Sesame Street Live

We took the kids to see Sesame Street Live last week. They absolutely loved - the first ten minutes of it. We made it to the intermission then it was time for something new, like playing on the escalators. Next time I say we save the thirty bucks and head to the mall, where the escalators are free and a hot dog won't set me back a week's paycheck.

Do I sound like a grumpy dad or what?!

Mom's reading glasses

Getting ready to shoot

OK, no more rants today. Well, the day is still young.

I am super excited about my upcoming shoot tomorrow night for my new company. I'm shooting three different models from 3:30pm - 11pm in an old dance studio. I've also hired an art director who works as a fashion editor for a local fashion magazine. One shoot will be with a young model who works modeling clothing for the Home Shopping Network and is an aspiring actress. The second shoot will be with a musician/model and will be a dark and grainy, seductive-angry black and white scene. And the third shoot will be with a 6'1" international model doing a glamorous European-style shoot.

Be watching for the edited clips on my site in the days to come.

Seriously now

I am going to seriously lose it. I'm not joking. Someone has been sick in our house every day since at least Thanksgiving. Ian's finally home, but now Silvi has her fourth bout with a fever. And this morning I woke up with one.

What do we do?! Leave all the windows open and hope the Arctic air will kill whatever is living in our home?! Spray the place with ammonia!? Wear SARS protective gear all day?!

I'm about ready to check into a hotel for a the rest of this blasted winter.

Hospital - Day 6

Tick and a freaken' tock,
eyes upon the clock;
the tubes are out, and Ian's fine,
maybe home tomorrow if the doctor will sign;
no more oxygen, his stats are up,
milk for breakfast, sweet potatoes for sup;
he's bored to tears, his mom is too,
I need to clean the house, it looks like a zoo.

Hospital - Day 5

Ian has moved out of intensive care up to the sixth floor of Children's Hospital, which, I take it, is a good thing to have happen. He's still on fifty percent oxygen, but the doctor did say something to the effect of him coming home in the next few days.

Silvi is sleeping next to me as I type, lulled to sleep by her 538th viewing of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. Tim Burton, you are one twisted individual, but you make my daughter laugh. "I know you are, but what am I."

Hospital - Day 4

Thanks, everyone, for the words of encouragement. Ian is starting to get that spark back in his baby blues. He's getting bored of sitting around all day and keeps staring down the hallway like he wants to make a break for it.

He's still on oxygen but down to fifty percent. Still in intensive care but hopefully will move today. Still on the nebulizer but only every six hours. Still hates all the wires plugged into his body but has stopped trying to pull them out.

Still waiting to hear when he might get sprung but resigned to spending the weekend there.

Hospital - Day 3

Silvi and I rang in the new year by falling asleep in my bed around 9:30. Annie spent the night at the hospital again. Ian was doing much better yesterday and they were able to turn his oxygen dependency from one hundred percent down to fifty percent. But I guess they had to turn it back up to a hundred percent last night again. Sigh.

So we wait. Happy New Year? I'll let you know in a few days...