We officially returned to the bountiful land of California leaving behind the arid, rocky skyline of Utah. We came back to fresh produce, trees and family. Remembering those three things kept me sane for the 2.5 years in Provo. We met lots of nice people and plenty of not-so-nice people while we were there. Thanks to the mountains that ring the valley, it was the only place that we ever lived that J could figure out what compass direction he was heading. But, it just wasn't home.
It's good to be back.
Today, we'll be driving up to the foothills to celebrate Father's Day with J, his dad, and his grandpa, three generations of daddies all gathered together. I don't think you can put a price on that after having missed them for almost 3 years.
About Me
- Sarah Hallford
- Homeschooling Mother of Two, Licensed Manicurist, Runner, Retired Figure Skater
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
The appt went well
I really clicked with my new rheumatologist on Friday. He's a very old fashioned kind of doctor. He only sees one patient at a time, nobody is stacked up in the waiting room. And he has such a companionable bedside manner that really put me at ease. Oh, and he's probably old enough to be my father.
We went through the last 2 years of arthritis woe, and at the moment, we're going to stick with the predinsone as needed with an anti inflammatory drug. I see him in six weeks to talk about my x rays and other lab tests. In the meantime, J and I have to decide if we're going to put off having another baby, or shelve the idea completely since my next course of treatment is going to hinge on that issue. What I really can't decide upon is the BC issue. It seems so risky to rely upon NFP when potential serious birth defects are hanging out there. And I just don't know about how it would all go down with being back in the church. I don't even want to ask since I'm sure the answer won't be what I want to hear.
I'm in a strange place with the baby thing. I really don't ever want to be pregnant again. The nine month barf-a-thon just isn't my thing. Being with Ian and Lily now is really getting to be fun. We're even mostly past the tantrums in public places thing which has opened up a lot of other opportunities for us as a family.
Somewhere in my heart, I feel obligated to keep having children. I think it's something to do with growing up Catholic and it's also something to do with being a SAHM with my visible identity being defined by my kids. I don't feel defined by them but I know that is what other people see. I still remember the odd comments that I would get when I was a SAHW without children. As if I couldn't possibly be contributing to the world unless I was bringing home a paycheck. But, J would tell you about how smoothly the household ran. We really do work well together.
We went through the last 2 years of arthritis woe, and at the moment, we're going to stick with the predinsone as needed with an anti inflammatory drug. I see him in six weeks to talk about my x rays and other lab tests. In the meantime, J and I have to decide if we're going to put off having another baby, or shelve the idea completely since my next course of treatment is going to hinge on that issue. What I really can't decide upon is the BC issue. It seems so risky to rely upon NFP when potential serious birth defects are hanging out there. And I just don't know about how it would all go down with being back in the church. I don't even want to ask since I'm sure the answer won't be what I want to hear.
I'm in a strange place with the baby thing. I really don't ever want to be pregnant again. The nine month barf-a-thon just isn't my thing. Being with Ian and Lily now is really getting to be fun. We're even mostly past the tantrums in public places thing which has opened up a lot of other opportunities for us as a family.
Somewhere in my heart, I feel obligated to keep having children. I think it's something to do with growing up Catholic and it's also something to do with being a SAHM with my visible identity being defined by my kids. I don't feel defined by them but I know that is what other people see. I still remember the odd comments that I would get when I was a SAHW without children. As if I couldn't possibly be contributing to the world unless I was bringing home a paycheck. But, J would tell you about how smoothly the household ran. We really do work well together.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
MIA
Yep, that's what I've been. I had a surprising turn for the worse with my arthritis after almost a year of remission. I was able to find a new family practice Dr who I really like and I saw her yesterday. They ran a ton of blood work on me and everything was normal, excepting the RF test. I wasn't supposed to be able to see the rheumatologist until July 17th but the office called me yesterday and they have an opening tomorrow. Sadly, it looks like it's time to go back on the medical merry-go-round.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
These boots were made for walking...
Got new running shoes today. Sadly, I only got 250 miles out of my last pair of New Balance 1221s. I loved those shoes but they didn't hold up nearly as well as I expected. I know that the RA makes my feet more sensitive than they would be otherwise. Of course, even buying new shoes every 3 months so I can exercise is cheaper than RA meds that I'd need if I didn't exercise. I'm trying the Saucony Hurricane 8s since the local Fleet Feet is waiting for the replacements to come in for the NB 1221s. So, if I don't like these, I can try those in a few weeks.
