March 27, 2009

• Charlie talks when he cries, or more like pleads desperately with every fiber of his being.   Jamie at this age was much more opinionated; definite in his opinion.  His cry sounded like “I-officially-am-pissed-off-and-somebody-better-pick-me-up-before-I-spew-rotten-milk-out-of-my-nostrils” ,  Charlie is much less confident and much more eloquent, “pleeease-pick-me-up-and-I-promise-I-will-never-chew-on-your-shoes-again”.
     Coming from either one it’s equally charming or hair tearing, depending on how much caffeine I’ve ingested for the day, or how long they’ve napped.  … Or today when I’m waiting by the phone for any news from either parent or doctor. 

  Encouraging news when it did finally come.  I would have found it devastating a few days ago, but in light of last night when we thought my mom might have liver cancer on top of leukemia of something, today’s news seemed almost wonderful.   Her ct scan went well.  No tumors, her lymph nodes looked great, everything looked fine except for her ginormous spleen that is taking over her abdominal cavity and annoying the hell out of her liver.   After the hematologist looked over all the bloodwork, ultrasound and ct scan he concluded that it *might* not be leukemia afte all.  It might be that her spleen pooped out and she got some sort of gnarly virus like epstein barr or cmv which wrecked all this havoc.   And that’s what we’re all choosing to believe and praying for until Monday when we get the results back of all the tests she took today. 

  To change the subject…
  On Monday I did the follow up to that maternity shoot I did last month, this time it included the sweet, adorable little baby on the outside.   My goal is to blog about it tomorrow (the goal was today but I haven’t even looked at the pictures yet).  I did grab this one of Jamie though because it was cracking me up he suddenly wanted to be a part of the photoshoot.  The kid hates his picture being taken and he’s never been jealous of Charlie, but on Monday he saw baby Lucas tearing it up, and he had to join in the fun.
  His best interpretation of melodrama.

                                           

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