The Ferry Family

The lives and adventures of the Ferry Family: Boston Edition, Amanda, Christopher, and Mayhew. Mostly Mayhew. Let's face it, that's who you want to hear about anyway, isn't it?

Saturday, January 27, 2007

News and notes

First, May is really walking. Those first few tentative steps last week
were, well, just baby steps. She continued to take tottering little
shuffle steps all week but then, this afternoon, casually turned, let
go of Christopher's ottoman and just walked towards me. Since then
she's been wandering up and down the hallway, chasing the cat, and
generally causing me to get terrified.

I suspect I'll be running around after her by Wednesday.

Second, on less happy note, Grandma Murray had to go back in for another heart
surgery on Friday. Turns out she had another blockage, this one probably jarred loose by the last operation. She seems to be recovering well, however.

Along those line, Grandpa Murray was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Which, apparently, isn't really all that big a deal. They've done an MRI to make sure it hasn't spread, butapparently that's all. No treatment necessary. It's non-lethal.

Cool. Wish all cancers were like that.

Thirdly, everyone is friggin sick. There's a cold and a stomach virus crashing through the Northeast population and everyone has got it. I hope you all feel better.

Fourthly, crazy mad props to Steve for finishing his comps on Thursday. Everyone say "Huzzah!" for the future PhD.

(I'm trying to swear less and so am at a loss for emphatic amplification
words. Please bear with me as I try to Bowdlerize my language and
stumble through with phrases like "crazy mad" or, I swear to God I
actually said "wicked" the other day. Must take day trip out of Boston
soon.)

Fifth. Cathy started her new job this week. Huzzah for her as well.

I feel I'm missing a major news item, but there was a car alarm going off
for an hour this morning, beginning at at 5:04. By the time we'd called
it into the cops, gone out, found out thelicence number, the cops called the jerk who owned it (I say he was a jerk not because his alarm went off, which could happen to anyone, but because he was a Jetta driver and, no offense to anyone, but mostly jerks drive Jettas), it was about when we got up anyway so we just... got up.

So I got less sleep than usual last night.

Not that I get much sleep on usual nights anyway.

Oh, and May didn't really nap today. She sorta kinda dozed for about 35 minutes in the middle of the afternoon, but she kept waking up and a fire truck woke her up for good. I got her to sleep a little while ago.

But I didn't get a nap, either.

Sigh.

1 Comments:

At 7:20 PM, Blogger decemberist said...

For all those reading this, Amanda has no chance of May not swearing like a sailor by age two. I visited her, and she tried not to swear, then swore about it. (No kidding, like a sitcom.) I dont even think a tip jar with the penalty for swearing would work. Give her some suggestions though. I can filter it if I want, so Im useless at this. Otherwise, prepare for a bitchin' May.

 

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