The other evening, I was out in the car with the kids and the baby on a food run and we came across the Teddy Bear ambulance, also known as CHEO’s neonatal transfer unit. I blinked and started to cough, which is what I do when I feel – pardon the word – triggered by… Continue reading If You Read One Article About Special Needs Kids, Read This One
My granddaughter’s early arrival of course means that there is once again a baby in the house at Christmas. What a neat blessing it is. Baby Issa – as her father has nicknamed her – was by far the youngest and the smallest person in the congregation at Christmas Eve Mass tonight, which did not… Continue reading First Christmases
The past nine days have been one helluva ride. Would we change anything about it? Eh. Hm. Nah. Baby M is a delight. She is tiny, but quite fierce. She puts up a wail that makes her aunt’s seem like a gentle trill, but only when she has a dirty diaper. She’s overcome a weak… Continue reading Nine Days Old, And Home At Last
My beautiful granddaughter was born this morning as the sun began to rise over the city. Melissa Sylvia Isabelle, you are the most joyful of mysteries. Great is the mercy and glory of God. I cannot stop weeping for love of you and your parents.
It’s Black Friday, and I can tell you what I’m not doing: leaving my house. I don’t go to malls or Costco on a quiet day. Mama didn’t raise no fool. The dogs are out back digging holes in the snow and eating their poop and whatever else it is they do outside. I hope… Continue reading In Which Kanga Goes Into Hibernation on Black Friday
At no time while my grandparents were alive was I aware of how they voted in an election, whether federally, state-level, or locally. It is entirely possible I wasn’t paying attention. Grandmother, in particular, was not a woman to leave any subject matter untilled – be it politics, religion, or “the filthy mouth on” Joan… Continue reading In Which Kanga Sings The U.S. Post-Election Blues
Hi Baby Girl! Twelve weeks and counting until we meet you, and your mom and dad are working hard to get things ready for when you come home. Today they picked up your crib from your grandpa, and Tommy the Cat has quality tested it for you. We’ve got plans tomorrow for your mom to… Continue reading Twenty-eight Weeks, Four Days