Who Is The Super Nice Person?

All right folks, I can’t stand it anymore. The gnomes in my dome are going crazy with something I just can’t get a handle on and I am soliciting all in blogland for your help. First of all I think that it is meet that you get updated on my sweet little boy’s last few days before I bother you all with what may seem benign trivialities but in my world find appropriateness as a vexed obstacle. Charlie is a champion. We’re slowly getting better with the administration of his care even to the point I was found bragging about the streamlined capacity and competence in which I am able to provide that care. That was, however, all well and good until this morning when I woke at 0600 to furnish required meds for Char and proceeded with the 0800 schedule and completely air balled the 0600 schedule. Gave the meds, thought nothing of it, and by some omnipresent act of luck the egregiousness of my error came to me just in time to stop my wife who was about to give the 0800 dosage and stopped what would have been a double/over dose for our little hero. Karma. She, with hardly a whinge acknowledged her husbands gross incompetence, gave the 0600 doses in lieu of the premature 0800 meds and by no help of his father Charlie is well. His mental and physical condition is largely unchanged since we left the hospital with his best hours coming at night (thank the Almighty) and his days full of bum patting, pooping and irritability induced squeals that at times are only audible to Champ (the dog). He still is super handsome and when I hold him and he is content I swear that he’s looking at me. I just wish they had a test they could do to tell us if his peepers are working and really why can’t they? I saw on the tube today that they can wipe a ducks rear end and determine its country of origin but they’ve yet to develop a way to test eye sight in uncooperative infants. Travesty.

Lest we digress there is a mystery in the House of Char and I need your help. Saturday morning a most unbelievable gift was dropped at our front door. Some selfless saint of a person has completely restored my faith in humanity. Throughout this experience w/ Charlie I am continually impressed by how many truly good and kind people are out there and Saturday was no exception. Someone out there canonized our blog and anonymously delivered it to our home. Understand, this gift is a compilation of every lame and blathering post that has been put on this blog, every picture and the compliment of all the priceless comments you have all added (In my opinion the comments are the only thing worth reading) bound in journal like fashion page protected and all. But here is the kicker, on the first page of volume one this nameless individual included a hand drawn picture of Charlie that if nothing else caused a grown man to weep like a little girl. It is a spectacular likeness and a gift we always treasure. Thus my issue, I want to thank you. I want to shake your hand and let you know how grateful we are for not only this gift but for the hours, energies and assets spent on its construction. Admittedly I am a proud man but not so proud that I can’t or don’t realize when a debt of gratitude is owed. Thank you for thinking of our family and caring enough about Charlie that you would provide this gift for his parents. It will always have a place in our home. Now someone out there has to know who did this and I want to know. Maybe you were in on it, maybe a little bird told you, either way it’s time to let the cat out of the bag. Credit should be given for such an undertaking. The floor is yours, talk amongst yourselves.