Oh No! September 5, 2008
Around 10 p.m., as Labor Day was winding down and my anxiety was winding up in anticipation of my fast-approaching date with the Graduate Record Exam, Lily’s face collided with a coffee table edge. Ten minutes later, we were at the Tacoma General ER, wondering how on earth doctors give babies stitches, hoping in the relatively short history of modern emergency medicine someone had developed a truly gentle way to coax suture thread through a baby’s eyebrow. Ha.
Thankfully, the attending physician declared the wound “not gaping” and decided a few applications of Dermabond, a glue for superficial cuts, would do the trick. However, despite the downgraded seriousness of the injury, Lily was still held down by three adults as the doc applied the superglue. She struggled, she shrieked, she cried, and she screamed.
But now the injury is forgotten and thankfully Lily bears no ill will toward the coffee table.
London, 2012? August 30, 2008
So inspired was she by the muscles, the motion, and the sheer athleticism on display at the Beijing Olympics, Lily J. could not help but drag her parents straight to the local Y, sign up on the spot, and start running, bouncing, and swimming her way into peak physical toddler form.
Here she is in a brand new suit, gearing up for her first swim at the Y.
Mister Cooga June 29, 2008
I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting this. In Pilot J’s absence — he’s getting some much needed R and R down at the capital — these other two floor dwellers have had some time to get to know one another. At first, Cooga was a little hesitant, a little bit shy. But Lily, well, Lily was always sure as all hell that this furry, four-legged barking person who so shamelessly poops outdoors for all the world to see would just love her. She, it turns out, was on the money.




























