Saturday, September 19, 2009

Your Concern is Duly Noted, and Appreciated.

Well, I am happy to report that over the last 72 hours, my eye has progressed from freakish looking, to sinister, to now merely disconcerting. This is progress indeed. What in the world did people do before antibiotic eye drops, I wonder? Certainly there were a lot more people giving The Stinkeye, this I know for sure.

My brother Dave is now here visiting! He had a conference for his work in Canberra--Australia's capitol city, and arrived in Sydney this morning. We drove the 3 hours to Canberra on Thursday to stay overnight and see him, and had a great time hanging out and exploring a new city.

I'll come back soon and post some pics of our little road trip. Right now, I am still recovering from the 3 hour drive home last night, during which Grace unleashed the full might of her fury at being in her car seat. What an angry, angry little girl she was. It reminded me of those stories you read about island villagers seeking to appease the Volcano God, lest their village be covered in lava. I tried everything I could think of on that car ride, yet my offerings to her fell far, far short. So basically, we were toast. Parenting is not for sissies.

Do not be fooled. She is capable of white-hot rage.

So you see, I am all out of blogging mojo. I only have a certain weekly allotment of mojo, and what with the pink eye and trying to placate Grace all the way home last night...I am tapped out. This, then, is my offering.

I'll be back. Have a great weekend!


  1. Both my girls couldn't stand being in their carseats for very long when they were babies. It made from some very trying visits to Grandma's house, which is a 6 hour drive away!

    Have a great weekend!

  2. ah, the white-hot carseat rage. good times.

    Have a good weekend!

  3. That little dolly cannot possibly be capable of carseat rage. I think you must have had a bad dream!!

  4. Yeah, I'm with Maggie. I think that you are trying to shift the blame for your problems onto a blameless child. Come to Auntie Becky, Grace!

  5. Wishing you speedy return of your mojo, and speedier departure of le dreaded StinkEye!!