Iris in Rain

No Power Steering

Henry's getting just big enough to think sitting in this car is fun. I don't think he has any idea it can actually go anywhere.

This was taken at Tammy's house. The Med Wives had a little gathering to mark the end of the year- which means the fourth-years are taking off for residency. We're gearing up to move to Chicago and it's hard to say goodbye.

It Takes Some Time

It took the dog a few tries to really figure out the aerial dog run. I'm sure the baby will catch on soon.

St. Louis Bucket List

When you live somewhere, you think you have all the time in the world to go see the local sites. We had a general idea of things we wanted to see while we lived here, and now we're scrambling to check things off our list.

We finally made it over to the Scott Joplin House. It's where the famed ragtime composer lived as a newlywed in the early 1900's. It's believed this is where he composed his most famous piece, "The Entertainer." We got to pedal-pump the player piano and listen to "The Entertainer," watch a brief video on the composer's life, and tour the home. When we lived in our first apartment here, the exit we used on the freeway to get home was the exit marked with directions to the Scott Joplin house. So we were very close the whole time, but it took us almost four years to get over there.

Like the most famous composers, his life was too short and quite tragic. His first wife left him. His second died after just ten weeks of marriage. He spent all of his money trying to launch his opera which was received without any acclaim. He died penniless at only 49-years-old.

They have a quote from him on the wall, "Maybe my music will finally be appreciated fifty years after my death." Sixty years after his death, his opera was produced and Scott Joplin received the Pulitzer Prize for it.

For the Grandmas

*Batteries Not Included

Monday before lunch, Henry broke a light-up toy from Disneyland. This would only be significant for that fact that I love that blinking necklace and am sad to see it go, except for that fact that we couldn't account for all of its batteries. The battery cover was still screwed in place, but with the rest of the toy broken all the batteries had managed to scatter across the floor. We picked up the batteries, but then realized there weren't enough of them to fill the battery compartment. There was one missing. We spent several more minutes combing the the carpet and the corners, sure we would find it any second. But we still couldn't find it. We thought about rushing him to the ER, but decided to call Henry's doctor instead. That doctor ordered x-rays at Cardinal Glennon Children's Hospital, which is just a few blocks from our apartment. I knew we were being responsible by having him checked (since the better plan of keeping him away from button cell batteries had fallen through), but I was sure it was just to rule out the possibility that he had actually swallowed a battery. After all, he was his happy little self, we never saw him put anything in his mouth, and he should know better, right?

After stopping by registration, we went to radiology, and were seen in just a few minutes. We had to wake him up to take the x-rays, so he was a little upset. They quickly took two views while Nick and I waited behind lead glass. They have an digital x-ray system, so as soon as the image was taken we could see the results.

We knew instantly that he indeed had swallowed a battery. That bright spot (now circled with a red o) is the battery sitting in his stomach. That was both good and bad news. The bad news is he had swallowed the battery. The good news is that the battery had made it safely to his stomach. The real risk for injury with the button cell batteries is they get lodged in the esophagus, and cause acid burns, even burning through the esophagus and into the trachea. Since it made it to his stomach, we just had to make sure it came out on its own within 48 hours.  The whole thing was handled with very little inconvenience and no ER co-payment.  We had lunch at the hospital to finish off the experience (and give Henry some high-fiber foods.)

32 hours later, we have the missing battery back.  It's blackened, but otherwise in tact.  We will not be using it, and the broken toy has been disposed of.

We will certainly try harder to keep small objects out of his reach.  Sarah Page warned of this exact hazard a couple of weeks ago, as her husband is the one treating the worse-scenario cases.  We're very grateful that Henry's case was so simple.

Garden Walk with Camera Club

I met up with members of the camera club at the Botanical Gardens on Saturday morning for a photo walk. It was a little different than I expected. Almost everyone dispersed as soon as we were in the garden, working independently on their shots. One member was working on a set-up of taking a picture of water droplets on a leaf. I clumsily bumped into the branch, and suddenly it was just a leaf. Oops. I felt really stupid.

The irises look really great right now. If you're in the area, check it out.