Glowing

I picked a fine day not to shave. Decided to try chiropractic. That involved around 72 x-rays (exaggeration). I feel I no longer require wearing jewelry since I now have a natural glow also known as radiation leftovers. The process of x-ray imaging also involved wearing a hospital gown, which meant exposing my winter white, and winter unshaven, appendages. Hurray for me. Vanity is so far gone, I can barely remember it.

Things are heating up around here, unfortunately, not literally. The upcoming Fundraiser/40th Birthday is just 3 days away and there is so much to do! I should have been cooking all week, but instead, I have been attending meetings and ... the good news is that the new website for FEAT of CNY has gone live! It has taken a lot of time, and is far from perfect or even complete, but it is up to date and more informational than ever. As for the party, I think we will be ordering pizza. A lot of pizza.

Zach has been interested in waterworks lately. Makes any structure attached to plumbing a possibility for adventure, chaos, and property destruction. I have to laugh that a fellow parent of a child with "stuff" posted a similar post. Every time a bell rings, an angel gets it's wings. And every time there is something destroyed/broken/messed with or in need of going in the trash, this mother gets her camera. This all began with Ms. Sophia and the Crazy Cocoa Escapade of 2006. (Please note the dog is licking the unsweetened cocoa -YUM?!.) And now has continued with the Great Toilet Debacle of 2010. Actually, the serious offense was not captured, I am afraid. That is because the threat of Zach attempting to flush was high as I had Sophia in serious meltdown mode for some ungodly reason and couldn't watch the little villain while attempting to soothe said sister, so I just unplugged and went. The offense? Half a roll of peeled toilet paper, a hair brush, and the looming threat of Zach with the car keys. The picture posted is of various hair ties, so if you see Sophia and her hair is a mess, you'll understand - both her brush and her hair ties have been laid to rest. The missing "my very favorite" brush and hair ties that lead to 2 hours of spontaneous tears combined with Sophia's sensory nightmare also known as coming near her head with a brush, comb, or shampoo only to hear rants and antics that rival only British Parliament in session, has lead us to consider dread locks.

Something notable of Zach, we have noticed him getting very cautious around stairs, clinging to the railing, or anyone walking near him. The PT approached me yesterday about adding in orthotic inserts to see if we can handle some of the toe walking. We noticed that heavier soled shoes help alleviate his desire to tiptoe - so we have been spending the big bucks on stride rite shoes. UUgghh. Thank God for the outlet mall nearby. We are going to see if we can find a pediatric orthopedist to help out. Donna has offered to go to our appointment with us. If you think you walk the extra mile at work, consider that. Her job is tough enough and she graciously offered. Yes, there are angels out there. Or for you non-religious types, people who make all the fools out there seem less important.