Now, I'm wondering if I could walk across America in a year. Obviously, I don't have the time to literally do it but what if I could at least do the distance? I covered 250 miles in about 3 months with my last pair of shoes. At my current rate, I'd cover 1000 miles in a year or so. I'd have to triple my rate. I'll have to think on it more.
Now, I'm wondering if I could walk across America in a year. Obviously, I don't have the time to literally do it but what if I could at least do the distance? I covered 250 miles in about 3 months with my last pair of shoes. At my current rate, I'd cover 1000 miles in a year or so. I'd have to triple my rate. I'll have to think on it more.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Am I a sucker?
So, we live in an ordinary town with ordinary people. There's some crime but the streets are basically safe. I walk 4-5 miles a day with the kids and I've only once had a scary vibe that I should avoid someone. That time, there was someone lurching up a residential street and peeking into car windows and trying door handles. I took an alternate route and that was that.
I realized that I've taken to keeping some cash on me to give to people who ask. 10 years ago, I might have just gone off on somebody asking me for money, regardless of their circumstances so this is a definite change of character. What I don't know is this: am I stupid to do that? In my mind, I think that maybe this is a chance to do a kindness for someone from whom I have nothing to gain. I don't have any idea what they want or need that money for. Maybe they'll use it to buy drugs. But, don't drug addicts need to eat too? Maybe they need someone to smile and help them instead of walking away.
For three years, J and I were seriously broke. Welfare kind of broke. We had to do it to get J through school. It was something that you just can't imagine until you are there. The humiliation of applying for aid at the office, the strange and condescending looks from people behind you in the grocery store, the list goes on. That part of it was awful.
I suppose this possibly flies in the face of my recent tirade on being accosted to buy things "for charity" in parking lots. But, really, it's altogether different. I'm not interested in the middle men. They're the ones that irk me, not people in need.
I realized that I've taken to keeping some cash on me to give to people who ask. 10 years ago, I might have just gone off on somebody asking me for money, regardless of their circumstances so this is a definite change of character. What I don't know is this: am I stupid to do that? In my mind, I think that maybe this is a chance to do a kindness for someone from whom I have nothing to gain. I don't have any idea what they want or need that money for. Maybe they'll use it to buy drugs. But, don't drug addicts need to eat too? Maybe they need someone to smile and help them instead of walking away.
For three years, J and I were seriously broke. Welfare kind of broke. We had to do it to get J through school. It was something that you just can't imagine until you are there. The humiliation of applying for aid at the office, the strange and condescending looks from people behind you in the grocery store, the list goes on. That part of it was awful.
I suppose this possibly flies in the face of my recent tirade on being accosted to buy things "for charity" in parking lots. But, really, it's altogether different. I'm not interested in the middle men. They're the ones that irk me, not people in need.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Fahrenheit 9/11
An excellent documentary for those who always suspected Bush was a shady character. It definitely had an inflammatory tone and I'm sure that Michael Moore is probably an asshole. The question is this: Is Bush a bigger one?
More car fun
Did I mention that Lily and I were almost hit by cars in two separate incidents on Thursday? They were serious close calls. If I hadn't jumped back, we would have been creamed. Two times, cars came careening around corners that we had the ROW to cross in the crosswalk.
I guess if this stuff comes in threes, we're even with the cosmos after the one earlier this week. Let's hope so. You'd think that the canary yellow stroller would be easy to spot. Apparently not.
I guess if this stuff comes in threes, we're even with the cosmos after the one earlier this week. Let's hope so. You'd think that the canary yellow stroller would be easy to spot. Apparently not.
12 years ago....
...yesterday, we got married. We called in sick to work on a Friday and drove to Reno to get married. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Cars that go boom
Lily and I were out on our morning constitutional today when we witnessed a car crash. We and a bicycle rider were crossing in the crosswalk with the light in our favor. The first car that was turning right stopped. The second car stopped. The third car not only hit the second car, but it crunched it into the first. We were on the sidewalk by the time the drivers were exiting their cars.
So, now I'm thinking, what is gong to happen to the guy in the second car. They didn't have any way to escape hitting the first car. They were stopped and pushed by the third car. Will they get cited for rear ending the first car? Talk about insult to injury. Two smashed bumpers *and* a ticket? The traffic gods must be angry with them.
