Friday, February 23, 2018

Olympics Hangover

I have an Olympics hangover.  My brother and I have been binging figure skating like there is no tomorrow.  We arguing via text about who we think is the better skater, yell at eachother not to give spoilers if one of us has had to pause, discuss best costumes and song choices, praise and complain about the commentator, and question couple skaters claimes about platonic relationships.  It has been a real treat but yesterday is all came crashing down.  For those watching the Olympics you know the usual strong Russian team has been brought low.  There were allegations of dopping from the top down from 2012.  Any Russians invited have been under the olympic flag and almost no one from 4 years ago has been allowed to return.  One places where they shine bright though has been woman's figure skating.  There were some other amazing skaters but they were all basically slogging it out for who got third.  Meanwhile the two Russians were amazing.  Up until this year it was obvious who woud win.  Then a 15 year old trained by the same coaches jumped on the sceen and came out ahead in the short program.  It made it impossible for me to watch the Long.  My brother had to text me the results late last night.  At four in the morning I settled in to watch the programs.  The 15 year old won.  Point wise she came out on top, but guys Medvedeva's program was golden.  It was probably one of the best skates I've ever seen.  It combined the physical you expect to see with the emotion and artistry you rarely see outside of ice dancing.  I wish they could have in the very least shared Gold.  As it is Medvedeva had to settle for silver, which is a real shame because she was brilliant.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

How not to deliver test results.

I'm going to start this post out by saying Dr. J is fine.  There is nothing wrong with him.  Good, now you won't have to worry about him at all.  Let me tell you, you are the lucky one.

J went to the dermatologist earlier this week.  A few different members in our family have seen him and we get on rather well.  Apparently he wanted to be a med/ped doc before he became a dermatologist.  FYI his wife enjoys dermatology more because of all the free botox and procedures.  Who wouldn't :)  Anyway J has a few little weird moles.  We keep on an eye on them but there was one on his temple that was making him a little nervous.  The dermatologist agreed it looked a little iffy so they took a sample of it and sent it off.  Thursday at like ten the dermatologist gives me a call on the my cell phone.  "Hey," he says, "Is your hubby there?"  I told him that he was sleeping.  This week he did a slew of nights.  "Oh," he says, "well I'm going to give you my cell phone number and when he wakes up can you have him give me a call so we can talk about his lab results."

Now I'm going to interrupt this story right now to remind everyone I run pretty high on the anxiety front.  The second he offers his personal cell phone and ask me to have J call him when he gets up to get his results I start to freak out a little bit.  Why wouldn't he just tell him to call the office when he was off?  Why wouldn't he just email them?  Why wouldn't he just call his phone and leave a message?  I've had to call in plenty of times to get perfectly normal results from the office but no one has ever offered me their personal number.  They leave the office number and say to call in during office hours.  Heck the fact that it was even the doctor that calls has me on high alert.  Usually it is a nurse or an office person who calls.  So I have to sit with this for six hours.  Six hours I'm worried.  Six hours I'm thinking good grief this is such a weird way to deliver news.

Finally I hear the shower pop on upstairs.  I take care of the dog, get the kids settled, grab the number and head upstairs.  "Hey," I say my voice sort of catching in my throat, "the dermatologist called, he wants you to call him about your test results."  At this point J goes, "It's cancer."  Now mind you I haven't even mentioned yet that he left his personal cell phone for J to call.  I start to cry.  J gives me a hug and says, "It's ok.  Don't worry.  It will be fine."  But I'm thinking, "Will it be?"  I have friends and family who have fought cancer and won but I also have friends and family who have died and guys CANCER SUCKS!  It is just the worst.  It steals your loves ones.  It takes their health, their happiness, they lose their vitality and they slowly just disappear from you.  So I'm crying as I tell J that he left his personal cell phone number.  "Well," he says, "I better call."  So he calls and after just some general pleasantries the dermatologist says, "Yeah I just wanted to let you know your labs came back and they are benign.  No cancer."  I started to laugh but I'm not kidding at that moment I wanted to slap the dermatologist.  So there you go.  J doesn't have cancer.  Our dermatologist is still a pretty cool guy but for crying out loud that was a lame way to share that news!


