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The Beach, She Always Calls Me

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I’ve been at the beach all week working. I’ve been working on a few projects and working at work and having a splendid time.

One of the things that I do well is take time for myself and I have an amazing husband who wholeheartedly supports my need to recharge my ever-depleting batteries. He’s never once not been supportive of my need to volunteer (which strangely gives me more energy), to be creative (an entire room in our house is devoted to crafting), or to maintain friendships (time away from him and the kids) because he knows how much those all mean to me.

The beach is one place that I find my center and when I am here without my kids I feel like the center I’ve found again will stay balanced a little while longer than it would if I were without them somewhere else.

This trip has been a planning time for me to think about and brainstorm about some new things on the horizon for me and it was timely to come when it did. Last year when I planned this trip I knew we’d have Quinn’s transplant behind us but I didn’t know some other projects would come into focus or that I’d be planning some different things this year for myself personally.

It’s been good to do that; to focus on something besides failing kidneys and meds and school IEPs this week and I’m grateful to have the chance to do it because Julian makes it possible.

So thanks J-man. You are an awesome husband. And each time I was on the porch of the little rental house (brainstroming/thinking/relaxing) I thought of you. Well, most times anyway.

Creatively Speaking

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I live a (mostly) stressful life, but don’t we all? And we all deal with it differently. One outlet for me is creative writing (in addition to scrapbooking, movie-watching, altered book creating) and so I’ve started a new blog.

Launched just this week it features pictures that I’m drawn to for their vintage and mysterious (or funny, or strange or completely whacked) quality. I’m writing stories about the people in the photos. That’s right. I’m just making it all up.

Sometimes there is a clue about the date or name and location but most of the photos have nothing. They were found in junk bins at flea markets or boxes at an estate sale or eBay, as my last box was discovered. My sister gave me about 20 for my birthday after I told her about my plans to give old pictures stories. For the most part the photos are pre-1930s but some newer ones are speaking to me too.

I have no idea if the stories are good, but they are fun to write. And as Dawn points out it’s a little creepy because she reads them and thinks they are real. My sister, Pat, says they probably are real because dead people are speaking to me.

Like I don’t have enough people yammering inside my head.

Visit Vintage Photo Stories and comment people! Cause it’s your love I need.

Just a little preview of a picture of a story I am working on now. Meet Nora and Opal.

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Spoken in the Mutant Family Household, Lent Edition

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Me: “What are we giving up for Lent?”

Julian: “Haven’t we given up enough?”

Me: “You mean like a normal life, money, time and travel? THAT? Is THAT what you are speaking of?”

Julian: “Yes.”

Me: “I’m actually kind of bitter about it.”

Julian: “Haha.”

Me: “I wasn’t kidding.”

Julian: “Oh.”

Spoken in the Mutant Family Household, Gone Mental Edition

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Yeah, so to deal with the stress of our son being committed we’ve decided to go all out with jokes. I know, it offends, but whatever, we can’t help ourselves. It’s ALL WE’VE GOT.

We spoke to Gage one night when he was in the hospital. He said a lot of okays and yeses and I hate this place! I said I love you, miss you, you are my son and you will come home. We were thinking maybe he would like home more now. We have to be better than a mental hospital, right?

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Julian: (committing Gage as he was about to go out of town) “This was a hell of a way to have a quiet weekend.”

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During my visit with Gage on the Saturday while he was committed (and still on “One-to-One” care)

Me: “How did you sleep?”

Gage: “I kept waking up because I had a guy staring at me.”

Me: “Was he reading or anything?”

Gage (chuckling): “No…he was just staring at me all night…it was very weird.”

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Quinn (while Gage was still in the hospital): “When Gage comes home, do you think he will like me again?”

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We’ve referred to the hospital Gage was in as: Mental Hospital, Loony Bin, Padded Room, Nut House.

Julian points out: “A lot like home.”

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Gage (on the food): “They don’t even have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

Me: “Really?”

Gage: “I know! They want me to eat meat!”

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Gage (on his first day back): “There were a lot of teenagers there. And they are very loud. I heard them all the time.”

