One Big Mindf*ck

That was the original title for the series Lost. Poker Chick offers $1 to whoever can get either of the following websites to work and report back to her: find815.com or flyoceanicair.com An extra $1 to those who can tell her why the reflection of the island in the ocean is a city skyline instead of trees.

So the doctor tabled the pee thing for about six months. Meanwhile, Poker Chick hit a new low as a working parent. Realizing this morning she had no gift yet for a kids' birthday party today (Really, who has birthday parties on Fridays? Some of us work, people!!) she asked the nanny to go buy a gift while the mini was at school and also get a card. Nice, right?

It's Gross, But I Gotta Ask

So the mini had her 3 year "big kid" physical. 30 pounds, 37 inches passed her eye and ear tests, was appropriately chatty and behaved perfectly. But she failed her urinalysis. Weird, I know. So we took cups home and did it again (I know, picture a nanny running 'round NYC with pee in her bag. Talk about bad job descriptions). She failed that too.

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Doctor wants to "chat" tomorrow. Anyone want to make neurotic Poker Chick feel better? What does it mean if her kid has trace amounts of blood in her pee?

The beginning of the final dental work begins Thursday. So all y'all who are around, take a good look and say goodbye to these teeth as you know them.

How Time Flies

So the mini woke up next to me this morning and shook me awake yelling "hey Mommy! I'm 3 now!" Now Poker Chick is a slow waker-upper but she managed to sit up and shake her head groggily. The kid's right. Even the weather's responding with a wind chill of just 3 today. Happy Birthday, mini. We love you, kiddo.