Tuesday Morning.

(Stumbling out of bed headed to the baby’s room).  “N…. N….!!!”

“Yeah, Mommy?”

“Time to get dressed for school!”

(Groaning) “Awwww… but I just started playing!”

“Get dressed please.”

(Walking into the baby’s room) “Good morning, little man!”

“Babba dadda mama mama mama hi mama mama!”

(Daughter walks in, naked) “Mommy, can I wear a dress today?”

“No, sweetie.  It’s very cold out. Put on pants and a sweater and warm socks.”

“Okay. Oh and mommy, this is my friend Lily.” (She gestures to the empty air beside her.)

“Hi Lily.”

“Lily is my imaginary friend.”

(Changing the baby’s bottom) “Okay, honey. Go get dressed please”

“Can Lily stay and watch you change J’s bum?”

“Sure.  Lily you can stand there while I change J’s bum. Wait, is Lily dressed for school?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well  you go get dressed and then head downstairs for breakfast.”

(Daughter leaves the room)

(Son walks in, gesturing with his imaginary bow and arrow) “Hi Mommy.”

“Hi honey.  What have you got there?”

“Oh this is my bowen arrow.”

“Your what?”

“My bowen arrow.”

“What are you shooting at?”

“Targets.”

“Hmm… can you put it away and take Lily downstairs for breakfast?”

(Without a pause)  “Okay Lily, let’s go downstairs.”

(Meanwhile on the change table) “Baba dada mama mama mama buh buh buh hi.”

“I need coffee.”

A New Hope.

Day 29. National Blog Posting Month.

Yesterday afternoon husband showed the new Star Wars teaser trailer to the kids. Star Wars (the original trilogy from the 70’s and early 80’s) was hugely influential to my husband.  I mean, he can recite the films line by line entirely from memory.  The epitome of geek, right? The kids have already seen Star Wars: A New Hope more times than I can count. Daughter has seen The Empire Strikes Back only once and she just turned six.

In our household Episodes 1-3 do not exist.  Husband was so disappointed in that trilogy that he desperately tries to erase it from his memory and if has anything to say about it the kids will never know those movies.  I have to agree with him – those films are pretty awful.  So when we heard earlier this year that Disney (of all companies!!!) bought the rights to the Star Wars franchise and were planning a series of movies, husband and I were skeptical.  Then when it was announced that J.J. Abrams (Felicity, Alias, Lost, Fringe) would be directing the first film of the new trilogy – well, husband was just beside himself and not in a good way.  J.J. “Lens Flare” Abrams? Now in his (J.J, not the husband’s) defense, the reboot of Star Trek was pretty darn good. Maybe J.J. would pay homage to the original trilogy with his film?  One dares to hope, right?

I haven’t been following the news of Episode 7 as closely as husband so I wasn’t aware that the teaser trailer was being released. When I got home from work yesterday afternoon, husband and son were screening the trailer for the … wait for it … 5th time!! Was it that good? Husband wouldn’t say until I watched it.

And watch it I did.  And I loved it!  I actually got a few goosebumps. The images reminded me a lot of Episode 4 and that has me encouraged that J.J Abrams is respecting the original trilogy and what it meant to the fans. Watching the kids react to the trailer was so amazing.  Daughter will be 7 and son will be 4.5 when it is released in theaters next December.  What a perfect age to bear witness to a brand Star Wars Trilogy.

We can’t wait!

The Map of Evil.

Day 27. National Blog Posting Month

I found this drawing the other night while the kids were going to bed.  Daughter made it.  She said she and her friends play a spy game at recess and she drew the map.  She sounded out all the words herself. Both husband and I were giddy with excitement when we looked at it and told daughter that we wanted to keep it and frame it.  Daughter would have none of that, “But I need it for recess!!!”  She promised us she’d take care of it and when she was done with it we would get to frame it.  I really really hope she takes care of it.  Of all her drawings to date, this one is so much a keeper that I will be forever sad if it gets destroyed.

