Life in progress


Kangaroo adds Kilos

I titled this post “Kangaroo adds Kilos” but that’s not strictly true: it’s the formula that adds the kilos. But only when the Kangaroo is working properly, which it hasn’t been.

Confused yet?

Yeah, thought so.

Kangaroo is the brand of feeding pump I use for Alex. Ours hasn’t been very reliable lately. Which isn’t to say there’s anything wrong with Kangaroo brand pumps, but ours was donated to us, and I have no idea how old it is. It’s probably old. We’ve had it for more than two years.

Want a visual? Here ya go:

And honestly, the only other problem we’ve had with it up until recently is the kitty. Every once in a while he’ll decide to eat the tubing to get at the formula inside. It sucks when we spring a leak the size of a kitty fang, so we have to keep an eye on him.

He’s not as innocent as he looks.

Thanks to the three lovely bloggers who gave me my three “K” words for today’s not-what-you-expected, not-A-Z post. You’ll find their links under the words “Kangaroo,” “kilos,” and “kitty.”

I don’t need suggestions today, but look for my request for them on my SoCS post tomorrow for Monday’s absolutely not the A-Z Challenge post.


Now it’s my mother

My mum has been admitted to hospital with pneumonia. They took her by ambulance last night since I wasn’t able to leave the house to pick her up–not because it was that urgent.

But anyway, funny story.

I just got off the phone with one of the nurses in the emergency department. Apparently my mother is concerned that she doesn’t have her teeth. She must have taken them out before she was transported, so the nurse asked me if I could go get them and bring them in.

My response: That has to be one of the most interesting things I’ve even been asked to do.

And we laughed, and laughed.