Me: “I heard you were loud.”

Gage: “Not that loud.”

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Quinn: “It is really quiet without Gage here.”

Me: “Yeah, it is.”

Quinn: “I wish it were louder, but not too loud, like Gage loud.”

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Gage (while he was in the hospital, on the phone one night): “I have to go someone else is calling me.”

Turns out that the nurse told Gage that other parents were calling other kids.

Guest Post, My Mutant Valentine

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This is the silent half of the mutant family household. That’s right, Julia’s husband.  As I am sure the regular readers are aware, I am not a reader of the blog. My position is that I live it, so why do I need to read about it. But I do understand the need for the blog from both Julia’s and the reader’s perspective.

Although I am not a reader of the blog, I didn’t think that would prevent me from being a guest writer on Valentine’s Day, which by the way is cheaper than a dozen roses. Although I am not as talented of a writer as my wife, it allows me the opportunity to share my thoughts on this woman that is not only a mother and advocate for a couple of special needs kids, but is my wife, my lover and my friend.

Hallmark never seems to have the right card to say what I truly feel, so this year I decided to save my $5 and let the words come from my heart. It is sometimes difficult to express my thoughts for Julia because our life is complicated and for that matter, so is she. I consider myself one of the luckiest men alive to be able to share my life with her. When we met almost 20 years ago, we had no idea what our future life would hold.  It has been filled with lows and highs, tears and laughter, heartache and celebrations. These ups and downs can take its toll on a marriage. It takes patience, understanding, more listening then talking, a sense of humor and respect to get you through those times. She is a source of strength for me and I could not, nor would I want to go through this life without her.

I see her everyday loving, caring and advocating for our kids and still have the drive, energy and desire to share her story, experience and knowledge to help others. She spends late nights on the phone talking with parents, literally from all over the world, that have just gotten the news that their dreams of a healthy child has changed. She spends hours writing and blogging to tell our story not only as an outlet for her but to provide strength and encouragement to others that are advocating for their children. She amazes me every day with the depths of love, compassion and strength that she has.

So to Julia, my one true love, I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day. You are my Valentine everyday as we, side by side, deal with the highs and lows of life.

I love you.

Julian

Dear Gage (he who has surpassed a decade),

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Happy Birthday!

What a year, eh? It wasn’t good or bad by the standards we set (well, actually, we don’t use a standard) but it sure was a long one.

From depression to behavior issues and new meds to a psych admittance. It’s not exactly stellar in that regard, but you did have kidney function for the entire year. With the exception of a hospital stay for a staph infection (because of you are immunocompromised) your kidney didn’t give you any trouble.

Except, you know, we have no idea what lead you to the crossroads of psychological and psychiatric care. Except maybe your (big, already) life experience, nearly dying, genetics, drug interactions, just your personality, or any combination of all of the above.

You are an amazing boy. Amazing. There are several reasons why I think you are amazing but today’s reason is that you are a true survivor. I’ve never witnessed a boy so trapped inside their sadness as I have seen with you yet you still found a way to survive without splitting in two. Knowing what we know now I think your shutting down and tuning out was  your way to deal with not being able to process, explain, understand what was happening in your brain. Your instinct to shut down is what saved you. I am so sorry that we couldn’t find what would help sooner. We’re hopeful for you for the first time in a long, long time.

You are slowly coming back to us. Just yesterday you were smiling while you were listening to others in the room. I watched you as you were listening to another conversation and I couldn’t believe it. For nearly two years we could barely interest you in a conversation where you were a participant.

I keep thinking that I am dreaming then I am whipped back into reality when you are explaining to me how a lego generator you just built propels the belt thingy that jets out from the part that sweeps up the trash. When released, your mind is magical. I’ve longed to hear such a story from you.

I’m hoping that the 11th year is yours to learn and enjoy and to grow. My birthday wish for you is to make up for some of the time you lost while you were ten. I love you. I promise to try to help make your 11th year a stellar one. I hope you smile more, laugh more, learn more and love life more.

