Aftercare instructions for today’s embryo transfer included taking folic acid, not eating raw meat or cheese, and not drinking alcohol. Got it. They also barred, for the next two weeks, swimming, jumping, and tanning beds.
Since these instructions seem quite specific, I’ll assume I can do everything else. Alligator wrangling is out – too close to bathing – but bison taming should be fine.
Wish me luck!
Well, we’re back! All it took was a few months of internet downtime, some heavyweight virus scrubbing, and the website wizardry of some helpful dude who would probably rather I called him a warlock.
Obviously, I’ve used the time to become an insensitive asshole. Let’s see what the kids have been up to.
Pandas!
Chinese Lantern Festival
Steamy and Delicious
Remember this guy? Remember when he couldn’t eat?
Running off the octopus!
Max isn’t just walking now, he’s running! And yelling! And eating really delicious grilled octopus! And Frida, well, she spends a lot of time singing songs in Italian as she rides her bike to school. A few days ago she thanked me for cooking dinner. She is a delight. A contemplative, straight-faced delight who has been doing her own zippers for so long it hardly seems noteworthy anymore.
That’s the update! The kids are 2 and 3, we’re still living in Monza, and it’s pomegranate season so I’d better go clean up the kitchen before someone mistakes it for a murder scene and starts dusting for prints.