What’s worse than one kid being sick?
How about three? Each one on the tail of the previous. Just as the eldest turns a corner towards the healthy side of the force, her baby brother spikes a fever and her other brother’s cough takes a turn towards the dark side.


I am curled up in bed waiting for the 1/2 tab of Gravol I just took to kick in. I am beyond exhausted and still feeling the remnants from last nights’ gingerbread festivities (hence the Gravol).

If I prayed to God I would wish for an uninterrupted nights’ blissful sleepy oblivion. That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

Six year old vandal.


I love Mommy, Daddy. Secret Map.


A teacher from my daughter’s school called me the other day to report an “incident” involving my daughter at recess.

First of all, any phone call from my kid’s school sends my heart rate soaring with that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong.

Secondly, if the school has to call me in the middle of the workday, it had better be for a darn good reason.

So of course my mind started working as the teacher introduced herself ….

  • Did my kid hit another kid?
  • Did my kid get hurt by another kid?
  • Was there an accident on the playground?
  • Did she wander off at recess?

No actually, my daughter was found using a stick to scratch words on the outdoor gym doors.

  • Oh my god… were they bad words?

The teacher tried not to laugh.  No, they weren’t bad words.  They were, “I love you”, “I love mommy and daddy.” But when the girls were told that what they were doing was wrong, apparently my daughter burst into tears and was devastated that she got in trouble.  The teacher told me my daughter said, “I usually a good girl”.  The teacher said she felt awful after seeing my daughter’s reaction.  She made sure  to tell me that she felt my daughter understood the seriousness of what she had done wrong and had learned her lesson.

When I texted husband (who picked her up from school a half hour before the phone call) he had no idea what had happened.  Daughter apparently felt it wasn’t worth mentioning to her father. The had a talk and he sent her to her room and told her she could draw and write words on her sketch pad and read a book.

When I got home from work she was still in her room.  I asked her to tidy up her Barbie dolls and tended to the baby.  When I returned to her room, not only did she clean up the Barbie dolls, she also tidied up her room!!!  Hmm …. sucking up to mommy maybe?

I took her Barbie dolls away for the night.  There were no promises made on when she’d get them back.  We had a long talk about when and where it’s appropriate to draw and write.  We talked about vandalism and the consequences of it.  The school would have to repaint the doors and it wouldn’t be inappropriate for them to ask us to cover the cost (though I seriously doubt that would happen).  We also talked about listening to our instincts. After I explained what that meant, she admitted that she knew it was wrong to write on the door,  but she did it anyway because her best friend wanted to.  Her best friend ever! (She met this girl in September, remember.) I told her next time to suggest another activity.  She said she was dumb and stupid for doing what she did.  Yeah, she was, but I didn’t agree with her.  She’s six years old for heaven’s sake!! She made a mistake and hopefully learned from it. She’s certainly not dumb nor stupid.

But I am a little miffed with the school.  Back in my day, defacing school property probably meant detention right?  Do they even give detention in grade 1 anymore?


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.


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.


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


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.


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!



Well deserved.

Day 22. National Blog Posting Month.

I ran 5 km today. First time in almost a month, I am embarrassed to say. November is pretty much going to go down as one of the worst months of running I’ve had since plagued with injuries last spring.

We had daughter’s birthday party today. She insisted on decorating her cake and she did a fantastic job.


And now I sit down to enjoy a piece of that cake with a warm cup of tea.


We have callous!

Day 19. National Blog Posting Month.


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?



Day 17. National Blog Posting Month.

I’d like to welcome some new followers I’ve had over the past few weeks.  Welcome!!!!  As of this evening, I have 301 of you special people.  Thank you for taking the time to read my little blog.

This once-a-day blogging is fun, but it’s a lot of work.  After being away from the office for two days, I was pretty slammed coming into work today and I am exhausted. I was just about to leave the office when I realized I hadn’t written today’s post!  oops!

I normally don’t work on Monday mornings, so husband and I took the boys to a local indoor play area and while he shopped for winter boots, I watched the kids play.  It it so much fun to watch the baby, now a toddler, chase after his big brother.  Big brother doesn’t always have the patience for his little brother but sometimes there’s a moment when big brother shows little brother something and I was able to capture the moment.  I can’t wait to see how these two will be when they are older.  Right now, daughter and middle son are quite close. Yet, even though he’s only 14 months of age, the baby is very determined to be heard and included when the older two are playing.  Once he starts talking more I don’t think anyone will get a word in edgewise.

After this photo was taken older brother got bored and moved on while the baby stayed for a few more minutes applying the new skills his brother showed him.

The first of many times to come, I think.