Love,

Momma

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One of your greatest qualities is marching to your own music,

which is miles ahead others who march to their own drum.

Never caring what others think (mostly) about the big stuff

will take you far. Solidly into your 2nd decade,

where I hope you will build your life on

whatever makes you happy and fight against the tide.

Surprising Me. And Not.

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Just some samples…you guess which is a surprise and which is not a surprise.

  • Gage asked to go to his old play therapist.
  • Gage got in trouble at school.
  • He told us something and we didn’t believe him. Then we changed our minds and did.
  • Quinnlin got great compliments from her teachers about her handwriting.
  • Someone said something stupid to me about raising sick kids.
  • I got in a fight with Julian.
  • I am terribly unorganized with transplant paperwork.
  • Just got a $20,000 $50,000 bill from the hospital for our portion of Quinn’s transplant. Gulp. I think it’s a mistake. FINALLY filed for her Medicare to kick in (she’s automattically eligeble for benefits for 3 years from transplant). Yeah, $50,000+ in medical bills will do that to you.
  • There is nothing that motivates Gage to do well in school.
  • A very special teacher we know is going to tutor Gage.
  • I ordered a hair care product off of an infomercial to hopefully help with Quinnlin’s rather easily tangled hair.
  • Jay Leno is being a jerk. Conan is getting royally screwed.
  • I did not win the lottery last week as I had hoped.
  • Quinnlin told the person drawing her labs last week to “go get someone else to do it” and I was proud.
  • My house is a wreck and I am leaving town Friday, which means when I get back into town on Sunday late it will be an even bigger wreck.
  • I’m working on a creative project that I really love. It’s more thrilling than it should be.
  • Tonight I visited a little one who just got a transplant last week and I cried on the way home thinking about my own kidney challenged kids.

I know there is more to add to this list but it’s too late.

Normalcy in Crisis

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Gage ended up going to the hospital last night for “inside chest pains” that he’d never experienced. We thought it might be indigestion and were hoping to let it pass at home, but Gage was nearly hysterical, begging to go to the hospital.

Gage (almost) never asks to go to the hospital and so, in my part of the relationship between advocate and child/patient, I have to hear him and react when his health is involved. And especially when he is in pain, crying regarding an unknown source.

Even though he was crying, holding his chest in pain, I probably would have waited a bit to take him. But he asked. And that was the deal breaker.

Turns out he has a pulled sternum muscle and he was very wired it being midnight and so Julian has to get on to him about his behavior. Typical Gage, he walked in the house saying he was faking it because that was his way of getting back at Julian. There was only one flaw in that statement: he would have never asked to go to the hospital. His way of not wanting to deal with being human enough to feel pain – which is the greater issue/problem.

Someone emailed me during the ordeal (thanks to twitter and FB) to see if I was okay and I said yes. The answer was yes because this is just part of it. And by “it” I mean raising these kids, and their issues, oh crap, their issues. If we freaked out every single time there was a “crisis” we would not be able make it through each day intact.

The Life of a Child on Dialysis

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Note to parents with kids with failing kidneys: Do not continue reading if you are not having a strong parental day (Really, leave this site now). And go visit or Awkward Family Photos or Go Fug Yourself.


It’s no secret that Quinn was nearing dialysis before her transplant evaluation. Her kidney function leveled down at a steady pace slowly for a couple of years and then over the period of 4 months dropped at an alarming rate. If I had to guess, she would have probably had a catheter placed within a month that she had her transplant. If I, and a very few people involved in her care (doc local, doc out of towner, one coordinator and one case manager) hadn’t pushed for a preemptive transplant, she would likely be on dialysis until we could arrange testing (3 months for 1 person at a time) and surgery.

The same people had all seen firsthand the effects of quickly failing kidneys of a 7 year old child. We’d all (except for our case manager) witnessed Gage’s decline and I assume we all shared some silent guilt that he got that bad – without dialysis he would have died in a matter of weeks – before transplant evaluation, because by the time we got in for that he had very little function. His body was being poisoned from the inside out. He was in terrible shape.

