Aporkalypse Now.

Dub stood no chance against a Max-Zuzu team up!

Ten days of a visit...2 pictures where you can kinda see both of their faces.

Two nights ago (which is like afternoon back home) I got an upset text from Dub. Zu had a temp of 104 and the pediatrician suspected the dreaded (duh duh duuuuuuuuuunn) Swine Flu (how's that whole H1N1 renaming thing going? Yeah, thought not) over the next 12 hours I read text after text of panic and fear and sadness as Dub struggled to keep her baby as comfortable as possible. At 4 am he was shivering violently and not sleeping at all. Needless to say, he was at the pediatricians ASAP. Official diagnosis given and Tamiflu administered.

Except for that terrible bit where the little ones can't keep anything down or in during this flu.

Trickedoo! The meds won't even stay down. Sigh. My very own panic at Stinker getting sick reached a fairly high level so I made the same call I've made every week to Dr. Courtney (she's young! she's blonde! she's awesome!) and wonder of wonders, miracles of miracles my question was answered with a yes, we have the vaccine, bring him on down.

Last night Zuzu slept a little bit on his daddy's chest, congested and fevery but resting a bit and I peeked in on my own cherub and cried a little.

Being away from Dub and Zu and Janice and Ben is really, really tough on me. It's tough being away from all my friends/family in Los Angeles but being away from my best friend Janice and my godson Ben and from Sistah Dub and Zu is utterly heartwrenching. I am missing everything.
And I feel guilty. Guilty for leaving shortly after Janice's cancer diagnosis (she kicked it's ass by the way!) and Zuzu was only 10 weeks old and newly diagnosed with PKU. We were supposed to be Team Zuzu. Raising PKU awareness together and taking the kids to do fun stuff together. I'm still not over it.

Especially when something happens... something where I would have been able to help. I looked at my Stinker all snuggled with his Sock Monkey and I thought I should really be leaving you in Daddy's care and heading to Dub's to rock Zu while they take a rest, a shower, a meal...anything to give them a little break.
Of course I can't do that at all. All I can do is send Dub late night texts telling her what an amazing mom she is. How scary it must be to see your little one so sick.

This morning I woke early and when Stinker stirred I brought him to bed with me and we snuggled in the covers, cuddling with the Prozac Puppy, slowly waking and stretching. Those morning smiles he gives me are the bestest. The joy he has that I am still here can only be matched by...well by mine that he is still here!

I spoiled him with yogurt and blueberry muffins for breakfast before we bundled up (you rarely have to bundle in LA and I still haven't gotten the hang of it) and headed out to get stuck.

He handled it like a champ. Me? I'm going for a spotless record of crying every time he gets a shot. Perfect record so far!

Afterwards I treated myself to some Starbucks, Stinker got an emtpy cup with a lid just like he likes and I was happy listening to him sing along with Frank Sinatra's Christmas Album. I know I'm biased, but fer reals y'all, my kid is awesome.

Dub tells me Zu is doing better today, still sick but hopefully on the road to recovery. I hope he feels better soon, and I hope we get to visit asap. Cause fer reals y'all, my nephew is awesome.


Hope all of you and your little ones too are nothing but happy and healthy!

I'm seven and so is she. And so is he.

Last night during one of our late night text-a-thons Dub was telling me about a friend of ours who is dealing with some vandalism. We're pretty sure it's kids or teens since it's pretty harmless stuff so far and of course we hope it stays that way. Among other random silly things, they buried a HAM in his backyard. A pig? I asked. Nope. A ham.  I was trying wrap my brain around this bizarre event, texting her questions furiously. Was it in a can? Like a honey baked Ham? A frozen Ham? How did he find it? Was it in a shallow grave? An open grave? 

And that was  when it hit me...he's been HAMBURGLED! 

Thank you! Thankyouverymuch! I'll be here all week! Don't try the veal, is cruel and disgusting! Tip your waitresses, Goodnight!

Perhaps it was the late hour but I was giggling so hard as I tried to say (text) this to Dub that it took three tries to convince the dang iPhone I did indeed mean Ham Burgled.  I didn't get a text for about three minutes and then I got one...full of typos. 

-I'm crying. Too funny. 

Then a few moments later- My stomach is killing me and I'm trying to laugh quietly so I don't wake the baby but I'm dying! 

Even all the way across the country I can still make my sister laugh! And honestly, this is quite a feat because even if I'm sort of known as the 'funny' one, she is actually WAY funnier than me. The only person who has ever made me laugh almost as hard is my husband. That's how I know he's the one.

Ham burgled. It's such a 7 year old's joke. Heather  (Dub) and I were once reduced to tears when the Archdiocese of LA gave an award to a Cardinal (Or Priest or Dr. I can't remember) Titse. Tit-See. And they repeated his name over and over and over on the news and because we are seven year old boys...we laughed over and over and over. 

My son's sense of humor is clearly developing in the same vein. Yesterday he crawled all the way across the room and up to me placed his mouth in the crook of my elbow and blew the biggest, wettest, fartiest, zerbert I have ever heard. He then proceeded to roll over onto his back and laugh maniacally for about five minutes while kicking his legs and holding his belly.

We are all enrolled in second grade for the fall.

Thousand Word Thursday

Yup. Jumping on the bandwagon. I just can't decide between two! So I guess for me it's two thousand word Thursday and yes, they are from when my son was born.
I love this picture. This is the day after Max was born. There I am all puffy and tired but ever so happy staring at my Godson Ben, the gorgeous little blonde boy dancing about the room while his Daddy looks on. His Mommy, my best friend Janice is holding King Max and falling crazy in love while in the back to the left my sister Dub and Mahmood (Zuzu's parents) share a sweet moment. Even though I was still kind of drugged I remember this so well. I love that this snapshot captured so much life.


This is Dub holding Max for the very first time. (isn't she gorgeous? 6 days PP and she looks rested and lovely although perhaps this isn't the best picture to show you.)He is about 4 hours old here. Her mother (my 2nd Mommy) is holding Zuzu. I love how natural Dub looks with Max and how he's all swaddled and Zuzu is already wiggling and stretching how and how the two Moms are looking at the boys. It breaks my heart that we are not raising our boys together and I am focusing on how soon we will be. The boys are so different and I can't wait to see them explore the world together. I am looking forward to our next visit. I can guarantee there will be about 8 billion pictures.

And just in time...King Max has awoken.