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Superhero Gloves

My camera, alas, needs to go back to the Canon mothership for possible repairs. I just hope it's not totalled. Meanwhile, another Brownie mom sent me this shot of Charlie taking his turn with the flag in the parade. Check out his "superhero gloves." He likes to wear socks on his hands. This is a problem because he barely has enough socks for his feet. Where do all the socks go?

Sooner Than I Thought, The Day Has Come

No kiss from the bus! I am chalking this up to the fact that Summer ran to the car to get her library book and therefore was running to get the bus with her jacket, her books, and her bag, and when she got on she was busy trying to square herself away with all that stuff and did not have time to turn around but... but... Nooooooooooooooo! I need to catch that kiss and press it on my cheek or else, what will my day be like? :(

Three-Round Musket Volley

I almost feel bad posting this, because there are lovely shots of Summer proudly holding the American flag, but really, how cute are the Brownies? And notice how my friend Hazel is hunched over protecting Baby Oscar's ears.

People.

Come ON. Vanilla wafer? That is HILARIOUS! Where are my comments?

What Passes for Water Cooler for Conversation in Construction

Jeff's been working in Dorchester, on the T tracks. Yesterday he went into a bodega for some fluids and a woman said to him, "Hey vanilla wafer, buy me a scratchie?" This eclipses the previous funniest thing ever said to him at work (according to me--he probably has more), which was when a (male) oil dispatcher, after talking to him on the phone a bunch of times, met him in person and said "It's a shame you so ugly, 'cause your voice sounds so sweet."

Hop On--Here We Go

Suddenly Charlie is very concerned about his ear. He wants his right ear to look like his left ear. We went for a walk on our side street. I told him that I know a doctor who can help us.

"How will he do it?" Charlie asked.

"First you will go to sleep. Then the doctor will put a piece of plastic shaped like an ear on your head, and cover it with your own skin. Then you will wake up and it will be red and puffy for a long time, but we can go to Disneyland," I said.

When we got back from the walk, I called Julie, Dr. Reinisch's scheduler. I explained to her that my son  has microtia. Charlie began whining. "I don't want microtia!"

"Charlie," I laughed. "That's just a fancy word for 'little ear.'"

"Oh!" Charlie said, and went back to his Legos.

Julie told me that she had had a cancellation for September 11. I think that's too soon--we have to sort out the extra-ear-canal-ectomy situation. But she's holding it for me.

Oscar Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Bike shop clerk: Is that your baby?
Me: Yes.
BSC: How old is he?
Me: Six months.
BSC: What's his name?
Me: Oscar.
BSC: That's my name too!