quick update.

after more than a few requests, i’ve finally booked a trip to new york city. i’ll be in town from july 21st to the 24th. i’m looking for suggestions re: where i should do a book signing/reading on the evening of the 21st. if you have any suggestions, please leave a comment and i’ll have my publicist at grand central follow-up.

also, thanks for all of the comments on the last post. i used a random number generator to choose the winner of a signed copy of my book…the winning comment was #494 and was left by sarah. she has already responded to my email and i’ll be sending her book out later today.

in case you’re wondering how things are going, well, they’re going pretty well. except for the fact that maddy got really sick last week. i picked her up for school and asked her if she wanted to go get some ice cream (which we do about once a week these days). she’s usually way into such things, but she said, “no daddy, my head hurts.” i looked in my rearview mirror and before i could even spit out the words, “i’m sorry” she threw up all over herself. she was covered. and she immediately started screaming at the top of her lungs, apparently terrified of the vomit.

i stayed calm, telling her that everything was okay, and pulled over as quickly as i could. i got her out of her carseat stripped her out of her clothes in the grass on the side of the road. she was totally calm until she saw the amount of vomit on her pants, then she immediately lost it again. “daddy! i puked on my pants! i puked on my pants!” she screamed through her sobs. “it’s okay, maddy!” i said, as she stood there screaming.

there i was was, pulled over on the side of a busy street in burbank, with a half naked child screaming at the top of her lungs.

i was convinced i was going to jail.

but mostly i just felt so bad for her.

so bad, in fact, that i didn’t realize i that i had vomit all over my arm and shirt, something that would have made me vomit immediately in the days before madeline came into my life.

i got us both cleaned up and headed home.

later that night she threw up again, this time it was pretty well contained to the indent in her pillow. she was terrified again by the vomit, but once she was cleaned up, everything was good and she went to sleep.

the next day she was pretty good natured about the events.

here’s some proof:

(oh, and i attribute her fear of vomit to the earlier trauma described here).

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