Frog and Toad Together Blog

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Warning: Detailed Account of Frog’s Dream May 19, 2011

In lieu of xanax and other nerve-calming drugs, I have taken to setting my ipod to my “sleep” playlist and listening to the likes of “Zen” and other random cd’s you can find at Bed, Bath and Beyond.  Plus, the stress I anticipated yesterday surrounding a meeting was greatly alleviated when the moody case manager decided to not tear into me, my staff or client’s guardian.  And by moody, I mean full-blown personality disorder.  If I didn’t like her so much I would really resent the daily eggshell walk.  But, just when I feel some relief with a work situation, I have this bizarro dream that I was working where Toad works and I was nothing short of “special needs” for lack of a better phrase.  It was time for some big time meeting and we all had to go into this special room which was locked.  Each employee going to the meeting had a badge- honeywell style and had to punch in a code.  I had been told the code but could not remember it for the life of me.  Then,  I went to follow Toad into the room, hoping she could hold the door for me.  But no!  Maybe we shouldn’t go to the Hall of Fame!  I was left walking around the uninvited employees asking for the code.  Lo! and behold! My aunt, the one in the throes of dementia tried to tell me several times, but I still couldn’t get it.  It kept changing every time it was told to me.  Well, eventually I got in and then the freak show started.  The first room was like a spa, where everyone had to take off their shoes, bathe their feet, walk in salt and then put their salty feet in some spa slippers for the meeting.  Then in the next room- boardroom style, the “executives” came in one at a time and sat at one end, with their backs to the table.  This is where that stupid show The Voice comes in.  The execs would dramatically turn around one at a time, introducing themselves.  Of course I had the misfortune of sitting in the middle of the execs, but facing the table.  It occurred to me in my dream how stupid it all was and I couldn’t stop laughing.  But, I felt bad for Toad who I think I embarrassed badly.  Sorry about that Toad.  But next time you should hold the door for your special needs friend.

You know what makes it all better?

This little Nannerpuss.  It is a …  wait for it… Mini Boden dress with Hanna ribbed capris, just in time for a sunny spring day like today!  Shoes pictured are Lelli Kelly’s and though they are bejewelled, Hattie considers them to be inferior to her now-to-small light up shoes.  She refers to these as “broken” since the over the top psychadelic sequins don’t requrire a power source.

Yesterday I reassembled her crib and removed all 1,000 of the Elmo stickers from the wood.  I put a nice masculine green sheet on it and rounded up all her semi-boyish blankets and plush toys.  We are set.  She would like to know where the baby is now.  We have talked to her about it several times.  The crib is a good conversation starter.  But, I imagine she thinks of this phantom baby as something that will only be around from time to time.  How could she ever conceptualize the reality?  This will all be interesting.

In dog news, Paco is sick.  He spent a day and a half throwing up and not eating.  We took him to the vet yesterday.  $242 later, we still don’t know what’s wrong, but they did give him some fluids and some meds to make him less nauseous.  This morning he ate a little of the food they sent home for him.  Now I must wait to capture the elusive stool sample.  They sent a dixie cup home for this.  A dixie cup!  Do they want me to return it in that?  Anyway, I know you must be worried.  Here he is, looking pitiful:

It could just be a case of missing his BFF Bailey.

Today I have no meeting and the sun is out.  It’s a good day.


Not Much About Not Much July 22, 2010

Filed under: adoption,Alicia Blather,Hattie's Daily Picture,Hatties Closet — frogandtoadtogether @ 3:02 pm

We are back in Portland.  No, we haven’t heard anything from Boys and Girls Aid.  We have 1,000 questions, of course.  After a gung-ho start, we are much more unsure about this being the best for us and Hattie.  But nothing is ruled out yet, and as always I will keep you posted.

Sauly, you asked what Peacock after Dark is.  Well, since you’ll be in town (will you be in town Sunday?), maybe you should consider hounding your sistah about taking you to this fantastic amatuer variety show.  Lots of drag, some truly impressive talent and other acts that are just generally fun to laugh at.  I think I posted the flyer months back.  Let me see… Never mind, that was the all ages show flyer.  Well, I will have Gina find one and I will try to get it on here.  But for those of you who don’t have your calendars marked, it’s September 26th.  Get your ticket through me for $25, so’s you don’t have to pay the pricey extra fees.

Hattie is growing so fast now.  Physically.  All of a sudden she is doing a lot more.  Like she’s very sure-footed on the play structure, she goes down the slide by herself and she now climbs up my front as I hold her hands and she flips over.  It is so fun to watch, but I really do get that sense that yesterday is now lost…and all of those other things that ALL PARENTS SAY.

Here is a picture for Hattie’s closet.  This is a matching sweater/shrug and hat from Catimini.  Of course I got it from ebay, because even I won’t buy Catimini at full price.  I had it stashed away, waiting for fall/winter.  She found it and was strangely drawn to it and wanted both pieces on.  Notice how great they look with the life is good tiger pj’s.

This is what she looks like as I sit and write.  I think there are more toys in the sandbox than there is sand.  New things have a way of finding their way into the sandbox.  She calls it good fun.

I’m a little bored.  I am thinking of going on a walk to the park.  Maybe if I can get a decent picture there I will post it.  Hasta Luego, Amigos.


