A young blonde conversation...

Today the girls are sitting/laying together on the couch and I am sitting on the other couch on the other side of the room. I'm half listening to them talk and I can hear Lyndsey and Ana conversing about what Rachael used to do when she was little. I'm thinking this should be good.

Then Lyndsey asks me what Rachael used to do when she was little. Not sure what exactly she's asking by asking that question, I say, "what do you mean?" Ana chimes in with, "like when I was little" and Lyndsey quips, "Ana, you're still little". Ana then turns to me and tries to explain what Lyndsey meant with her question by saying "like me when I was little yesterday dad". I then ask Ana then if she's not little today... "So you're not little today?"

"No."

I didn't realize it happens like that!

KEIYH

Kids... changing your perspective for a millennia

Ahhh... a lovely Saturday morning, sun is shining and the birds are singing... supposed to be near 50 today. Time to get outside in some way and enjoy it, but first breakfast.

A morning ritual of mine (when not in the hospital) was to make a breakfast smoothie. Speaking of morning rituals... we all have them. Some make coffee... some have a smoke... some do both. I think that for most of us, usually a stop to the terlet (as Archie Bunker sez) to take care of some biz is generally in order. So for the first time since getting home, I made a smoothie.

In addition to the other rituals... we umm... fart... or what my dad would used to call it when I was little, a breezer. I know... Anyway, we call a fart a fart in this house and well with it being the morning and all I uhh... popped one off while pouring out some smoothie while Jake was walking behind me. It prompted a "EWW" from Jake. Then as he's walking to get his cup (so I can give him a refill) he mutters... "I wonder if you could taste a fart?"

My first thought was why would you want to? In my entire life... least from what I can remember of all the 45 years... I've never had the thought as to the tasteability of a fart.

KEIYH

Some things lift you up...

And some things keep you grounded in the here and now.

So with Emmah's passing, there's been a bit of shakeup in the car seat positioning. Lyndsey, Jakob and Rachael sat in the last row and Ana, Nick and Emmah sat in the middle row. Rachael wanted out of the last row and Ana wanted in the last row. Jakob "graduated" to the middle row and with that perhaps came the impetus for Rachael wanting in on that middle seat action. So yesterday, I moved Ana in the back with Lyndsey.

When it was time to get kids form school and Emmah was in the mix, she used to sit in the front seat... as in passenger. Jake, Nick and Ana in the middle and Lyndsey and Rachael in the rear. Then when Emmah was unable to go to school, she would keep an eye on the girls when I went to pick the other kids. Nick started sitting in the passenger's seat. He's continued to do so.

So today I had Ana and Lyndsey in the back. Picked up Jake and Rachael and they sat in the middle and off we went to get Nick. There is a 40 minute difference in release times between the two schools... Nick getting out 40 minutes later. Since it doesn't make much sense to go home for 15-20 minutes, I go directly from picking up Jake and Rachael. With any luck, Ana and Lyndsey will use this time to nap. Sometimes I use this time to sneak in a nap myself.

So there we are sitting in "line" with all the other cars waiting. I'm resting and listening to the chatter within the truck. I hear Rachael say, "Something fell from the sky." Now with the weather being fairly decent and sunny, I opened the sunroof about 6-8" or so and thought that if anything was falling from the sky, it would have hit me and not her behind me. So I'm wondering what the heck is going on. Rachael is sitting directly in front of Ana... she then asks Ana what was she throwing at her.

Ana's reply... "Boogers"

KEIYH

Many Thanks

Merci... Danke... Dziekuje... Grazie... Diolch... Ahiyi'ee... Wa'-Do... Nea'eshe... Ahehee'... Da-wah-eh... Gracias... Dank... Towayak... Iwgwien.

A nickel to anyone who can name (without cheating) each language... okay... maybe two nickels. To be honest and fair, I wouldn't be giving myself any nickels. I came across a website that claims to have over 465 ways to say thanks/thank you. I will take them at their word.

Thanks to all that made last Friday night the 26th (Angels for Emmah) an overwhelming amazingly memorable evening... neither it nor the efforts will be forgotten.

The evening was more than I could've imagined... and way more than we expected. People who wouldn't have known us without a program were in plentiful supply. Perhaps they were hungry for spaghetti. Perhaps is was for the baked goods. Perhaps is was for the prospect of winning prizes. Perhaps it merely was for having a kind and generous heart or for a wanting to help and in the absence of knowing what to do this just felt right. I think that it was for all of this and more. For whatever the reason, Emmah was not the only angel in attendance that night, everyone who came and/or contributed is truly an angel not only for Emmah but to us as well... we are blessed.

Thanks to everyone who planned this event, this was a massive undertaking. Thanks to everyone who helped those who planned... those who contributed their time, energy and expertise to help. Thanks to those who donated items whether it was food or items for the raffle/auction.

Just saying thanks seems somewhat inadequate and trite... much like saying sorry for your loss. In the end though, these words serve in their "inadequacy".

Thank you.

KEIYH