Ear, Ear

After 10 months with tubes, Kate has an ear infection.

And her behavior tonight, after the diagnosis of said infection, makes me wonder how long she has been in pain.

It would explain so much: the poor sleep, the poor eating, the temper tantrums. I mean, not that last one 100% — she is 3, after all — but you would be cranky too if, after 10 months, that special hellish pain — pain that you had lived with for approximately 16 months of your 27-months-long life — pain that had wholly disappeared, was suddenly back. And with a vengeance if that goop draining out of her ear is any indication.

Dan and I have been taking turns talking her down from another epic tantrum. I would just put her to bed, but we have to get some medicine in her. Oral antibiotics AND drops. But we’re not doing anything until she chills the heck out.

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For the Record

Shopping at Costco and then getting the stuff into the house when your driveway is under 24+ inches of snow is not the easiest thing in the world to do.

Thank goodness for neighbors with sleds. And Dan’s reluctant 18-year-old cousin who just happened to be next door.

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Sno-apallooza

(I really have to keep the girls away from my camera. Images smeary due to fingerprints on lens. But you get the idea.)

This is Kate.

That’s my car. Somewhere in there.

Forging On.

Tree.

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SNOMG

I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the Pittsburgh area’s going to get a little bit of snow tonight and into tomorrow.

Reports vary between 3 to 7 inches all the way up to a foot.

I don’t care. (Well, I am going to stop and pick up orange juice. At a gas station on my way home. Then I won’t care.) I don’t plan in driving in it, though I could if I wanted to. (I’m an Erie girl with new tires on my car.)

I’ve renewed the library DVDs that were due tomorrow, and now the girls and I have no reason to leave the house. And I like it that way.

We are going to do arts and crafts, drink hot chocolate, watch TV. I will probably attempt to get some of the paper in my house under control (primarily by shredding old bills). I may get caught up on laundry.

I’m sure we will traipse out into the snow at some point. I’ll shovel, the girls will attempt to make snowballs and build a snowman.

Going outside in snow is actually an exercise in underpreparedness (if that’s a word) for us. The girls have snow pants and snow jackets and snow boots, but not snow gloves; their hands get very wet and cold. Their hats and scarves are fine. I don’t have any snow gear appropriate for sledding or snowman building. It’s kind of pathetic.

And while Flora delights in playing in snow, Kate finds it very hard to move when she’s all bundled up. It makes me giggle to see her. I feel a little bad about it. But as I’m attempting to build a snowman in one of Dan’s winter coats (WAY too big for me) and not get snow in my shoes, it’s impressive that I can laugh about something.

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Random Thoughts: The Scary Show

1. To be perfectly honest, all I want to do is go watch the season premiere of Lost again.

2. Something I forgot to mention about Tuesday night: Flora watched the season premiere of Lost with us. At least the last hour and 15 minutes of it. If I hadn’t been so aggravated it would have been amusing. I had to cover her eyes during the Smokey scene, The Wolfman commerical with Benicio Del Toro, and another commerical for a video game rated ‘M’. Awesome.

3. Quotes from the night from Flora. “Why do you stay up late at night?” “What is this scary show?” “Why do you want to learn about scary things??” (Please note: At least she thinks TV is educational.) “When is the scary show going to be over?”

4. I really struggled with today’s post because, once again, I am tired. Once again, I received a 5 a.m. wake up call from Kate, and then ended up with both of them in bed with Dan & me. And I don’t mean to complain about not sleeping, primarily because it gets old (for you and me), but because generally my girls are GREAT sleepers.

5. Which is part of the problem, because Dan and I have been spoiled by babies and toddlers who slept 12 hours or so a night (starting around six months or so), and lately it’s all been disrupted, and neither Dan nor I are dealing with it very well.

6. Why did Flora watch Lost with us? Because she wasn’t tired. And she wasn’t tired because Tuesday morning she woke up (and woke me up) at 4 a.m., but she took a nap at daycare (one of the DCL’s that day: “Is Flora okay? Because she actually took a nap today.” Grrrr.), so wasn’t tired at bed time. And she knew her father was home, and she knows her father is a pushover, so after I had been upstairs twice (during commercial breaks) she came downstairs and appealed to him. And he did try to talk her into going back upstairs to bed, but he didn’t actually take her upstairs to bed, because Flora would have wanted him to stay with her and sleep in her room, and Dan is a pushover, so instead of saying ‘no’ and hearing her cry, he didn’t really say anything, and we listened to her whinge about how scary our TV show was.

7. Holy run-on sentences, Batman.

8. Is it next Tuesday yet?

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Lost: LA X

Wow!

Totally worth the wait.

I was very surprised to see Juliet last night. And what a tease it was, further destroying Sawyer (and my husband, a little bit).

She said (via Miles), “It worked.” And, if the 2004 timeline with Oceanic Flight 815 landing in Los Angeles is the ‘real’ timeline (I have my doubts about that), then it did. So what are the Ajira Flight 316 survivors doing running around on the Island, still, in 2007?

At first I thought that somehow, even though they get to land in LA in 2004, they end up on the Island anyway in 2007. But as their memories don’t seem to have skipped, I don’t think this theory works. The 2007 timeline proceeds directly from 1977 and the destruction of the Swan site.

In the 2004 timeline, Jack is clearly feeling wonky. The disappearance of his father’s body is upsetting, but I also think it’s foreboding: I think it’s a sign that this 2004 timeline isn’t true. Yes, it is actually happening. Somehow the bomb — the reset — has split the survivors’ reality (shades of quantum physics).