Monday, January 1, 2018

Christmas Neighborhood Gifts


We live in a very small neighborhood.  It is 15 houses in three cul-de-sacs.  Our next door neighbor is super nice.  The guy across the street is super nice.  There is a new family that just moved in on the other side.  They seem super nice.  The rest of our neighbors...not so nice.  They weren't necessarily mean, more like just not present.   We rarely saw them outside.  They never talked to us and we were always a little bit suspicious over who got annoyed on how long it took us to clean up some junk left on our property by the previous owner and had the HOA send us a certified letter threatening to sue us.  I think part of the problem is we live by a bunch of introverts.  All the houses in our neighborhood have property and are mostly filled with people who want to keep to themselves.  Part of the problem is we are just at different stages in life.  We have kids and most of them are retired or nearing retirement.  Their youngest children maybe just graduated from high school.  A few of them have grandchildren our kids ages or older.  Another problem is we are rarely outside on Sunday doing yard work.  One Sunday when the kids were sick I mowed our lawn and realized the reason I never see any of our neighbors outside on Saturday is they all do yard work on Sunday.  Adding all those things to the fact that we were always a little suspicious on who sent us that letter and we just had never talked to most of the people in our cul-de-sac.  This year I'd sort of had it with this coldness.  It just seemed a little ridiculous.  So I made a ton of cinnamon rolls (Pioneer Woman because hers are the best!) and then I sent my kids to each house on the block and you know what, each house responded.  A couple like the guy across the street had something ready, because he and I exchanged last year, and the new family next door came by with a cookie mix a few days before but two of our neighbors who I'd never ever talked to showed up on my doorstep on Christmas eve. 

The first couple came by with those lovely little square pretzels, hugs, and m&ms.  I opened the door in PJ's because that is what we put on right after church.  The guy starts out, "Hi, we've never spoken before," and the woman finished, "but we wanted to come by and wish you a Merry Christmas."  They stayed for a few minutes chatting and then left.  A few hours later we got another knock.  The other neighbor who we have never talked to before either was standing there.  They had a large Christmas plate loaded with brownies, snicker doodles, and candy.  They were so warm and friendly.  The next day they stopped by to chat with Dr. J while he was shoveling the driveway.  It made me realize I'd probably contributed to the poor feelings in the neighborhood.  I should have forced those people to like me earlier :)  I'm planning on inviting everyone over for a BBQ when the weather warms up.  I hope they all come. 







Baby Gamer



Image may contain: 2 people, people sittingIt is no secret that the people in my family, excluding me, enjoy gaming.  A few days ago we took the kids to an indoor arcade plus we have in town.  Mr Squish was in heaven.  This was his favorite game.  It was Asteroids on a huge screen.  You sat in this chair with a partner and shot at the alien ships.  It was awesome...even I enjoyed it.  He also loves the new PlayStation.  He likes to grab a controllers and sit by his dad and push on the little knobs.  He doesn't watch TV but he likes to think he is playing video games.  It is a little scary.  Does it worry me.  Yes, yes it does.  It drives his dad and brother a little nuts.  Whenever they put the controllers up to charge he likes to go and grab them.  They take them and put them back on the charger and he cries.  Put that on repeat ten times. 

This morning he woke up at four.  Dr, J got him out of bed and brought him to our bed.  I nursed him and then he climbed out of bed.  I dosed off for a second and then woke up again thinking, "Wait where did my baby go?"  I got out of bed and looked in his sister's room, then his other sister's room, then his brother's room.  I was convinced he'd gone in to play with Legos when no one was awake.  He wasn't there.  I started quietly calling his name as I walked down the stairs.  I looked in the living room and then the office.  No Mr. Squish.  I looked in the kitchen and dinning room.  He wasn't there.  I was starting to think he wasn't downstairs after all when I heard a little squeak from the couch.  I peaked over and found him sitting in the dark, staring at the TV, the remote in his hands.  Apparently he thought he was going to play when no one was there to stop him.  He just hasn't figured out how to turn the TV on and start the PlayStation.  I'm sure that isn't long in coming. 

