Ginger Unplugged

"What happened to your bellybutton?" Long pause of shock and horror. "Oh, there's a Cheerio in it."

Here I am awake with Monkey at 3:34 am. This is not something I usually do. My amazing Husband gets the kids ALL the time. ALL of it. He was up 6 times with Monkey just last night. So as shrieks arose in the dark yet again I made Husband put in ear plugs (who actually fought me about it) and took Monkey on myself. He was drugged within an inch of his life because I had given him something earlier for teething and Husband forgot and gave him more (who cares about these things at 2 am?). After ten burps I finally brilliantly deduced the problem was gas but had no gas medicine. Did I mention the shrieking--not Monkey's usually hearty yell? Shrieking. Here I was dependent on home remedies again, although I considered driving him to a pharmacy if necessary (did I mention the shrieking?). I stuck a tiny bit of powdered ginger in his mouth (it's supposed to help digestion) but I had to do something more--he wasn't falling for, "Here, this is really delicious" again. Befo...

I don't think I remembered to tell many people that, "I'm off to California." So, uh, here I am back again, before you even noticed! I figured it wouldn't really matter unless there was an earthquake or something and none of you knew to come search the rubble for us, but there wasn't the slightest tremor so all's well that ends well, right? You can't argue with Shakespeare. To make up for not knowing about California beforehand, at least you can know about it in depth afterhand. Here are some of my memorable moments. 1. Discovering when the temp went up to 86 in Arizona that our air conditioning was out. The kids were good sports and luckily the sun set soon after that. 2. Crash waking us up every ten minutes to make sure we hadn't "jumped out the window" or anything. Tempting...but there were bars on the window, so we couldn't get away. 3. Husband's sister giving me every bit of food in her juice shop that is on my special diet....

I know you've all been waiting anxiously (and perhaps with a smidge of guilt and fear) to find out if I found someone to go with me to the Dave Matthews concert. The answer to that burning question is (loooooong pause)... YES! My very cool friend Katie immediately called after I blogged to take me up on my offer and then my dearest friend Carrie saw my plight (she'll do anything for someone in need--bless her kind heart) and offered to go, too. So the rest of you are officially off the hook. IF anyone else should really want to go, we have lawn tickets (it's at Usana Ampitheater ) so you can join us easily. Just let me know. The more the merrier. My mom, however, is not invited. I have naturally given her grief for years over her favorite musician because, as our good friend Bob says, "There are two kinds of people in the world, those who like Neil Diamond , and those who don't." Her response to my DMB predicament? "Well at least people know who Neil Dia...