I’m astounded (still) that some people in the health care field don’t think much about a child having to go on dialysis while waiting for a kidney, even when there are willing donors, and in some cases, like ours, multiple willing, potential donors. Some even have the power to change things, but don’t. It’s a sign they’ve lost touch with the impact on the child and the family. I know that dialysis kept my son alive and I am grateful for that option or he would have died. Don’t misunderstand that fact. I have gratefulness everyday for a machine that kept my son alive until Jody could donate her kidney to him.

But living on dialysis, while it is living, isn’t much of a life. What is life like for a child on hemodialysis (preformed at the hospital) 3 days a week?

For some kids, like teenagers, it begins at somewhere around 5:00am. They drive themselves or a friend or family member brings them to arrive at the hospital by 6:15am. Dialysis takes roughly 3 hours, a little more for some, depending on several factors. They come to the early shift usually so they can get to school around 9:30 or 10 and have a semi-normal school day. Unless they are so sick they can’t attend school and they are home schooled or served by their county’s homebound program, which is 5 hours a week of instruction. Many times they are too tired to participate in activities. So sometimes social activities are limited. Some kids, who have little family around them and their parent/caregiver, are driven to and from dialysis by strangers in cabs or on vans.

Kids who come in for the 10 or 10:30 shift are often little bitty ones – the under age 5 group. They don’t have school schedules to contend with so that is the schedule that is given – the middle of the typical dialysis day. There is rarely a choice of a time slot because machines are limited and help 3 kids per day of dialysis per machine. Kids in elementary, like Gage, come in around 2:15 which means they leave school early. For people like us, who are lucky to live near the hospital it’s easy, Gage missed the last 1-2 hours of school. Now, they want you be be there at 2:15 to be ready to get on the machine (takes 15-25 min) around 2:30 because the machine is going to run 3 hours (at least) so that is already pushing you to 5:40pm. But wait! If the machine you are supposed to be on still has a kid on it, you wait. Remember there are 2 other kids on the machine during the day. If they or their driver run late or if there is a complication with their health that slows things down, then well, you don’t get back in the area for prep until later and then 15 minutes for set up so you are pushing 3 or 3:30. Which means you aren’t off the machine until 6:30, or later. You are at the mercy of the time you can get on the machine.

What is being on the machine like for a kid? Well, if you are a teenager on the early shift, you sleep, or you listen to music and do homework, you read or you text, or you watch TV (each chair has a TV with DVD). If you are a little bitty one, you are in a metal crib, your parent or caregiver stands next to you to distract you from wanting to get out of the metal cage you are in. If you are a kid in elementary school or middle school you do your homework, watch TV, play video games. That is unless you feel nauseous enough to vomit for up to the 3 hours. You might feel fine, tired, drained or you might have a massive headache. It all depends on the rate they are running blood out of your body, cleaning it and putting it back into your body, which varies for each child.

That process can mess with your body and each body is different. So you spend a lot of time watching the docs and nurses fine-tuning the settings for the best dialysis arrangement. Except when they need to adjust it, which is more than it is not. They weigh you at the beginning and end of each session and record it. They record the settings on the machines. You are also hooked up to an automatic BP cuff for intervals of blood pressure checks. You come to hate The Cuff. If you are little and can’t be reasoned with to wear it and keep your arm still for the time you are on the machine that the cuff is monitoring your blood pressure, you come cry at sight of The Cuff.

If you are a lucky kid you won’t get an infection at your catheter site or an infection that starts there and moves to your blood. You can’t get the site wet so there are no showers, no swimming and a sterile environment even for something as simple as a bandage replacement – that means masks and gloves for anyone near the site uncovered or with an open edge on the bandage. Catheters have tubes that are hanging out of the body and well, accidents happen when you are a kid. Gage’s unfortunate accident was something as simple as a game of tag at school. Another child accidentally pulled the catheter and it moved just enough to create concern of it coming out (which would create tons of blood loss) with a simple tug of a shirt removal or hug and it had to be replaced. Many kids suffer infections, catheter replacements and hospital stays during their course of dialysis. In fact, all the kids I know from dialysis have.