So, now I'm thinking, what is gong to happen to the guy in the second car. They didn't have any way to escape hitting the first car. They were stopped and pushed by the third car. Will they get cited for rear ending the first car? Talk about insult to injury. Two smashed bumpers *and* a ticket? The traffic gods must be angry with them.
Happy Dance
J and I decided to order the BOB Revolution Duallie for me for Mother's Day. The good part was that REI had a sale with 20% off so we saved a hundred dollars off the stroller. The bad news was that we waited too long into the sale and the stroller went on backorder with no anticipated shipping date. The good news is that when I emailed REI yesterday, they said it was back in stock and that it will be here by Saturday.
Hooray!
It will arrive with before Ian gets out of school on June 9th. I walk about 3-5 miles a day with Lily right now thus I was concerned that Ian wouldn't be able to ride that far on his bike. Hence, the great stroller search ensued. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a stroller that would fit Ian's skinny but tall 6 year old frame? Let's just say you can't just stop by your local Babies R Us and grab one. And after giving the ones that they have in stock a whirl, I can see why most people just don't ever use their strollers. I've been astonished how many ads on craigslist include the wording, "almost new stroller" or "barely used" or "bought it and then it lived in our garage".
Hooray!
It will arrive with before Ian gets out of school on June 9th. I walk about 3-5 miles a day with Lily right now thus I was concerned that Ian wouldn't be able to ride that far on his bike. Hence, the great stroller search ensued. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a stroller that would fit Ian's skinny but tall 6 year old frame? Let's just say you can't just stop by your local Babies R Us and grab one. And after giving the ones that they have in stock a whirl, I can see why most people just don't ever use their strollers. I've been astonished how many ads on craigslist include the wording, "almost new stroller" or "barely used" or "bought it and then it lived in our garage".
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Blog fodder: This means you
I haven't had the blog going long enough to detail the many people in my life. But, friends and enemies, beware. You could be next.
I woke up this morning to the insistent ringing of the phone next to my head. Imagine my surprise when it wasn't a police officer, funeral home, ER director or extended family member. Instead, it was my long lost Trish (currently enduring a MS program with her DH at Penn State). What a relief. Being that I'm a crummy friend and that I hate to talk on the phone when the small people are awake, I've been woefully derelict in keeping up with her since we both fled Utah. Note to self: call Trish more often.
Strangely, this event finally motivated me to head to the Verizon Wireless store to figure out why my cell phone gets such crappy reception on our street and in our house. It appears that it's not me and not the phone. But, it is the reason why I hardly ever call anyone and generally ignore the ringing if I'm at home. I just can't hear much of what anyone says which is doubly aggravating when the little people are, at the same moment, clamoring for attention. The trouble ticket is out there and I should hear back in 48 hours. I didn't have this problem when we lived on the other side of the freeway and it may lead to upgrading this phone that I've decided I don't particularly care for.
I woke up this morning to the insistent ringing of the phone next to my head. Imagine my surprise when it wasn't a police officer, funeral home, ER director or extended family member. Instead, it was my long lost Trish (currently enduring a MS program with her DH at Penn State). What a relief. Being that I'm a crummy friend and that I hate to talk on the phone when the small people are awake, I've been woefully derelict in keeping up with her since we both fled Utah. Note to self: call Trish more often.
Strangely, this event finally motivated me to head to the Verizon Wireless store to figure out why my cell phone gets such crappy reception on our street and in our house. It appears that it's not me and not the phone. But, it is the reason why I hardly ever call anyone and generally ignore the ringing if I'm at home. I just can't hear much of what anyone says which is doubly aggravating when the little people are, at the same moment, clamoring for attention. The trouble ticket is out there and I should hear back in 48 hours. I didn't have this problem when we lived on the other side of the freeway and it may lead to upgrading this phone that I've decided I don't particularly care for.
Monday, May 22, 2006
And it sickens me further to note
That a recent study determined that an individual working full time at minimum wage would be unable to afford a fair market rate apartment in any city, county or state in America. Not one. Anywhere. In the entire country. Something about that makes me feel as though we have no hope for a future as Americans. Couple that with a war and lower taxes for the wealthy and I think we've made our priorities painfully clear.