Tired May 16, 2010

Filed under: adoption,Alicia Blather,Hattie's Daily Picture — frogandtoadtogether @ 12:43 pm

Breakfast with Tara, Rob and Barbara was nice.  John came over to round out the gang.  The quiche was perfect, as usual.  If anyone wants that recipie just let me know, it’s easy, yummy and perfect every time.  I got a couple of pictures and permission to post:

Barbara to the left and Tara to the right.  I think they had a nice visit with Hattie.  But, this morning was one of her 5:30am wakeups, so by the time they got here at 8:30 she was at the tail end of her happy morning time and entering into limit pushing morning time.  Oh well.  Even at her worst she’s great.  Then, after they left I put her right down and she slept for maybe 1/2 hour and woke up.  I changed her and put her back down.  I don’t think she slept another wink and now she’s up and terrorizing all at the 900.  Now we have a playdate with Kinley at 2pm.  Lordy, how will this turn out?


Bullets Ovah 82nd Ave. May 11, 2010

Filed under: adoption,Alicia Blather — frogandtoadtogether @ 10:46 pm

*  We had tomorrow scheduled for our new blinds to be installed.  After we got home from picking Hattie up from school, they were already up!  That’s the bonus of having a neighbor with a key, you get surprised with your new blinds a day early.  Here they are:

So nice, eh?

*  After dropping Hattie off at school we went to see the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  It was truly nothing new, nothing special.  Worthy only of one bullet point, no review, no haiku.  So there Fred.

*  Next week we are taking off to Sunny California.  I, for one, am excited about the prospect of actual sun.  Have I mentioned that we are getting ripped off this spring?  Usually we get a sun ray here and there in the spring.  This has just been crap.  Anyway, Gina’s nephew is getting married in Oxnard.  Of course we are leaving 3 days early for a little Disneyland/California Adventure action.  Righteous!!!  I bought a dress today for the wedding.  It’s an interesting dress for me.  The top is plain white, sleeveless with a flat collar, then there’s a big belt and the skirt is this matronly tan.  I’m a little weirded out by the matronly tan part, but I fingered, I’m 40, I can now pull off matronly.  Better than short shorts and a tube top, right?  Gina hesitated before saying she likes it.  She’s used to glam, glitz, etc, that Gina.  She wasn’t counting on rolling into the wedding arm and arm with a school marm.  Ahwellwhatareyougonnado?

*  We got a good watermelon at Costco.  The season nears, readers.

*  I printed out pictures and wrote Tara a letter.  Gina will be sending it tomorrow.  There is a ton of snapshots, but she has assured me that there can not be too many pictures sent to her.

*  The forementioned twins were born early (they were due in August) and mom has decided to keep them.  She was clear about this once they were born.  It’s all good.  I just think it is healthy for an unexpectedly pregnant woman to think about adoption as a viable option.  Our culture around this has to change!  I hand it to her.

*  While we were in Florence, Gina and John went to town reorganizing the closet in our bedroom.  There is more space and it looks so much neater.  Hopefully now finding a pair of shoes won’t take 45 minutes.  It was a great mother’s day present.

*  I guess that’s it for now.  I must go check to see if I have a scrabble move before I go to bed.  Nightie Night.


Dogs Plead with Owner “Do it Cesar’s Way!” January 20, 2010

Filed under: adoption,Alicia's Dreams,our kids — frogandtoadtogether @ 11:47 am

I have many excuses for why the dogs have not been to the delta over the past week and a half.  Many excuses.  I was sick, the weather was horrible and I had a packed calendar (and a new blog).  But Alas! as I went to the closet to find my walking boots for an overdue trip to the delta I found that the pile of shoes spilling out of my closet had been peed on.  I had to throw away 2 pairs of tennis shoes and sprayed down my uggs and boggs in hopes of recovering them.  I will keep you posted on the shoe recovery.  The bottom line is, dogs need to get out.  When they don’t, they will pee on your shoes (the ultimate prune pit in the couch).  The only choice I have in response is to take them out and get back on the delta track.  That is all I have to say about that.

Last nights dreams?  Well, the one I remember was greatly influenced by Lost.  Seems I was somewhere where everyone took orders from someone they couldn’t see.  It was actually a fly.  I got a hat and knocked the fly to the ground and had to scrape and pound my foot on it to kill it.  After that, I was free to take one of the bigger hotel rooms.  ???  Also, in the midst of all of this, I had to keep Marilyn (resident in Gina’s house) away from a stash of cherry sour balls.  She was very persistent.   MMM, cherry sour balls.

Yesterday was a traumatic day for Little Hattie.  I was blogging, I think adding the daily picture of Hattie.  She wanted up in my lap.  I picked her up, then put her down.  I let her go thinking she was stable on her feet and turned back to the computer.  She hit the ground hard, face first.  She split her bottom lip.  So heartbreaking and hard for us all.  Then a little while later, we went to the library for Tiny Tot’s time.  Reading, singing and playing.  She was having a great time in the midst of like 25 other 1-2 year olds when she was crawling fast and “fell” face first onto the carpet.  She split her top lip.  More trauma and heartbreak.  Then, after recovering from that,  little boy hit her on the forehead with a toy schoolbus.  Why oh why?  The good news was that the rest of her evening went well with no further injuries.

One good thing that happened at the library was we ran into “Willa” a one year old, mixed race beauty who was also adopted through Boys and Girls Aid.  We had met her this summer at their picnic.  It was great to see her again.  We talked with her mom for a while.  She said that their family is keeping in touch with Willa’s birthmom who lives in Newport.  It sounded like they have a good relationship and are very grounded about staying in contact for the long haul.  I wish there were more of us out there.  So, despite the drama and trauma, I think we will venture back to the Hollywood library next week for Tiny Tot time.

Yesterday, our blog saw record breaking interest!  We would like to thank our Pontiac LeMans and all of our readers.  Please stay tuned.  Hattie is due to wake up any time, which means a new outfit for all to see!