Mom Lies.
They all lie.
After weeks of trying to break out of the SuperMax holding cell -- a.k.a. the Cedars-Sinai NICU -- I finally made it. I mastered my breathing, pulled out all my tubes, and passed all my tests. Mom distracted the wardens while Dad tucked me under his arm and ran like the wind. (A somewhat slow, goofy looking, very pale wind). We made it free and clear and even managed to score some serious swag on the way out.
And after all that time, I find myself back in jail again!
How could Mom and Dad do this to me? Just because the jail is bigger, doesn't make it any less of a jail. And the pretty mobile, flowers, and books can't hide the cruel, cruel bars. I think I can get by for a little while. But they tell me I'm going to be in here for 18 years! Get out of town! No way, Jose. No way I'm staying in here for 18 long.
I'm clearly not going to write a journal entry each and every day for the next 18 years. But I do have a lot of growing, training and learning to share, so I will definitely keep recording my progress in this (very public) journal. I hope you will forgive me if I don't post everyday, I'm trying to avoid repetitive stress injuries until after I turn 3. But I will try to post regularly and I will treat this journal / blog as a real-time history. Check back as often as you like.
In the meantime, I've got to start planning my Great Escape, Part II:
Is that Blue Steel from behind bars? The charm offensive continues...
ReplyDeleteNice mobile! Yes, we know it's kind of flimsy and sort of looks like one could have made it on the color printer at work, BUT the shapes/contrasts/positioning do seem to be exactly what the baby ordered. We continue to be amazed by how much R loves hers. When Isaac's vision gets a little better, you can see what he thinks.
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