Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Free at last!! tight grip on the tot on the bridge Check this place out and tell me Pace/Milton is not heaven for little boys. Case in point: last week we walked around the block and saw: 1. trees, dirt, sticks and sand, 2. a poisonous spider, 3. noisy garbage trucks, 4. houses under construction,…
Forbidden City, Beijing, December 2008 Chinese New Year stamps We celebrated the Chinese/Lunar New Year (happy year of the snake!) by taking Captain Goodbaby down the street to Grand Buffet. The food was ok. Isaac LOVED the cream cheese won tons and green jello. He also made an elderly lady laugh really hard by stuffing…
Chris ran the Pensacola Double Bridge Run 15K last weekend Today is the best day we’ve had in a long time!! We had a great cardiologist visit this morning. Captain Goodbaby’s medicated blood pressure is normal—WOOO!! Elevated blood pressure was the main problem caused by his coarctation. He’ll stay on high blood pressure meds for…
Captain Goodbaby and I passed the pinkest cherry blossoms I’ve ever seen on our way to (where else??) another doctor visit this morning. This was my first chance to report back to the Goodbaby’s primary care doc about how her diagnosis of Isaac’s murmur at his one year appointment saved his life, or at the…
First visit in the cardiac ICU Friday night First visit in the cardiac ICU Friday night We are (extremely relieved to be) home. The post-surgical echo showed a smooth, wide pass where it used to show a pinch. He has a lot of docs to visit in the next couple weeks (months, years…), but this…
This is my baby, Isaac. You may know him as Captain Goodbaby; he also answers to Hurricane Isaac or Tiny Baby (occasionally). It’s been less than a month since I heard the word ‘coarctation’ for the first time, and since then not an hour goes by when I don’t think it, see it, spell it….
I don’t know this tree… It’s been nine months since the Tree Heist of 2012. We were itching for trouble. Tree trouble. And then into our lives walked Waste Management. They ignored our telephoned pleas to remove the spent Christmas tree from our lawn. Plucked from the garbage can and flung back at us—no, this…
