Wednesday, March 26, 2008
But I agreed with his sentiment completely. What in the world was it doing SNOWING two days before EASTER?!?! Yeah, Yeah, I know the last time Easter came this early was a bazillion years ago and the next time it will be this early again will be TOO SOON!
Easter is supposed to signify Spring and Resurrection.....not MORE SNOW.
But we didn't let a little white stuff stop us from having a spectacular Easter. We went to Grand Rapids for the weekend and since there was no room for us at the in-law Inn, we got hotel room at a nearby Marriott property (courtesy of all those Marriott points I've been racking up since August) where the kids had a blast swimming in the hotel pool.
On Saturday we dyed Easter eggs and on Sunday we celebrated with way too much food. But it was fun. Carol & Don spolied everybody, as usual. Our kids just LOVE going to "Gramma Rapids" (as Owen calls it). And Kev & I love it, too. We'd love it more if gas prices would come back down, though. :)
OK, Spring, you can spring ANY day now!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
So, since we didn't celebrate exactly ON 3/17, we "got our Irish on" over the weekend.
We started on Saturday by attending our town's Irish Stew and Stroll where we could sample (for a nominal cost) stews from different local restaurants and then the kids went hunting for gold coins (handed out by some of the stores downtown). This treasure hunt, apparently was a race since there were prizes at stake, but we just strolled along and that was the perfect pace for us. At one store, Owen won a prize since his coin had a special color on it. He picked out a cool little tractor.
Later that evening, Kevin and I went to his brother Brian's house (and Tara's) for a Guinness kegger party while the kids went to my parents' house to spend the night. Although I don't drink Guinness, Kevin drinks enough for the both of us (and he kept blowing into the breathalyzer to see which of the Guinness drinkers was the tipsiest). Our friend Troy from Florida always comes to town for St. Patrick's day (or to Boston, or to whatever city in which the St. Patrick's Day celebration takes place). We played Left Right Center SEVERAL times, and luck was NOT on my side. But it was still fun, LRC always is!
On Sunday, we picked the kids up from my parents' house and my dad made corned beef and cabbage for lunch (at my request - he makes it every year for me because he still indulges me, his baby, in most of my requests).
So, we definitely got our Irish on. We just got it on before the 17th. Next year will be different, though, since I hear the party is moving to Chicago!!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
He just wanted to go home. But, they couldn't discharge him until they saw that he was OK enough to take in liquids on his own in order to stay hydrated. During recovery, I was able to put him on my lap in a rocking chair next to his bed. I had brought along a big Dr. Seuss book - filled with a bunch of his favorite stories -including the Sneetches and Horton Hears a Who - and I read it to him cover to cover. This, did not make him HAPPY but it kept him occupied and quiet.
This is Kevin trying to make Owen laugh by showing him what his sad face looked like. Nice, dad, kick him while he's down. This did not make Owen laugh, but it made me wonder.
All in all, Owen did VERY well. The staff kept remarking on what a good patient he was. He may have been sad, but he was well-behaved. He was very happy (although it may not look like it) when they told us we could go home. We put him back in his own jammies and he was ready to go.
We were discharged around 10:15 am, and Owen fell asleep on the drive home. Then he and I slept together on the couch until 1pm. When he woke up at 1pm, he was happy as a lark, as if nothing had even happened. His energy level and happiness only grew as the day wore on. He was blessed with a get well goody bag from Grandma Carol and Grandpa Don, in which there was this puzzle that he enjoyed putting together (all by himself! He's so smart!), Nee Nee sent over a goody bag with pop-sicles and a Thomas sticker book, my parents & Aunt Dee stopped by with pop-sicles and ice cream, and my sister and her family stopped by to give hugs. Owen ate up all the attention.
I'm so proud of my little trooper.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Work out with my beloved Shaun T, or eat cookies made by my beloved Bailey?
Eat cookies? Work out?
Eat cookies? Work out?
Eat cookies? Work out?
As you can see, I am vascillating about a decision that does not have a moral core and while this decision may not have a moral core, it will certainly affect my core.
Cookies. Two of them. Oatmeal Raisin. And a wee bit of TLC. Thanks Bay! I have you to thank for the 2 pound weight gain that I'll surely see on the scale tomorrow!
Well, apparently 7:50 am (it's really 6:50 am) is too early for my brain and the rest of my body to function in synch.
I called the middle school first since they had already started school. In my Outlook, I have 4 numbers listed and clearly marked for the middle school: Main, attendance, fax, and counseling. I dialed the main number first, then the counseling number (I have NEVER called the counseling office), and then I got it right with the attendance line. The only number I didn't try was the fax line. Geez, wouldn't that buzzing noise have been nice this morning?
Then I proceeded to call Liam's school, DA, but instead I opened the contact information for OES, and for whatever reason attendance line info wasn't listed for OES. As I was searching the entry, I realized I was looking at the wrong school's info. When I finally got the correct number for the attendance line at DA, it was like my brain couldn't formulate what it was that I needed it to say. He's got gas, um, anesthesia, oh the dentist. May come to school later. May not.
I wonder if other parents leave incoherent messages on the attendance line or if I'm the only one. Right now, it feels like I'm the only one.
I just want to go back to bed....
Monday, March 3, 2008
A bubble bath.
A very relaxing, rejuvenating mango mandarin bubble bath, to be exact.
With a bunch of candles lit and the lights turned off.
With an inflatable pillow with suction cups to hold it in place where I could rest my weary head.
With the spa jets in the tub turned on to relieve the scrapbooker's kink in my neck that I had gotten after scrapping at Amy's all day.
And, I don't take baths very often.
And then there was Owen who threw a monkey wrench into the whole relaxing part of this story. He was very excited that mommy was going to take a bubble bath and wanted to help me fill the tub, pour the bubbles, light the candles, turn out the lights, shut the door (open it, shut it again, open it, shut it again, etc.). Once I got settled into the tub, Owen wanted to know where he could sit (outside of the tub). As he perched himself on the edge of the tub, trying to climb onto the countertop (where apparently the best seat in the house was located), he nearly sent one of my GLASS candle holders crashing to the tile floor below. Then he nearly lost his footing and fell into the tub with me. Finally, when he started to dump out a basket of bath toys to play with on the floor, I said to him, "Owen, if you want to play with toys, go do it in the playroom. " So he left and then he returned 2 minutes later with a stack of books. He realized, though, that the candlelight was not enough for him to really see his books, so he started to turn the light on, "Owen, if you want to read books, go read them in the other room where you can see." And he did. I could then hear him mumbling/reading to himself immediately on the other side of my bathroom door in the master bedroom. Oh well, a few minutes of peace and quiet when.....
knock knock knock I hear a faint knocking at the door. It can't be Owen, he doesn't bother to knock. This time, it's Liam. He knows that he shouldn't be disturbing me, because I AM taking a relaxing, rejuvenating bubble bath after all. And so he WHISPERS, "Mom, I beat two monsters on level blah blah blah something something about one of his video games." Now, THIS is information that I NEED when I'm relaxing in my bubble bath. Good thing he whispered it, otherwise it may have interrupted my (as yet to be peaceful) time in the tub.
Maybe next time I take a bath, I'll do it when no one is home!!