, Danielle

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I know the feeling- and I hate it. I call it "the horror" after reading about it in a counseling book- the bubble has been breached, the perfect is no longer safe- etc. I wrote an entry about it though you probably don't want more of the same.

On the happy side, there's a bee lullaby- show her lullabee (pooh sings it) if she loves bees stole my soul so much. Interestingly, It is Well With My Soul was one of the very first songs Harbor would sing with- and I mean when he was 3 months old or something. He'd "ahhh" along in the right key. I finally had to stop singing when I nursed him because he'd stop eating and sing.

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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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