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Daughter’s Map of Evil. Graveyard, Evil Castle, Evil Gate, Ghost Town, Sauron, Zombie. “X” marks the treasure.

 

Ten Thoughts Tuesday.

Day 25. National Blog Posting Month.

1. One month until Christmas. Yay!

2. My right knee aches a bit. This better not be the start of something.

3. I’m hungry.

4. English breakfast tea tastes so much better in my new fancy mug.

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5. My 6-year-old looks like a hockey player this morning.

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7. Waiting 48 hours for a patient’s test result is slow torture.

8. I’m still on the wagon, so to speak, and am very proud of myself.

9. I am so proud of my 3.5-year-old boy. He wrote his name for the first time and is wearing big boy underwear to preschool today. Apparently he’s been dry at school for a few weeks now, it’s just his lazy parents preventing him from being completely toilet trained. Oops.

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10. My knee hurts.

“Rest” Day.

Day 23. National Blog Posting Month.

I woke up today with very sore quads.  I couldn’t figure out why they were so sore. Certainly it couldn’t have been the 5 km run, could it?

Then it hit me.

Yesterday’s horsey ride for my 3.5-year-old 40 lb son.

Who needs Jillian Michaels?

Not this gal!

Owie.

 

We have callous!

Day 19. National Blog Posting Month.

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The image on the left is the acute fracture through the distal radius. Image on the right, healing callous formation is visible as the fracture line starts to shrink.

Daughter’s cast came off yesterday.  I couldn’t make it to the fracture clinic appointment because of work (cue the mommy guilt) but husband took a lot of pictures.  Her bone is healing, there’s good callous formation, so off came the cast and no more follow-up is needed. Her little forearm has atrophied as she hasn’t used those muscles in a month and she has some bruising on the underside of the forearm where the fracture was.  She insisted the discoloration was from her putting a chopstick in there to scratch an itch but really, it’s from the fracture.

I reminded her a lot today before school that she has to be careful with her arm especially in gym class.  She seems to get it but the mommy in me still worries.  Shouldn’t they have casted her again? Isn’t it too early for an almost-6 year old with a freshly healing bone to be running around with no cast?

 

Back to Reality.

Day 15. National Blog Posting Month.

Back to life, back to reality. There really is a song for every occasion, isn’t there?

I’m at the airport. Just went through security where I had to take off everything but the shirt off my back.  Seriously – boots, coat, scarf, belt. I joked with the security officer – “Pants and sweater too?”  He didn’t look too pleased.  The gentleman before me was transporting a small cooler that had a large sticker on it, “DO NOT X-RAY”.  OOOH!  Is there an organ in there? I was so tempted to ask.

So, I’ve been in “doctor mode” for the past few days, talking with my friends about patient encounters, tossing stories back and forth about the difficult patients. I haven’t had to put on the “mommy” hat or the “wife” hat and if I’m honest with myself I have to admit that the break has been nice.  Husband is exhausted – I can hear it in his texts.  The “mommy” hat will go on the second I open that car door and here, “Mommy!!!  Hi Mommy!!!”  I can’t wait to see the kids. While I didn’t really miss them per se, I did miss seeing their little faces.  I feel refreshed despite still coughing up a lung (stupid bronchitis!) every now and then. I’m ready to put on the other hats.  I’m just going to enjoy this last few hours of quiet contemplation.

See you tomorrow!

“Normal Time”

Day 2 – National Blog Posting Month.

Where I live, daylight savings time ended last night. Gone are the days when an extra hour of sleep was something to look forward to. Since having kids, any extra hour of sleep is appreciated but this return to “normal time” sucks.

Why?

Because instead of waking up at 6:30am, my kids were all up today an hour early – at 5:30am – and when I say they were awake, they were AWAKE.

Bright eyed and bushy-tailed awake.

Meanwhile, this was me:

I think it’s going to be a long day.