Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? That brain scan is freaking amazing!
I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm this morning which was a dark and too early 5:30 a.m. Never, over the summer, would I have done this!
Call me what you will…brute, barbarian, not-a-bird-lover…. That’s fair.
It could have been much worse. It could have been a really bad word. Or gesture. It was really bad. But not the worst.
At what age do our motherly neuroses become an embarrassment to our children? I’m asking for a friend.
However, yesterday, Logan actually came to use with a real concern. Our ears perked up like a dog on the hunt.
But as fate would have it, my wish came true in the shape of a tumor in my husband’s brain. Darnit!
Two weeks ago we found out my husband has a tumor in his brain that will need to be surgically removed.
Here is a little dialogue between Eli and I this morning…
If the Tooth Fairy’s cover is revealed, does that make Santa Claus loose all credibility?