Today’s fortune cookie say…

At lunch with my Dad and KP today, I received this message.

Octomom

Yesterday at the breakfast table:

PJ:  Mom, moms have a lot to do.

Me:  Yes, we sure do.

PJ:  Maybe you should become an octopus, so one arm can go to the grocery store and the other arm could make dinner and the other arms could all do something else.

Is Grandpa going to die?

Is what KP asked me this morning, while I was sobbing in the Target parking lot on my cell phone, while retelling what happened at my dad’s oncologist visit to Jennifer.

It has hit.  The hammer has come down.  There is another change.

My dad’s psa levels are on the rise again, along with increased bone pain and stability. The news, and what my father has dreaded most “you now need chemo”, in order to help his metastasized prostate cancer, has come to roost.  His doctor told us today, after hormone therapy and then another drug of choice have both worked for a bit and failed, that chemo is next.  And he has wanted NOTHING to do with it since this whole ordeal began.

As I found out today, to my dad, chemo = death.  His doctor told him that it is not the chemo that is going to kill him, it’s the disease.  So do what you can.  And with those words alone, the tide shifted slightly.

Oh I’m not here to tell you he’s happy about this next step, but he is opening the door and knows there is not much choice (I think the doctor said it best, your choice is this or Hospice) but to walk through it.

So today, after the tears had fallen and the news had sunk in a little deeper, we did what we do best, we went out to relish the sunshine, get an ice cream cone and enjoyed each others company.

And then, he asked Adam to shave his head.

Safety First

He is so going to be one of those people that IMs while they are driving, seeing that he is reading while he is in the middle of the crosswalk.

A dog smelling its own ass

After my run on Tuesday morning, I walked down to Adam’s office to say good morning and chat for a little while.

Me:  Hi hon, I’m home.

Adam:  How was your run?

Me:  Good (my nose now up in the air sniffing around).

Adam:  What…do you smell something?  I really can’t smell anything, which is one reason Adam and I get along so well.

Me:  Yeah, it smells like something died down here.

Adam:  Really, like what?

Me:  I don’t know, but it stinks.

Adam:  Is it you?

Me:  NO!  It’s not me.

10 minutes later, Adam comes up to the kitchen after finishing his work.

Me:  Hey, I figured it out.

Adam:  You figured out what stinks?

Me:  Yeah, you’re right…IT’S TOTALLY ME!

Welcome…

To the world baby Leo!

Who was born yesterday for all those wanting to know.  Great work Dr. A on a job well done!

And nice work internet, Leo may be the first positive vibe internet baby ever born.

Pregzilla

This is Dr. A. 

She is the one woman I know that makes being pregnant look easy.  And, that’s in combination with her full time ER job and corralling her three very active, very busy, very cute little boys.

That baby in her belly there (yeah, you can see it)…it needs to come out now.

Send her all the positive PLEASE BABY COME OUT NOW vibes you can today.  She’s ready.

First day of the second year of preschool

I mean seriously…aren’t you just dying at how cute KP is in this photo of his first day of preschool 08?

Oh yeah, I don’t have one.

Why don’t I have one you might wonder?  Well, let me tell you.  Three minutes before we needed to get into the car, to get him to school, he started having a hissy-fit about the long sleeve shirt he had put on.  Mind you, this was the third outfit of the morning.  KP likes layers.  His dad doesn’t.  His dad was helping him get dressed (nicely).  And once they came to a truce on what that was, he liked it, for a little while, until he had to go to school.

Two minutes before he has to go to school, he continues crying over the shirt, then crying because he can’t find his backpack and then crying about his shoes.  I’m no help at this point because I’m annoyed and in a oh so motherly and nice way I say, “Well, if you had put it in it’s home, it would be where it is suppose to be.”  This causes more crying.

One minute before we are suppose to go, he wants his vesteses (for those of you who don’t know what vesteses is or are, it is when one wears more than one vest at a time – preferably two or three).  I then choose to ignore him and simply say, I’m getting in the car.

Once the tears were wiped and he got to school, he jumped in with so much excitment that you would have never ever known he almost didn’t make it.

Way to overcome KP, way to overcome.

I’ll fill in a fake photo later, he’ll never know.

First Day Of School!

This one is happy.

This one is mad.

And that little one in blue, he has no idea what to do.

Today’s Haiku

Outside I sit, done

Wishing for calm waters

the beast will soon sleep