the underwear drawer

born on the fourth of july

I don't really have a topic in mind as I'm writing this, all I know is that I need to keep that freaky ventriloquist dummy picture from being the first thing that people see when they load this page. HE WILL EAT YOUR SOUL.

I'm on call for OB today. I thought that there'd be a million pregnant ladies beating down the door of the hospital so that they could have their baby on the fourth of July, but this has turned out to be not the case. No one loves America.

Anyway, as I mentioned before, it's almost Cal's birthday, so let the loot pour in. His newest toy? THE BALL ROOM.






It's called MEGAHOUSE, and it's basically this nylon house called that collapses down tiny but unfolds to monstrous proportions. It's made up of a bunch of little pods connected by tunnels. As apartment dwellers, we had to unhook the third pod and one of the tunnels so that we would, you know, have room to LIVE, but still, it is big. And the best part? It comes with a big bag of BALLS. And if you want to exponentially increase your fun, as we did, you can go in for the accessory BAG OF 100 BALLS. Then you will have a total of 150 BALLS to put in the BALL ROOM, thus transforming your living room into a Chuck E. Cheese. Happy birthday, boy or girl.

Seriously, the kiddie toys are taking over our whole house. Aside from THE BALL ROOM, Cal has also been gifted a little red wagon, some building blocks, and a tricycle. All this and no suburban garage to store all the stuff in. We're in trouble. At some point, I may have to sit down and examine whether or not the over-exuberance of birthday gifts is going to warp him and turn him down some dark path of growing up to be a spoiled brat, like those kids on that VH1 show, "The Fabulous Life of Celebrity Kids." Or worse yet, "My Super Sweet 16." (Hate those girls. HATE.) Yes, some time soon, we're going to sit down, Cal and I, and talk about values and materialism and all that kind of thing. But for now, I'm having too much fun playing with all his toys.

Currently spying: On my old patients in the SICU. I've been off service since Saturday afternoon, but I can't stop myself from checking up on them, at least from afar.