If you are the parent you are kind of in the way. The nurses are up a lot going from kid to kid because they are recording numbers from the machine, the machine is beeping and they have to make it stop, and the BP machine is beeping and then there are the chairs for the guests. They don’t make them comfortable, you know. It sends a message that they don’t really want you back there. Unless you have a baby and it’s awake and crying to be let out of the metal crib. Then you have to be there standing (remember, it’s like a cage, and it’s high up, so there aren’t really any chairs that high, so if you have a little bitty one, then you are standing most of the time). If you have a little bitty one, you are praying they nap.

Part of our hospital’s routine was to provide a meal when the child leaves. So we order off a sheet and by the time we leave  the food is there, but that’s okay because you can’t eat on dialysis and the kids I’ve seen are pretty hungry. So for as long as you are on dialysis, at least three meals a week are served on cardboard trays, on your way out the door. Carried by the child if they can hold it and in Gage’s case, his backpack and Sally, Ugly Orange Kitty. Often times you just want to get home because your kid is cranky from not having had a break (unless you call the drive from school to the hospital a “break”) so it doesn’t take much persuading for your kid to agree to eat in the car. Off of the cardboard tray they’ve carried themselves. In the back seat of your car as you drive, usually in the dark, on the way home (not too long before bedtime actually). Unless you have to drop off or pick up a prescription.

You are getting off during traffic if you are on the last shift. Most kid’s dialysis centers are in Children’s Hopsitals in cities, so often times the commute time is made harder because of traffic in the city. But most of the time, your child is eating, so they are distracted, unless they aren’t feeling well and they are throwing up into one of those kidney shaped (HAHAHAHA really) vomit holders and you are leaning over handing them napkins and towels. Sometimes they have a headache so bad they aren’t talking.

So what does your child miss?

Everything connected with time. Time to build friendships and more importantly to learn how to build friendships if you are a kid Gage’s age. For a baby, you miss critical time to develop your little body and brain. You don’t hit milestones on time. For important pre and teen years, puberty is messed up. For all kids, growth is an issue, so your body is smaller than your peers. You don’t really have time see your friends because of dialysis and all your appointments. Probably some tutoring to try to stay ahead (or just catch up) educationally if you are school-aged. Therapy appointments if you are an itty bitty one. You are on a restricted diet so going to parties and out to eat becomes an issue (if you want to stay healthy, but if you are a teenager…it’s hard not to eat what your friends are and it’s a constant struggle within yourself.). Many of these issues mess with your self-esteem too, by the way. Not for all kids, but for kids like Gage, who were probably going to have issues anyway this just compounds the problems.

School is a challenge. Not for all kids I’m sure, but a lot. It could be from having to have so much time out of school or it could be because you can’t concentrate when you are in kidney failure, as one teenager told me was her issue. I’ve never forgotten the conversation as a teenager explained she would raise her hand in class and by the time she was called on she would forget what she was going to say.

Dialysis. It kept Gage alive and I would help him through all of that and more to survive it. But still. There’s an impact.

Obviously, as the caregiver, if you try to work and care for a kid on dialysis, it’s hard. Because you either have to work for yourself or you have to have a hellofan understanding boss. You can’t make money usually (I couldn’t figure out the perfect way, except for being able to send some emails) when you are at dialysis with your kid, which you desperately need to pay for life and for the self-employed,  insurance premiums, but what can you do. You hope that government assistance helps you enough. There’s the costs associated with being at the hospital. Parking, food (as a parent you skip lunch on dialysis days to get other things done during that precious time), and gas for transportation. Then there’s the dinner thing. At least three days a week if you are on the late shift like we were you don’t get to eat dinner together as a family (Gage usually went to bed close to when we got home). Siblings also miss out on your time if you are the caregiver parent. And what if you are single? You have to depend on family or great friends to care for your other children while you are out with your kid on dialysis. Because sick kids are first priority. Siblings are 2nd tier for the time being and they have to cope with that fact.

