It’s Sunday afternoon, and everyone in the house except me has been grappling with some sort of dual-evacuation stomach bug. Mom is laid out in the living room in her green recliner, looking like someone in an Edvard Munch painting.
True-ish Stories
Nor’easter Jack Update
Every six weeks, Jack gets to visit his namesake, Dr. Jack Rychik, for his regular cardiology appointment. On Tuesday, I had the privilege of escorting the Munch (solo this time) back to the mothership: the Cardiac Center at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia.
The Two and a Half Rule
Anyone watching me and Ryan at the grocery store might be excused for wondering if my vocabulary barely extends beyond two phrases: “We don’t need that” and “Put it back.”
Waiting Room Game
In my less charitable moments I think that certain classes of criminals — those who defraud the elderly, for instance, or animal abusers — should have to do part of their time chained up in the waiting room at a pediatrician’s office.
In Hell, Babies Cry All the Time
Ever been trapped in a pediatrician’s office with a screaming baby? This is a photo of Jack earlier this evening, right before his first night feed. In repose, his chubby cheeks out there like truffles. To sleep, perchance to munch. Rewind to 2:17 pm. Location: CHOP Primary Care, Bryn Mawr, PA. I know the time […]