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

2017 Family Pics

 Family pictures.  I've been holding on to these for over a month because I didn't want to ruin the surprise of my Christmas card.  I'd never thought about it really, but last year my brother made a very pointed comment about how difficult it is to get excited about a Christmas card with pictures he'd seen splashed all over Facebook and Instagram.  I thought he was being totally annoying.  I love Christmas cards, even if they are pictures I've seen a million times before but I took it to heart so I've saved these ones.  I did post one of the kid's ones on Instagram so my father in law knew I had them and begged me to send him one.  I finally did so now Mr. Squish will finally be on the grandkids wall.  He is only 15 months old.  It isn't my in-laws fault though.  Last years pictures were such a fiasco that I still get mad talking about so they didn't get much play. 

This years pictures I'm much more pleased with.  I benefited from last years lessons.  I had two outfits for each kid to choose from (four for Gigi).  So they all picked what they wanted.  The negative on that is all my older kids picked blue shirts and there was less pink and teal then I'd intended but at least everyone was happy.  I'm very pleased with all the shots.  Excuse me my motherhood but my children are beautiful.  The only bum deal, I don't love the photographer. This was my second time doing photos with her.  She took some of a cake smash for Mr. Squish and she just never does a good job of putting me at ease.  I miss Jessica.  It is nice when you love the person taking your picture.  Then you can one have fun, and two when things go to pot, like they always do when you are taking pics you know they will understand, and you trusted them to squeak out amazing.  Thanks a lot Jess for giving me such high expectations :)  I miss you!






























Saturday, November 18, 2017

LDS Temple Tour

 A couple weeks ago we had the opportunity to tour the Meridian Temple.  It was a great opportunity.  Normally only endowed members of the church who hold a current recommend are allowed to enter the temple but during the time before completion of the construction of a new temple and the dedication everyone is allowed to tour.  Our kids loved the tour.  The temple is truly beautiful inside.  The wood work, tile, furniture, paintings, mirrors, everything is of the highest quality.  The kids favorite places were the baptismal font on 12 oxen and the sealing room where members can be married.  This week the temple is being dedicated and the kids will no longer be allowed to go but before that Captain E had the opportunity to participate in the cultutal celebration.  It was the culmination of 9 weeks of practice.  Their were dances and singing.  E was part of the choir.  I had to drop him off to be taken down to the performance at 5:30 in the morning.  There were 5000 youth performing so there was no room for parents.  We watched instead at the stake center.  Remarkably I actually caught a glipse of him.  There were so many youth I'm pretty sure not every parent can say that.  It was a great experience.  He never once complained about practising and had a great time performing.





Flashback to my premature baby

Cheetah's birth was still the hardest thing I've ever gone through, so I shouldn't have been shocked when last month during that birth survey I started crying talking about it.  I now have a vibrant, enchanting 6 year old but that it hard to imagine when you are on bed rest, with ruptured membranes at 27 weeks.  I knew early on there was a very good chance she would survive.  I was in the hospital long enough to get steriods and babies born post 27 weeks have like an 80% survival rate, by the time she was born at 29 weeks it was 90%.  She was still born though with a collapsed lung and need surfactant and cpap to get her going.  Had she been born in Eldoret Kenya where we took her two years later she may not have made it.  We were lucky she was born in the time and place she was.  Earlier when I was thinking about it I was tempted to say blessed but if you believe in a God and believe he loves all of his children it almost seems cruel to me to claim that as a blessing while it is still an opportunity lacked by many. 

Years later when I was pregnant with Mr Squish my pregnancy was more closely monitored.  It felt like an intrusion almost but it was also great luck to have people who cared so much and the technology to keep that pregnancy healthy.

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