If you are married or a couple with a child on dialysis? You talk a lot about kidney failure and about what happened on dialysis. In a case like ours we were constantly talking about where we were in the donor testing process either for us or our (finally approved) non-related donor, Jody. That doesn’t leave much room for romance, you know? Because nothing says romance like cleaning up throw up or talking about what else your kid has missed during his time out for dialysis. Or talking about how you cope with the emotional effects of having a sick kid. Each day you play catch up.

Time for yourself as the caregiver? It’s great when you can steal a few moments for a movie, a hobby, a phone call. Even a bath or pedicure. But that doesn’t happen very often. And it’s made harder because when you are the caregiver it’s hard to let other people go with the child because no one knows them like you. For the few (literally few) times that someone took Gage (out of 78 times he had dialysis treatment) I worried about him, or it felt like I had to cover nearly every aspect of the visit and the potential mishaps they could encounter. It just felt easier going myself. If I wasn’t there, I worried constantly of what could be going wrong and how only I would know the exact way to help Gage cope (I know this isn’t the most rational thing, but you know what, I was his primary medical caregiver and that’s how I felt.).

If you are like me the one constant thing you think about is how to make your kid feel normal. But really, that’s impossible to do, even if you are as creative as me. There’s no way to make this feel normal. But you have to act like it’s normal or your head will explode.

The other constant things you think about are your financial stability, your kid’s education, their development, your job, your other child/ren, when will your kid get a kidney, your relationships and what you are ignoring in them and just about everything else because it all feels so out of control.

It is excruciating to watch your child go through dialysis. Heartbreaking to watch your child suffer the domino toppling impact of a progressive disease and poor health. It changes the very nature of the interaction of a family. Of a parent and child, a sibling with her brother, a husband and wife and their supporting loved ones. It changes everything that should have been, including the child they should have been.

So when people make decisions that prolong the process, donor centers have long testing times and the systems in place fight against a family for their kid to get a kidney, what they are really saying is….just put the kid on dialysis.

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These pictures are from Gage’s first dialysis session on Friday, September 22, 2006.

Scared boy, worried parents.

All trying to hold themselves together and make this feel normal. Short session of dialysis for this first day with a regular session starting the following Monday and another 77 times.

Spoken in the Mutant Family Household, Beach Talk Edition

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On the way down to the beach for vacation Quinn, WHO IS EIGHT, says:

“I wish I could go to the beach by myself for some ALONE time.”

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Gage informed me that he and his cousin say goodbye by farting at each other.

Charming.

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Quinn has to have her labs drawn on vacation – she is not thrilled – as you might imagine. So imagine her delight when the first stick only let small amount of blood trickle. A 30 minute reprieve (Quinn’s choice) until she was ready (we rarely have the luxury to wait it out to give her time) and this conversation transpired during the 2nd stick:

Quinn, addressing the lab tech: “You aren’t very good at this.”

Me: “Honey, it’s not her fault, sometimes that just happens with our veins.”

Quinn, screaming, OH THE DRAMA: “Then it’s my vien’s fart!!!!”

Me: “Your vein farts?”

Quinn: “HAHAHAHAHAHA…I said FART.”

Me: “I think you are missing your UL sound!”

Quinn: “I thought it in my head!”

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Gage, on Christmas morning, looking in his stocking and squealing with delight: “I got goober!”

Me: “Did you say you were a goober?”

Gage: “I GOT GOOBER.”

Me: “Is that like you got game?”

Gage: “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

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Gage wanted to be taken into a store in a restaurant/bar but they needed to be accompanied by a parent. So Julian said, “If you would listen….”

Gage: “What do you mean?”

Julian: “Come on, you know, when you do stuff. If you can name 3 times that you haven’t listened to me, I’ll take you in there.”

Gage: “Can you give me a hint.”

Okay, maybe you have to live with Gage to understand this one…but Gage rarely listens on the first ask and most times the 3rd ask. Or if you tell him to stop something he will get it in a couple of times, just so you know he’s defiant. Yeah, he’s fun like that.

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Julian: “Wow, do you have the heat on?”

Gage: “Huh, WHAT? Who got PEED ON?”

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