And somehow, this 2004 reality is going to fall apart bit by bit until only the 2007 reality stands. Although, maybe I have that wrong, and the 2004 timeline will solidify. The timelines are interacting somehow (the bullet graze on Jack’s neck in the airplane bathroom; Charlie declaring, “I was supposed to die.”).

Interesting that Kate hijacks the taxi with Claire in it (Hi, Claire!). I wonder if she (Claire) is pregnant, and if Kate is going to help deliver the baby again.

Do you think Kate will ever give up running? Jeez Louise woman, you killed a man in cold blood. Justified or no, you gotta face up to that and take your punishment. Put enough straight men on that jury, and make yourself into a sympathetic witness. Put on some lip gloss and cross your legs. You won’t be in jail long.

Sorry, my way of saying, again: sick of the running woman bit. I’m actually liking Kate on the Island more so far.

Although in contrast, I enjoyed seeing Sawyer act the part of cock of the walk in LA. I’ve never been hot for Josh Holloway, but that dimple and the deviltry in his eyes were killing me last night.

And where did Desmond go? Back to his seat? I’m thinking no. (Dan said, “Desmond wasn’t on the plane!” meaning Flight 815. But I pointed out that theoretically the Swan hadn’t been built because Juliet blew it up, so he could have been. This was quickly disproved the next time we returned to the Island to see the destroyed Hatch.)

I knew Not-Locke was the Smoke Monster. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” Uh, yeah.

Co-worker Lost theory: Richard was a slave on the Black Rock, hence the line about seeing him out of chains. Could Richard have been any more shocked to see Not-Locke? He clearly has an inkling of what is going on (“Don’t shoot him!”), but was still caught utterly flat-footed. And got his clocked cleaned, too.

So, the war is coming: Not-Locke heading to the Temple, the Temple people preparing. The ash clearly points to the fact that it was never Jacob in that cabin; it was what/who is walking around as Not-Locke now. The original crash of Flight 815 must have disturbed the ash (which is why Not-Christian was wandering around, although a co-worker points out that they never found Christian’s body. Christian is a possible wild-card.)

I want to cast Not-Locke as a dark angel, a fallen deity, one trying, as he said ominously last night, to “go home”. Which would make Jacob the good angel/shepard. Was Jacob somehow set over Not-Locke (is the Man in Black ever going to reveal his identity? Lucifer? Esau? Come on!)? Or are our assumptions (good guys wear white, for instance) being challenged? Was Jacob the bad guy in the scenario? It would be hard to believe. Jacob sets about, even after he’s dead, to heal Sayid (although, notably, not Juliet); Not-Locke turns into the Smoke Monster and slaughters a bunch of the “good guys”.

Yeah, I’m going with Not-Locke being bad. Prove me wrong.

Finally: I gasped — literally gasped, with my hands up over my mouth — when Sayid sat up at the end of the episode. (And not just a “holy cats Naveen Andrews in a black tank top” gasp.) I didn’t see that coming. Haven’t we been told: Dead is dead. We also know that Sayid will not be the same. I wonder if his innocence has been restored? I tend to think the Island is a place of rebirth and redemption. I guess I fall on the Locke side of the man of faith/man of science dichotomy. Which maybe means that Sayid’s past as a torturer and murderer has been erased, and he has been reborn.

Or, conversely, he’s going to be utterly devoid of remorse on this go-round.

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Conspiracy

Flora came into our room at 4 a.m.

I let her climb into bed with us, because I was too tired to do anything else.

This was a mistake.

Because now, as I mentioned on Twitter, I am running on five hours of sleep and two hours of angry. That child poked me, sighed at me, stole my blankets. What she did not do: GO BACK TO SLEEP.

When I asked her to go back to her own bed, she cried. When I angrily got up at 5:30 a.m. to shower and go to work, she cried.

“No one goes to work at night, Mommy,” she told me.

No, dearest older daughter of mine, people sleep at night.

I wouldn’t care all that much, except I have two hours of BRAND NEW LOST to get through tonight. If I could throw in the towel at 8:30 or 9 p.m., wouldn’t matter. But I gotta make it, awake and alert, to 11 p.m.

It’s the only show I watch. I’ve been waiting nine months for this.

Let’s hear it for a cat nap after dinner. I’ll even let them watch Max & Ruby if they want.

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Belated

It’s not as good as a Steelers’ Super Bowl (which is what I got the day after my birthday last year), but it’s awfully dang close.

Lost returns for its final season — its final 18 hours — tomorrow night (two days after my birthday).

I cannot wait.

I think that things change, but not the way Jack expects them too. He expects that the lives of the Oceanic Flight 815 passengers just reset, but he’s wrong. Season 6 can’t just be a show about a bunch of people who didn’t crash on The Island, you know?

The five must-answer questions for me:

Who is Jacob? (Corollary: Who is the Man in Black/Esau?)
What is The Island?
Who/What is Richard Alpert?
Why couldn’t women give birth on the Island?
What was the deal with Claire? (Corollary: What’s up with Aaron?)

I’ll be following post-game day breakdowns (so to speak) with Doc Jenson, the TV Club at Slate, and at the Lostpedia wiki. I’ll be offering my own thoughts and theories here, of course, probably in a sleep-deprived stupor.

But that’s nothing new.

Anywhere else I should consult? How about you: What do you want to know?

Oh, yeah, I totally forgot: Yesterday was my third blog-o-versary. Happy year 3 of blogging. Still digging this thing!

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I Don’t Think He Gets It

This is (one of) Dan’s gifts to me today.

He got it here.

Funny guy, huh?

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Cats!

Guess what I’m doing tonight?

I’m a little excited.

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