Sunday, January 31, 2010


Here we are on 'vacation' in Colorado. Imagine the word 'vacation' in air quotes since personally, I prefer that my children don't wake up at 5:00am on vacation. Here's hoping everyone adjusts to the time change before we have to go back to the East Coast.

We survived the plane flight unscathed and though I know a few folks who have had bad experiences flying Southwest Airlines, we were quite pleased with how helpful the flight staff was and how understanding our surrounding passengers turned out to be. (Think of a five-year-old forgetting NOT to kick the seat in front of a him and of a toddler confined to a seat who is used to being in motion from the time she wakes up in the morning to when she goes to sleep at night.)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Worried, but moving forward

So it turns out it is a whole lot easier (for me) to blog when things are going great. Look at how cute my children are! Hear all those funny things the are saying?! Hooray! Turns out it's not so easy when things aren't going so great.


The Eldest Child
Something is up with Zander and we're not sure what it is. I won't go into all the details here. I'm not even sure I should be posting any of this publicly. But, our formerly almost always happy child, whose moods were typical of any five-year-old boy, is having bouts of extreme sadness and sometimes intense power struggles that dissolve into irrational tantrum-like behavior that we haven't seen since he was three (if even then).

We kept hoping it would pass -- and it would -- for a weekend if we were lucky, and then only for a day. Even as I type this, I hope it has passed. Please, please, let this be some kind of strange, quick phase. Nothing has been more painful for me/us then seeing and hearing about the 'episodes' Z is having. (Sorry to be dramatic, but I am worried sick.) But, after visits and/or calls with the pediatrician, the guidance counselor, his teachers, etc. I don't think it will magically disappear.

So, we move forward, hoping this is a blip on the radar screen of Zander's childhood and our parenting journey. I'll post more when there is more to know.

The Younger Child
Cass has some combination of a stomach virus (which was going around her daycare center) and a really bad cold. The cold seems to have settled in her bronchial tubes so the doctor had us get an x-ray of her lungs to be sure they were clear. (They were.) She has been prescribed medication whose delivery method is the oh-so-fun nebulizer. Meanwhile, we're trying to keep her hydrated. She keeps throwing up (including at the x-ray place, in the car, in her high chair, on me, on Brad, etc.). Yes, we've tried only clear liquids, only breast milk, only applesauce, only sushi -- we've tried it all (except for the sushi). Here's a photo (taken with my phone) of her with the mask from the nebulizer:

The Husband
Like a comedy of errors, Brad has now come down with the stomach virus. But, his version comes with a fever and chills. And let me tell you, Brad is usually healthy as a horse. Even when he is not healthy, he rarely complains. (I, on the other hand, am usually drama queen extraordinaire. Think "Oooooooh, my pinky toe hurts! Someone call the doctor. Think I need to go to the e.r.? Let's keep talking about my pinky toe ad nauseum.")


So, here we are. I am confident that we will get better. (This is uncharacteristic, as I am usually quite the "glass-half-empty" kind of gal.) I'm just hoping that we get better before a long-scheduled, long-awaited trip to Colorado on Friday.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The 'Three Penny' Incident

I went to pick up Zander from the aftercare program at his school last Friday and he excitedly showed me some coins that he did NOT have when he went to school. I asked where he got them and he wouldn't tell me. He kept saying that he would have to give them back if he told me and kept asking why he "had" to tell me. He was pretty upset about all of it. This went on for a few minutes and my mind was going crazy with ideas, but I tried to stay calm.

Finally after a lot of coaxing, he told me that he had seen an older boy eat part of another boy’s gingerbread house and that the older boy said that he would pay Z if he didn't tell the after-care teachers about it. At this point, I was relieved that Zander told me what had happened and that the truth wasn't something more serious. So, home we went. I figured we had the weekend to sort through it.

There are so many things wrong with this, we weren't sure where to start. Talk with the aftercare program teachers (or was that over-reacting)? Explain to Zander how he should never take money from anyone for anything (other than family and friends under numerous circumstances and other exceptions)? Try to explain bribery and collusion to our impressionable 5.5 year old?

However, we keep joking about how he was paid only three cents -- yup you got that right -- a whopping three cents to sell his soul. I'm kidding! Kidding!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

One post a week, does not a blogger make!

I realize this. But, we've been busy here. I/we are still amazed by the logistics of running a household with two children. I also realize that this might seem laughable to many -- those with three or more children, single parents, etc. etc. We are blessed in so many ways and I hate that I whine and kvetch all the time.

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Yesterday, Cassandra had ear tubes installed. Okay, not installed -- more like inserted. The surgery went smoothly and her recovering was quick. Here's hoping the tubes stay in for years, allow for fewer ear infections, and then fall out uneventfully on their own (unlike her brother's tubes, one of which got stuck.)

Here's a photo of Cass in the waiting room of the surgical center admiring the fish tank:

Below is one of her in the hospital gown before the surgery. ("Babies" and "hospital gown" shouldn't ever have to be used in the same sentence. So I didn't.)

Just for fun, this one is of both children the night before Cass's surgery:

Saturday, January 9, 2010


My brother was visiting from snowy Colorado for some work-related meetings this week. The photo above is of my sister and he when we all went to lunch yesterday. I had planned to take the bulk of the day off to be with them, but those plans were thwarted by the delayed opening of Fairfax County Schools due to a dusting of snow. (I know, I know. I'm sure they make the decisions for the safety of the children and the staff and I appreciate that those decisions are not easy to make. I'm just grumpy about it today.)

Anyway, it is a rare occurrence (if ever?) when the three of us are together sans our parents and children and it was pretty darn cool.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Inter-species mingling

I've been super-busy at work as of late (working on launching a redesigned website if you must know). In my absence, I offer you some cute photos of inter-species snorgling.

As some readers (hi all five of you!) know, I'm partial to anything dachshund, per our beloved wiener dog Samson who died a few years ago. In addition, I've a penchant for things infant or baby related right now because of a certain one-year old. So, I deemed the photos below worthy of posting. They came via e-mail along with a sob story about how the mother pig couldn't care for the piglet for some unknown reason, so the mother dachshund took in the newborn. (I usually run to snopes to check out the validity of these things -- perennial skeptic that I am -- but I have not checked this one out.)

Friday, January 1, 2010

Midnight Madness

I'm not entirely sure what it says about me/us that both of our children were up for New Year's when the clock stuck midnight. Does it mean we're permissive? Lazy? Open-minded? All of the above?

Try as I might, I can't seem to recall any New Year's eves before high school. And then the ones when I was in college, grad school, and a for a few years after that are just, um, a blur.

Anyway, this was Zander's second one (at which he was awake, that is). In our defense, Cassandra had been asleep, but didn't stay that way. See photo above of her surrounded by six cute little boys, ages three weeks to six years.

Happy New Year and happy birthday to my wonderful mother-in-law (aka Grandma Paula)!