“Those who are lifting the world upward and onward are those who encourage more than criticize.” ~Elizabeth Harrison

I have been asked a couple of times about the logistics of dealing with my daughter. As she gets older, and heavier, I get older (of course not heavier!) and she is harder to lift. How have I dealt with this? I recently remodled her room. I installed a lift on a track that goes

“squeak, squeak …”

I pretty much have no idea why she is crying. Well, I have an idea or two, but she can’t tell me, can’t confirm. I do everything I can. Finally, I sit on the couch holding her as  she cries. For an hour. Good thing this blog is anonymous. Nothing to do but hold her.

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“There cannot be a crisis today; my schedule is already full.” ~Henry Kissinger

Sometimes I travel with my daughter and we are on the road for many hours. It is amazing to be going 65 miles per hour and have some kid zoom past our van obviously text messaging at the same time. This has led me to the awful thought … What would happen if we got

“He braw was a bit dirty so she just has a T Shirt.” ~miscreant aide

The email sent to the superintendent of school’s office … As I did last year, I want to document a summary of the summer program that my daughter attended while it is still fresh in everyone’s mind. The nurse that was with my daughter’s group actually worked closely with my daughter and got to know

“It’s okay to eat fish because they don’t have any feelings.” ~Kurt Cobain

We see most of our doctors in a major children’s hospital in a major city. Usually the appointments are in the doctor’s clinic, a very busy time. I have no problem with that. Before seeing the doctor, our name is called and we go into some room, usually with a young non-doctor type for my

“Why can’t a woman be more like a man?” ~Henry Higgins

Just crying, out of the blue. She does not cry much, actually very little, so when she does, there is a reason. But what on earth is the reason? I wiggle her ears, it does not get worse. I touch her belly, check her limbs, move her around, nothing seems to exaggerate it, nothing seems

My pencil is yellow

Until very recently, all of the nannies (caregivers) for my children have been Russian. My daughter’s first nanny was Russian by coincidence. Then one recommends another, etc. All have also been recently "off the boat" and have had very little English. The interesting part is that they have great backgrounds. You see, they come here