SPREADING THE WORD: I have been invited to speak at next August's Preemie-l conference in Colorado. Keep you posted. Conversely, the e-zine about relationships, is slated to run the essay "What I Mean By That" in their February issue.
july survey Girlcook The time my sister almost drowned me under the guise of teaching me to swim, or perhaps it was showing off how she could drag me across a pool without drowning me. It's true that she managed to keep my head above water (just barely) but I can still recall the sensation of chlorinated water slamming up into my nostrils.
july survey: Lori There are two actually. The first is when I went camping with my dad. We had a boat and I was tubign behind the boat fell off adn got caught underneath the tube and couldnt find my way up. The second time was when Jas was at the pool with me and didnt have his little water wings on and then decided to jump in. I had to swim across the pool to drag him out!
JUNE SURVEY: What's your favorite TV show ever, and why? Respond here.
post on 7/20: FEEDBACK: From Dear Reader Kim: "Connor recently had a language moment. I served up some cereal, but it was not Cheerios, it was Kix. He thinks there should ONLY be Cheerios in the world, and ALWAYS served in the red bowl with built-in straw. He looked at his bowl of Kix and said clearly, "Hell is this?" I'm trying to blame the Teletubbies, but nobody buys it ..."
post on 7/17: FEEDBACK: From Dear Reader Christina: "I loved your most recent essay on Jill's 'calls.' My husband could have written that too. You have to add the "big sighs" to the list, for me, anyway. I sigh loudly whenever something is wrong. It gets louder if I get no response. (Of course, sometimes I sigh for no reason, simply to keep my husband on his toes, poor man.) Your description of Alex's facial shape fit a friend's son to a T. He has a very pointy chin and a head much wider than it is long. Yet this child does not strike me as anywhere near mentally slow. My husband has hair between his eyebrows. (In fact, you could call his eyebrows a Unibrow, like the baby on 'The Simpsons.') Try telling him he's retarded. I agree with the reader that said you and Jill have done a far, far better diagnosis each and every time, compared to the doctors. I think the doctors feel the need to dig up any possible wrong ... I think parents should do a diagnosis on doctors: 'Has uncomfortable chairs. Likes pretty new words that may or may not apply to situation at hand. Never laughs.'"
post on 7/13: FEEDBACK: From Dear Reader Lori: "I find that it weird that a doctor is concerned by a child's laughter. Just becuase Alex's laughing to her seems out of place doesn't mean he hadn't just thought of the funniest joke. Or something that seems normal to us is really quite funny to him. I can't tell you how many times Jas has sat somewhere watching me do something and practically rolling on the floor laughing. Wasn't funny to me or my husband, but to Jas it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Think about all the things we look kinda weird doing that seem completely normal and unfunny to us. Brushing our teeth ... take a good look at yourself next time you're all foamy at the mouth with this stick hanging out of your mouth ... Heck, Jas talks to the moon and laughs and giggles ... What does this mean? Nothing, except a healthy sense of humor and a wonderful imagination." From Dear Reader C.: "If a husband is talking in the woods and his wife is not there to hear him, is he still wrong? Joking aside, considering what you two have been, and still are, going through, it's hardly surprising that one or the other sometimes lose their temper against the other. All in all it sounds like you've got the most important thing going in your favour - the communication channel between you guys is open. And tell Jill that a thump on her husband's head with a frying pan gives a faster and more satisfying result than hours of silence."