Let the tears splash all over you

I'm trying to figure out what to say.

You know, something funny. Something profound. Something interesting, eye opening, or, something.

Is there anything in particular you want to know? I am willing to tell you.

Things got a little stressful when #2 was on "the light blanket" (that is what the medical types call it; a "blanket", which it is not, at all), and he was not getting better. The doctor started talking about testing for some rare "conditions", otherwise known as diseases. We started researching the internets.

At this point were visiting the doctor every day. We actually visited the doctor more often with #2 during his first week of life, than we did with #1 during his first two years of life. Now, the doctor remembers us and remembers our story. Oh yes, the parents with the anomoly kid. The kid who is not getting better. And is not gaining weight. Not good. So come back and visit us again tomorrow, ok?

At one point, Mr. Grass looked at the doctor and said something like, "yea, we've been researching this on the internet and we haven't found anything either."

The doctor looked at me and cracked a tiny little smile. As if to say, "I spent over half my life preparing for this moment - this moment of being a good pediatrician with years of experience and tons of documentation to prove it. Good to know you didn't find REASON your SON is NOT GETTING BETTER on the INTERNET!"

He didn't actually say that. Nor did he think it. But I did. The doctor? He just gave me a little smile.

So #2 is fine now. We got a new light "blanket" and he made a miraculous turn in less than 24 hours. WOO HOO!

#1 is also doing much better. And the rest of us? We are surviving on wine. And vodka. But let's focus on the wine. After all, this is the Wine Shrine. What are you drinking?