Maybe Jonah was right about Ninevah. Maybe it really is too late for spiritual redemption in this culture of excess.
Maybe Jonah was right about Ninevah. Maybe it really is too late for spiritual redemption in this culture of excess.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Back from hiatus
So, it's been a while since I posted last. I've been avoiding it due to a sudden upswing of emotional vampirism from needy family members. It's not that I don't want to be supportive but I just can't continue it when it's making me sick and negatively affecting my relationship with my children and husband. This has been a recurring problem in the last 15 years. It starts slowly and then suddenly I'm sick and headachy and tense physically from the incessant need to whine and complain and yet do nothing to change their circumstances. So, I'm giving myself permission to say no. No more hours on the phone listening to a litany of woe. No more of my home being hijacked at the whim of anyone not living here. I need to follow my own advice and take positive action to get back on track. I'm a grown up and responsible for the choices I make. I can choose not to get entangled in this. I can choose to let it go.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I hate people
Today was one of those days. Ian's ear was hurting so I had to pick him up early from school and get him into the doctor to have it checked. All this went smoothly. The ear is fine, he has allergies. No big surprise there considering that J and I are both dueling the pollen beasties at the moment.
So, we're driving back home and it occurs to me that I'll be going by a store that I needed to pick something up at tomorrow. The kids were getting along and I decided to dash in with them.
I was accosted. Twice. And this was after being accosted on the way into and out of WalMart in search of a cake mix to make for my mom's birthday. AND on the way into Safeway (next door to WalMart) to get Lily some water.
Some strange man hollered at me on the way in that, didn't I want to buy some candy for a good cause?" I tried to nicely tell him, "No, thank you" while wrangling the kids into the store but this kind of thing makes me instantly redline. We got our stuff, and we were good to go. I step back out of the store and this same guy is still trying to get me to pony up, "It's just a dollar." This is where I lose it. We turned on our heels and got into the car. The embarrassing thing is that I didn't take my stress out on that guy. My kids got the brunt of it since they were heckling each other in the back seat. I really need to work on that. I have this intense need for silence following this kind of crap. Situations like this just make me want to scream and who knows? Maybe that guy is an axe murderer and would have pounded me if I'd gone off on him.
What is with these people? I give at church and I give at Ian's school and to pretty much anyone that doesn't want me to buy something. I always keep a bit of cash in my wallet to give to someone to buy food or whatever. Really, I mean, what if that person was Jesus for crying out loud? But it's just beyond aggravating when they want to SELL me something. We don't have TV because I can't stand the advertising. I feel like something is wrong with the world. How can it be that everything seems to ultimately distill to advertising and sales revenue? It makes me sick.
So, we're driving back home and it occurs to me that I'll be going by a store that I needed to pick something up at tomorrow. The kids were getting along and I decided to dash in with them.
I was accosted. Twice. And this was after being accosted on the way into and out of WalMart in search of a cake mix to make for my mom's birthday. AND on the way into Safeway (next door to WalMart) to get Lily some water.
Some strange man hollered at me on the way in that, didn't I want to buy some candy for a good cause?" I tried to nicely tell him, "No, thank you" while wrangling the kids into the store but this kind of thing makes me instantly redline. We got our stuff, and we were good to go. I step back out of the store and this same guy is still trying to get me to pony up, "It's just a dollar." This is where I lose it. We turned on our heels and got into the car. The embarrassing thing is that I didn't take my stress out on that guy. My kids got the brunt of it since they were heckling each other in the back seat. I really need to work on that. I have this intense need for silence following this kind of crap. Situations like this just make me want to scream and who knows? Maybe that guy is an axe murderer and would have pounded me if I'd gone off on him.
What is with these people? I give at church and I give at Ian's school and to pretty much anyone that doesn't want me to buy something. I always keep a bit of cash in my wallet to give to someone to buy food or whatever. Really, I mean, what if that person was Jesus for crying out loud? But it's just beyond aggravating when they want to SELL me something. We don't have TV because I can't stand the advertising. I feel like something is wrong with the world. How can it be that everything seems to ultimately distill to advertising and sales revenue? It makes me sick.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
I just can't remember
I had thought of something interesting earlier today to blog about. Of course, now it's slipped my mind so I just be boring instead. Wait! I remember now....
