To my son Tommy,
I looked over at your mom yesterday as we left the emergency room for the 3rd time in about a week and said, "We got to work on our date nights...they suck."
She laughed a much needed laugh and added, "I know. The $100 copay doesn't even get us dinner."
We were tired and beat and frustrated and worried and feeling every other emotion that goes with dealing with doctors and emergency rooms and health issues and such, but here we were joking about it. A joke won't lessen the gravity of a situation, but it made us chuckle. A good laugh can be just the thing. Your mom and I continued joking suggesting that we should bring candles and some of your play dishes and use the hospital gown as a table cloth over the bed pan and put out her medicines on each dish like a five course candlelight dinner.
Remember son, sometimes when you just can't complain or cry about it any more, you might as well laugh about it. Make me a promise after you read this, when I am on my death bed (hopefully many many many years from now) and everyone is so somber and gloomy, go out and get me a whoopee cushion or pair of those funky glasses with the big nose and bushy eyebrows and mustache.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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Monday, October 14, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
That's My Order
To my son Tommy,
You have been on a roll lately with your sayings. The other day when your mom asked you what you did at school, your answer was "ummm...I just did the pre-K thing". You also have been throwing back my common advice phrase of "First things first" when either of us gets ahead of ourselves. You picked up "dog gone it" from your Great Aunt Lulu and we have been working on the appropriate use of that lament. A parent of one of your classmates told us you are so pleasant in the morning with a "Hi Madalynn, Good Morning Madalynn's mom!" which makes us very proud.
But tonight, tonight you took your own life in your hands with a quick quip. Yesterday, you made a stride in your food challenges and ate 7 or 8 bites of spinach and fish and mashed potatoes. We were elated. In attempt to repeat the experience tonight, even though we are substituting chicken for the fish, we started some pre-dinner discussions. After some wheeling and dealing and cajoling and such we agreed on 11 bites of each of the three foods and you escaped adding carrots to the mix. As you mom was walking away...you said, "11 bites of spinach, and 11 bites of chicken, and 11 bites of mashed potato. Yep. That's my order." with the same attitude a (not so gentlemanly) guy would demand a "sammich". I thought we had escaped any incident but your mother came back in and asked incredulously, "Did he just say that is his order?!?" All I can say is it is a good thing you are so darn cute.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
You have been on a roll lately with your sayings. The other day when your mom asked you what you did at school, your answer was "ummm...I just did the pre-K thing". You also have been throwing back my common advice phrase of "First things first" when either of us gets ahead of ourselves. You picked up "dog gone it" from your Great Aunt Lulu and we have been working on the appropriate use of that lament. A parent of one of your classmates told us you are so pleasant in the morning with a "Hi Madalynn, Good Morning Madalynn's mom!" which makes us very proud.
But tonight, tonight you took your own life in your hands with a quick quip. Yesterday, you made a stride in your food challenges and ate 7 or 8 bites of spinach and fish and mashed potatoes. We were elated. In attempt to repeat the experience tonight, even though we are substituting chicken for the fish, we started some pre-dinner discussions. After some wheeling and dealing and cajoling and such we agreed on 11 bites of each of the three foods and you escaped adding carrots to the mix. As you mom was walking away...you said, "11 bites of spinach, and 11 bites of chicken, and 11 bites of mashed potato. Yep. That's my order." with the same attitude a (not so gentlemanly) guy would demand a "sammich". I thought we had escaped any incident but your mother came back in and asked incredulously, "Did he just say that is his order?!?" All I can say is it is a good thing you are so darn cute.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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