Mexican Stand-Off

There was nothing today that was unusual, extraordinary nor special, but Daddy and I did have a Mexican stand-off of sorts after his execution of the now nightly administration of Flovent. Ya see, I need to drink about 2oz. of liquids after consuming the magic air to avoid a nasty yeast infection from taking root in my sweet, sweet mouth.

Those that know me are well aware that I've a determination second to none and said determination reared it's proud and questionably ugly head while defying Daddy from his altruistic intentions of making his dearest daughter imbibe post-inhaler H2O as prescribed. In simple terms for y'all: Twasn't gonna happen.

Not surprisingly and true to form, McDad wasn't willing to play my game so he left me alone to suffer my consequences (but within reach of the bottle of juice/water, with a dangling carrot promise of Dora and Diego videos to come if I were to only drink a little juice/water). It's quite funny to take a critical look at the different parenting styles exhibited between Mommy and Daddy. One is all business while the other is a totally sliding scale of marshmallow yummy-ness.


She who says please is thusly awarded

Feeling Good Again

Man, it never seems to end with the asthma-induced agony. After a fun Saturday including an action packed revista/review Spanish session at Sponge with Campbell and my peeps, Daddy and I headed home where the plan was to take a nap before heading over to the Smiths for some more Campbell action and an adult dinner prepared by Mommy and Daddy with Doug and Tia to celebrate everyone's birthdays over the past few months.

The nap Daddy really wanted me to have turned out to be more than a guy could hope for. I was wired for sound and feeling really good. After 2.5 hours of bossing my guys around in the crib, Daddy finally faced the music and begrudingly liberated me from an afternoon behind bars. He was positive that he would be miserably regretting that somehow he'd mismanaged my sleep time and that the anxiety of the impending Ella-nobyl meltdown interrupting his much anticipated fete with the Smiths was almost too much to deal with.

As it turned out, Campbell and I had a GREAT TIME playing until 10PM... The time that Mommy and Daddy chose to leave (The time they chose to leave - They weren't leaving on my account). How do you like that? And I was as pleasant as pie the whole time.

That all came to an abrupt end at about 1:30AM when I couldn't breathe anymore and was truly miserable. Mommy got up with me and fruitlessly tried every trick in her comprehensive book of tricks to try and get me to sway even one inch from inconsolable. Twas a long night for everybody. Everybody except Daddy this is... Turns out two Champagne and vodka martinis (known as "The Big O") along with healthy courses of white and red wine is enough to buy a guy immunity on this night's edition of Survivor. At 3:30AM Mommy confided in me that she hoped the bastard's head hurt the next morning. Just for the record... It didn't.

We were supposed to have a play date at our house Sunday morning with my friend Sophia Tiritilli so that her mom and dad could get some stuff done around the house before the impending arrival of Baby No. 2. Since I was clearly under the weather, Daddy quickly formulated Plan B and set a course that involved retrieving Sophia from her house and relocating her to Green Lake where he would escort Miss Tiritilli around the lake atop my Radio Flyer tricycle. Upon completion of this task he was to engage in play employing, but not limited to: swings, slides, teeter-totters and bucked-toothed otters. His report was that his 2+ hour respite from The Grumpiest and Most Uncomfortable Toddler, or GMUTE for short, was a success on all fronts.


Check out my pal Sophia... She's got the Billy Idol snarl!

The rest of Sunday was a bit of a grind for everybody but my spirits were gradually lifting as Daddy's diligent nebulizer sessions were definitely helping. But I was constantly on the edge of a full-blown attack so The Parents were busy formulating a plan to get me to Dr. Spector's the next morning to make sure my condition wasn't pneumonia or something similarly severe.

By Monday I was much better due to getting nebbed all through the night and a cocktail drip of non-stop Dora and Diego. Dr. Spector had a listen through his stethoscope and determined that I was suffering from nothing more than my already diagnosed garden variety asthma. But he sent Mommy on her way with a prescription for a preventative inhalant called Flovent. Daddy gave me my first dose last night and two more today. I truly feel like I'm on top of the world. I even slept ALL NIGHT last night.

Homeslice

Today the Dad and I spent our second consecutive day at home due to both magnanimous and fortuitous circumstances: Monday was MLK Jr. day and today was a snow day. One was planned one was not... Both are a saddle-sore on the hide of a toddler and a rock in the shoe of a working parent. I WANNA GET BACK TO MY ROUTINE!! Meanwhile, Daddy wants to get back to his poutine.

In order to keep me from totally going stir-crazy Daddy invited Amy, Audrey and beau Henry Light over for a play-a-thon. If Papa Jack were here it would've been a play-a-thong of course, but that evokes a sordid tale for another time.

Alice Herron

This morning Daddy bundled me up for the lengthy trek to south West Seattle for our first peek at new baby Alice Herron, the cute-as-a-button daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Brett Herron. And in a bit of a plot twist, Mommy did the same later in the day so that she could lay virgin eyes on Miss Alice, or Baby Photogenic as Daddy and I now refer to her as.





Dear Family Keaveny: Click on either image above and you will be blessed with a big, high-resolution image suitable for viewing/downloading/printing. Who said your boy Kip in Seattle ain't showing no love? Congrats to John, Nancy, Karen and Pat for becoming grandparents for the first or umpteenth time... Your kids rate among my faves and your new granddaughter is the cats meow!

Mom and Daddy Visit Rosy

This weekend I stayed and played with Papa and Nana while Mommy and Daddy returned to San Francisco to visit Daddy's Aunt Rosy. She's 88 and has been kicking ass and taking names in the Marina District of San Francisco for over 33 years.

On the Way to Bodega

This weekend Mommy, Daddy and I are flying into Oakland, CA with Papa Jack. The purpose is to meet up with Nana and the Trautwein family to celebrate the life of my late great-grandmother, Mariedna Gossage Simpson Nelson, or GG as I've always known her. You may remember that when I was very wee mom took me on a flight to Laguna Beach to meet GG herself.

Great-Auntie Sue Trautwein and Nana rented a house on Bodega Bay for the whole family to bunk at in order to attend GG's memorial and connect as a family: Great-Uncle Tom Trautwein, the aforementioned Sue Trautwein, 2nd cousin Chad Trautwein and his daughter Jordan, 2nd cousins Todd and Kerry Trautwein with their children Evan and Natalie. Also in attendance was a little hired help in the form of Jordan's nanny named Jessica.

This is also big for the family three as this is my first flight in my own seat. Daddy and Mommy are looking forward to having me bolted down so that they don't have to spend the 2 hour flight getting lap dances courtesy of yours truly... the WRONG kind of lap dance.