A friend of mine posted recently about going for a walk all by herself and how wonderful it was to spend that time alone. I was washing the dishes tonight when I realized why I like cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Nobody bothers me. They've all figured out that if you venture into the kitchen after dinner, you'll get drafted into work or possibly swatted at or snapped by an errant dish towel. But, if you keep your person OUT of the kitchen, you can fool around as long as no screaming erupts to distract me from the task at hand. For some reason, they constantly interrupt me while I'm cooking dinner which has forced me into my "get all the prep work done" fervor in the morning once Ian and J are off to school and work and Lily is occupied by crayons or a movie. Those interruptions are the ones that make me crazy because I like to cook and it would be nice to spend that time concentrating on cooking rather than on shooing annoying interlopers out of the kitchen.
Did I mention I have a sunburn? I took Ian and Lily to the park for lunch on Friday. Ian had the audacity to ask if we could sit in the shade and eat. "But Mom! I might get hot." This declaration followed an interminable period of gray and rain we suffered through for months this winter. Foolish me sat in the sun while the kids dashed about and I've got quite the tomato skin going on now. Strangely, it didn't bother me at all yesterday but my arms feel hot and achy now. This seems to happen to me every year. I get one spectacular sunburn and then I'm good to go. I just wish I'd had a sleeveless shirt on since I'm sporting a fearsome farmer's tan now.
A friend of mine posted recently about going for a walk all by herself and how wonderful it was to spend that time alone. I was washing the dishes tonight when I realized why I like cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Nobody bothers me. They've all figured out that if you venture into the kitchen after dinner, you'll get drafted into work or possibly swatted at or snapped by an errant dish towel. But, if you keep your person OUT of the kitchen, you can fool around as long as no screaming erupts to distract me from the task at hand. For some reason, they constantly interrupt me while I'm cooking dinner which has forced me into my "get all the prep work done" fervor in the morning once Ian and J are off to school and work and Lily is occupied by crayons or a movie. Those interruptions are the ones that make me crazy because I like to cook and it would be nice to spend that time concentrating on cooking rather than on shooing annoying interlopers out of the kitchen.
Did I mention I have a sunburn? I took Ian and Lily to the park for lunch on Friday. Ian had the audacity to ask if we could sit in the shade and eat. "But Mom! I might get hot." This declaration followed an interminable period of gray and rain we suffered through for months this winter. Foolish me sat in the sun while the kids dashed about and I've got quite the tomato skin going on now. Strangely, it didn't bother me at all yesterday but my arms feel hot and achy now. This seems to happen to me every year. I get one spectacular sunburn and then I'm good to go. I just wish I'd had a sleeveless shirt on since I'm sporting a fearsome farmer's tan now.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Whirlwind
It's been an extremely full weekend.
Saturday, we walked the kids all over town, including to and from the vigil mass. I think we racked up close to 6 miles Saturday and about 4 this morning running errands. We came home and got the whole house cleaned and scrubbed and vacuumed and then we headed out to the backyard. The kids washed all the patio chairs and the playstands and garden tools while J turned the soil along one side of the fence for the garden. I spent that time sweeping the patio clean (which took forever) then knocking down all the cobwebs. After that I got the hose out and sprayed down all that was left and washed the walls and hosed down the cement. It's like having our own solarium now.
We were viciously attacked by the BBQ bug and went out to Home Depot to finally purchase a grill. That led to finding a propane place since HD was all sold out. Luckily, we found one on the way home that just happened to have one left. Score! The remainder of the evening, after the kids were sound asleep, consisted of J building the grill and me leafing through cookbooks trying to remember how to use one. We haven't had one since ours was stolen from our stairwell (along with all our BBQ tools) the first month we were in our apartment at BYU three years ago.
Tomorrow night, we grill.
Saturday, we walked the kids all over town, including to and from the vigil mass. I think we racked up close to 6 miles Saturday and about 4 this morning running errands. We came home and got the whole house cleaned and scrubbed and vacuumed and then we headed out to the backyard. The kids washed all the patio chairs and the playstands and garden tools while J turned the soil along one side of the fence for the garden. I spent that time sweeping the patio clean (which took forever) then knocking down all the cobwebs. After that I got the hose out and sprayed down all that was left and washed the walls and hosed down the cement. It's like having our own solarium now.
