Pop Quiz

What would you do if your kid was bald?

40% of you said, Let him track boar through the jungle and talk to the island.
25% of you said, Wax it, just to see if you could get a good reflection out of it.
35% of you said, Rent ad space.

Red Dye #48

Because sometimes when we aren't spending all of our lives in clinic, we try to come up with new ways to occupy our time. (The house will get cleaned at some point...before the kids go off to college.)

Le Port, Part Deux

I thought we had taken care of this already. Ports can flip when not stitched down, although it's very rare.

Rare. The next time I want to hear that word, it better be referring to that steak I'm treating myself to.

Children of the Corn Maze

Natalie: Eve, I'm so glad you're better!
Eve: Yeah!
Natalie: Eve, do you know why I'm glad you're not sick anymore?
Eve: Yeah!
Natalie: I was sad when you were sick. I like it that you're not on chemotherapy anymore.
Eve: Yeah!
Natalie: And I like it that Mommy can come do things with me at school again.
Eve: Yeah!
Natalie: And I think you look better with hair.

Inspiration

So I had one of those AH-HA! moments today. You know, when I was being totally productive and killing time I don't have on YouTube.

The littlest crew chief.

Someone has made it onto the Jeff Gordon Foundation website.

Nothing else to report from the Griffith household, unless you count the daily reminders of little Tyler, a neighborhood boy in Natalie's class that carpools with us.

Her hair is *almost* long enough for a ribbon...

"What can I do to help?"

I'm cashing in on your offers of help over the past year. I hope you meant it when you said you wanted to do something.

Love from Natalie's Mom

I prepared last week for a weekend of family and food by eating lightly dressed lettuce for lunch and dinner everyday. (Well, except for that pizza buffet I talked myself into, but I'm pretty sure that didn't count because I was eating it with Eve, whose presence alone ensures I burn a few hundred calories just by doing loops around the pizza bar and repeating the phrases, Eve, sit down and Eve, no more salt on your pizza and Eve, stop running into the kitchen.)

The Eye.

Today was Eve's follow-up appointment in radiation-oncology. Hard to believe it's been six months since we nuked her guts. Times flies when you're glowing green, I suppose.