Maljo

Riley's teacher thinks he has Maljo. That's a West Indian word for the Evil Eye. She thinks that's why he's been so sick and fussy lately, and that he needs to be taken to a priest to get blessed. I'm not able to disprove the concept, so I respect it, but I can't say I think it's the answer to my worries. I am concerned about him, though. He's been so miserable lately, and today he complained of a headache. Tonight he was rolling around on the floor holding his head and screaming. Poor kid. If you ask me, it's all those meds he's been taking. 10 days on steroids, plus antihistamines for a month and a whole bunch of crap, has got to be hard on a 3 year old.

Poor, poor darling. We've got our doctor's visit on Wednesday, so we'll see. Until then, I'll be blessing him myself.

They buried those twin babies today, the ones I told you about. They were left by their grandmother in the "care" of their six year old sister for several hours, during which she tried to give them a bath. Naturally, they both drowned.

The media, of course, were all over the funeral like the insensitive vultures that they are, hovering to take photos of the poor mother, weeping for her children. How horrible. What have we come to, as a society, when this tragic woman can't bury her babies in peace? My God, must EVERYTHING make it to the front page? The poor woman ran outside and smashed a camera and screamed at them to go away. Of course, that only made them more happy. NEWS! More shit for the front page! If they try to charge her for damaging that camera, they will have lost the last shred of respect I can muster for them.