2005

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that familiar feeling

Not much to say re: the Braves. Still probably my favorite team, maybe even with UVA basketball (a challenging team to follow in a different way). I’ve always maintained, and will still, that I’m happy when my team gives me a reason to be excited about games all the way into October.

Still, slightly further into October would be nice some of the time – as would not having the annual bashing of the Braves fans. Hey, statistically, we’re still only a little behind what would be expected in terms of WS wins (1 in 8 chance), and we’ll be right on if we get another one in the next 2 years (er, those are rough #s but you get the idea).

This appropriate picture is from one of the better Braves and baseball in general sites, Sabernomics

a week without pictures

As the title suggests, there haven’t been any pictures lately, but that may be just as well. There was a 5 day stretch during which Atty often couldn’t keep down any food or much drink. After the 3rd day, and once he really started to seem thinner, we called the doc, who told us to limit his intake to just a teaspoonful at a time. This seemed to help, though it led to some pitiful and heartrending time for Beck and me, since Atticus would point or trot to the kitchen while using his hand signals for wanting to eat or drink all day long.

He got thru most of that day fine and didn’t throw up again until the next, on the ride home after an apple-picking excursion, but then was OK that evening. Toddler and I saw the doctor the next day, though, because Atty was starting to seem listless and not acting like himself (and because our doctor’s office seems really responsive and let us come in that same morning). Doctor C. said he likely had just had a stomach bug, but that he also had mild ear infections in both ears, so she prescribed an antibiotic; he had lost about 1.5 lbs. since his last visit.

The story ends almost entirely well: on that doctor visit day and the next, he didn’t throw up at all… except when we gave hm his medicine, which led to tremendous, er, episodes both times we gave it to him, even after we returned to the pharmacy to get it flavored — exceedingly frustrating.

We’ve since laid off the antibiotics for a few days so he could get some weight back on (and I think he has, after a couple of days of relative feasting), and the smell in various rooms has been mostly banished. In the middle of the goings-on, I sat down to the computer once and thought about posting a screen capture of what I saw: the google search bar where B had recently typed in “vomit toddler,” but decided against it, not wishing to be alarmist to readers who might not see the humor * :)

*not that we parents necessarily did either, at the time

using his words…

…such as they are ;)

Some of the words Atty has (that at least we can understand):
downstairs (upon waking up) (“d’stairs”)
bears (referring to the bears of various sorts with whom he shares his crib)
banana (used to be”‘nana” and arguably first word – now, somehow, “lala!”)
kitty (“keeee”)
Sarah (“Sssar”, plus a big smile)
Momma, Dada
cheese
mmmmilk
Blue’s Clues (favorite show)(“Boo’s Coos”)
woom woom (for trucks)

Beck, others?

Anyway, a fun moment for Dad the other day when I couldn’t tell if he was ready for his nap or not: he walked over to the stairs that lead up to his room, pointed, and said “ups-bears” — as clear a communication as I could hope for.

something about sharky

TV Squad on Lost, ep2

shark symbol

Momo v. Popo, game 1

In the inaugural contesting of BarrettBall©, Beckie (Momo) (-fatticus) bested Rob (Popo) 14-13 in extra innings. Tied 12-12 after the regulation 3 innings, the game ended when Rob’s potentially game-tying hit was snagged by the branches of one of the leftfield trees (who had already foiled 2 of Momo’s rallies), leaving Beckie to easily pluck it down and claim victory with a shout and a spike, to the delight of the pint-sized crowd in the Backyard. The game turned on a catch turned in by Momo in the bottom of the 2nd, picking one off her shoetops to end Popo’s at bat. Afterwards, all human fans were treated to a postgame bath.

Rules, composed on the fly, were as follows:

• 3 innings, one out per at-bat.
• balls caught in the air or on one bounce, or hit over the fence, are outs.
any ball striking the baby at all is out
• reasonably forward-hit balls count 1 run, unless*
• * they hit the back fence on the fly, in which case 2 runs are scored
• implements: the ball-thrower thing of Chomo’s** as a bat and the unbalanced funny-bouncing red plastic ball
• as usual, if Chomo pops the ball, the fun is over

**

still, the biting has mercifully ceased; so, essentially a win for TK

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