Seems like I've got nothing to talk about lately and the blog is quiet.

Not sure why though considering all the drama swirling around us these days. I've got so many things on my mind it's a wonder I sleep at night. June is coming down like a juggernaut ready to pound me into dust.

Kasia's preschool program which I love so much is coming to an end and I'm already starting to mourn. Where will she go from here? Daycare? School? None of it has been decided yet. Next week I meet with the school board to discuss that very issue. What can they offer to her in terms of support? If I send her to school, will someone be there to help her get off the bus, take off her coat, help her to sit quietly in class and not run amok? What about snacktime and lunch? Will they help her and encourage her to eat? And bring her to the bathroom? I worry about all of it. I also worry about the meeting itself and wonder how I will fare at representing and advocating for her.

Then there's the appointments. Last week the pediatrician, yesterday the bone age x-ray, next week the dentist, geneticist, and cancer centre, a week after that a trip to Sick Kids that'll be jam packed full of fun! Blood tests, urine samples, ultrasounds, x-rays and three different specialists.

Oh yeah, and Dino had his gallbladder removed last week. What was supposed to be day surgery turned into a 9-inch incision and a 6-week recovery.

And who could forget that sometime in the next few weeks I expect to get the results of Kasia's developmental assessment! What a blast those appointments were!! So much fun that I couldn't even bring myself to blog about it. I imagine the results will likely sting a lot more and for a lot longer than the actual assessment.


All this has got my addiction to EBay reved up into high gear! Add to the list of support groups I should probably join: EBayers Anonymous. When the mailman knows what size of pants you wear and your last order was sunglasses from Great Britain for your 4 year old.....welllll, you just might have a problem.


And speaking of that 4 year old - amazing how five minutes with the little ham can make ALL the bad stuff disappear, even if only for a little while.


(Note: these are not British sunglasses nor were they purchased on any online auctioning site. However, in this picture she does bear a striking resemblance to a young Elton John - British, and with his own fair share of drama.)