Andy's sharpie

As some of you may remember, shortly after Andy was born, his pediatrician told (and showed) me that "Andrew is very well endowed." Perhaps one of the most well endowed he's seen. At the time, as his mother I commented that I could have gone my whole life content without that knowledge.

During a pull up changing session, I yanked down the pull up a little more roughly than usual as we were in a hurry and noticed a rather large manly part jutting out. "Whoa, are you a little excited, Andy?" He was already squirming uncomfortably."Ah. Mommy, quick you have to fix my penis. Mommy, my penis is broken. My penis is sharp! Mommy make my penis go back down." He actually started to get upset and started frantically groping himself.

"Andrew calm down. Stop touching yourself. If we leave it alone for a second it will stop being um, sharp."He stopped but could have burned holes in himself with how hard he was staring. He relaxed, I pulled his fresh pull up on and we're done.

As we headed into his sibling care class (for Ry to have Kindermusik with other special needs tykes) a little while later, "Mommy, I don't like it when my penis is sharp."

"I know. Its ok, Andy. It won't stay like that." I was certainly blushing, embrassed at this conversation.

"Ok Mommy, but don't let your penis get sharp either."

Ryan playing with Daddy.

One of the approximately 85 pictures Andy took when he got hold of the camera.

Andy mugs for the camera.

This is what Seany does while Sir Ry snuggles with Daddy. He's none the wiser and sleeps in his crib.

Ryan's favorite morning activity -- climbing into bed and sleeping with Daddy.

Alex sleeping sick on the couch.

Sean against the wall had his first time out for hitting Alex while he was sick and sleeping on the couch. Ryan (in the diaper) sympathized with Seany and hung out with him until the time out was over.

Sad Day in Saratoga Springs

Yesterday afternoon a home about a mile from ours exploded. I'm not kidding. The house blew up -- gas leak, pilot light, etc. The couch was on a neighbors roof, pieces of the home were all over that neighborhood.

Apparently a work crew, punctured a gas line nearby and though the gas readings were safe, the owner and gas worker were killed. Her child was outside with the father as she was rushed to the children's hospital as a precaution. The image of that poor man cradling his daughter looking at the rubble that contained his wife's body will be forever tattooed on my brain.

This story is so sad. Its really affected me. A sad reminder of how quickly it can all be over, how a child can be left motherless (so young she won't even be able to remember her), how that poor man will probably forever blame himself for not going in in her stead. The tradegy of this story for me lies in the random, totally pointless deaths of these two normal people.

I'm sorry for sharing such a sad story. I just needed to get it out of my system.

I have an amusing story that I will be sending seperately a little later. It even has a picture!