Grandmommy
April 07 2006
I know many of you had heard that my grandmother fell down and broke her hip. At first, they thought they were going to have to do surgery, which is a very bad thing, since my grandmother is in very bad health, and the outlook was grim.
Since then, however, they've seen the surgeon that is supposedly "The Best" who has told them that surgery is not necessary at this point. While she will eventually need a hip replacement, it would be best to wait until the bones have healed since the broken bones are the ones that will be replaced.
The last I heard, the plan was to move Grandmommy to a nursing home today for rehabilitation. Hopefully, all went well with that. I will let you all know more when I do.
Since then, however, they've seen the surgeon that is supposedly "The Best" who has told them that surgery is not necessary at this point. While she will eventually need a hip replacement, it would be best to wait until the bones have healed since the broken bones are the ones that will be replaced.
The last I heard, the plan was to move Grandmommy to a nursing home today for rehabilitation. Hopefully, all went well with that. I will let you all know more when I do.
Bright shiny!
April 07 2006
I was jealous. You know, back in the day, I had a Pitas site. It was good and happy. But all my friends has LJ, so I moved on. Unfortunately, LJ won't let you post photos unless you pay them money. Capitalist pigs. No me gusta. So now I have a new toy.
Those of you who know me must surely realize that the only funny stories I have are about baby poop, so I don't promise any exciting reads, but have at it. As the baby does poop daily, I almost always have something to write about.For those of you who have not heard, Daniel has two teeth now. Two! Count 'em! And boy, are those suckers sharp! He can also sit unsupported and get himself into a sitting position from his stomach. How cute is that? (And by cute, I mean.. sweet heavens, he's getting old so fast, where did the time go?) And, get this.. he said "Dada!" Now, obviously, he loves his father more than he loves me, my heart is broken, I feel unloved, etc. But still, it's so cute! He doesn't know who he's calling dada (he keeps saying it to his feet, his diaper, his Exersaucer..) but in time, it will be used discriminately. I'm so proud.
Oh! And he can feed himself! It's the darnedest thing.. You can hand him a sippy cup, and he'll happily eat away. He's says that he's an independent man of the 2000's, but I think he's overestimating his own abilities at this point.
