Monthly Archives: April 2015

Throwback Thursday

Scarlett went to school on Tuesday and Wednesday, but she’s home sick again today and currently lying in bed, naked and requesting stories about herself as a baby. So here’s what we’ll do. I’m going to take advantage of Throwback Thursday to share a blog post I wrote after Rob and I honeymooned in Italy way back in 2008. Scarlett was a glimmer in our mind, and ALS wasn’t even a consideration. We walked and sailed across every inch of Venice, shopped and dined in Florence, drank our way through Tuscany, and then arrived on the Amalfi Coast:

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October 14, 2008

When we arrived in Naples from Florence, Rob wanted to call the hotel to get information on the quickest way to get to Positano from the train station. I wanted to use my “Italian” vocab to take a cab to a marina, a ferry to Sorrento and then a ferry to Positano. Because then we would have figured it out all by ourselves.

Rob won. Read More>

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There Will Be Blog

Scarlett is home sick today, so I won’t have time to blog intelligently. That is why I decided that Scarlett is going to be today’s guest blogger. But when I said that to her, she screamed NO at the top of her lungs and ran into the garage. So this might take some time.

My plan today was to blog about choices: why it’s good to have them, how we make them, how they empower us. I came up with this idea in the middle of the night when I found myself facing the decision of whether to ignore the discomfort in my legs or wake Rob up to roll me on my side. Lucky for me, after a few minutes of weighing the pros and cons of either choice, I heard Scarlett barreling towards our room, coughing and snorting like a troll with emphysema.

Rob took her back to bed, and when he returned, I casually asked him to flip me over. No biggie. We had about an hour more of silence before the little beast returned. She was taken away again, but it was hard for me to get back to sleep. When she finally showed up at a decent hour, everyone was exhausted, so we just laid there and she coughed in my face for a while. Read More>

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Car Talk

Yesterday, our van broke. Scarlett had just finished her first gymnastics class, and we were all loaded up and ready to rush back to school, so that I could meet Rob for our parent-teacher conference. Everything seemed fine at first. The ramp folded up, but then the sliding door refused to close. After ten minutes of trying—and growing increasingly late for our meeting—I decided we would just drive with the door partially open.

Scarlett was nervous that the police were going to pull us over, but I was mostly concerned with the constant high-pitched screeching that accompanied us for the four-mile ride. At a stop light, the man in the next car leaned over, and said, “Your door is open.”

“We know,” I nodded, too annoyed by the ringing in my ears to muster up a smile. That was when Scarlett decided to see if she could make the exact noise the car was making. It turned out she could. Read More>

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