We were viciously attacked by the BBQ bug and went out to Home Depot to finally purchase a grill. That led to finding a propane place since HD was all sold out. Luckily, we found one on the way home that just happened to have one left. Score! The remainder of the evening, after the kids were sound asleep, consisted of J building the grill and me leafing through cookbooks trying to remember how to use one. We haven't had one since ours was stolen from our stairwell (along with all our BBQ tools) the first month we were in our apartment at BYU three years ago.
Tomorrow night, we grill.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Feeling better, can you tell?
I've noticed my posting frequency declines swiftly when I'm feeling better. The sun is finally out and it's 80 degrees and I'm just in heaven over it. I think another week of the gray and rain and cold might have led to a loss of the tenuous grasp I had on my sanity. My arthritis was really bothering my hands the past two days but it seems to be resolved now. Well, mostly, anyway. Maybe I'm getting better at ignoring it?
I took a new route to the park today. It took me just about 50 minutes at a pretty snappy pace which is perfect. Now I need to commit to what kind of double stroller I need for the summer. The skinflint in me is clamoring for the relatively inexpensive Babytrend jogger I saw at Babies R Us. The snob is campaigning for the BOB Duallie. It's a moot discussion in either direction until I can get Ian to the store to try them out. He may just be way too big for the Babytrend which leaves only the second option. I guess I'll have to drag him out with me this weekend.
Speaking of the weekend, Ian has a birthday party to attend. He's so excited. We already bought the gift, we just need a card.
I took a new route to the park today. It took me just about 50 minutes at a pretty snappy pace which is perfect. Now I need to commit to what kind of double stroller I need for the summer. The skinflint in me is clamoring for the relatively inexpensive Babytrend jogger I saw at Babies R Us. The snob is campaigning for the BOB Duallie. It's a moot discussion in either direction until I can get Ian to the store to try them out. He may just be way too big for the Babytrend which leaves only the second option. I guess I'll have to drag him out with me this weekend.
Speaking of the weekend, Ian has a birthday party to attend. He's so excited. We already bought the gift, we just need a card.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Busy busy busy
Since I last posted:
Took the kids to grandma's for the weekend.
Shopped for new bed and mattress with DH.
Built new bed (gotta love IKEA) with aforementioned DH.
Received the heated mattress pad I ordered.
Moved dismantled loft bed to grandma's.
Broke the stupid seat belt thingie on the driver's side back seat.
Searched the internet to fix stupid seat belt thingie.
Coerced DH to help me fix it.
FIXED!
Little known secret to marital harmony: mattresses that don't give you a backache and dual control heated mattress pad.
Took the kids to grandma's for the weekend.
Shopped for new bed and mattress with DH.
Built new bed (gotta love IKEA) with aforementioned DH.
Received the heated mattress pad I ordered.
Moved dismantled loft bed to grandma's.
Broke the stupid seat belt thingie on the driver's side back seat.
Searched the internet to fix stupid seat belt thingie.
Coerced DH to help me fix it.
FIXED!
Little known secret to marital harmony: mattresses that don't give you a backache and dual control heated mattress pad.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Portents of things to come
I caught a glimpse of the future in my relationship with my children today. They are remarkable little people when we're not all exhausted and sick and crabby.
I took my first journey with them *in six years* without a stroller. We went to the Folsom Zoo and Wildlife Sanctuary. Lily was afraid of the tigers but really loved the peacocks. My favorite were the bears. Ian loved it all. We walked and ogled the animals. We climbed stairs and ran down ramps together. We rode the model steam train (sans the normal stroller, diaper bag and other small person accoutrements) and waved to people and neither of them attempted an escape en route or other such possible catastrophes. Did I mention the sun was out?
A good, good day.
I took my first journey with them *in six years* without a stroller. We went to the Folsom Zoo and Wildlife Sanctuary. Lily was afraid of the tigers but really loved the peacocks. My favorite were the bears. Ian loved it all. We walked and ogled the animals. We climbed stairs and ran down ramps together. We rode the model steam train (sans the normal stroller, diaper bag and other small person accoutrements) and waved to people and neither of them attempted an escape en route or other such possible catastrophes. Did I mention the sun was out?
A good, good day.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Resolution
It's all resolved now. I think. Unless things change again. Or something.
Either way, the kids are still sick. I took them both into the Dr yesterday and they have sinus infections. Thus, they have embarked upon a new round of antibiotics which will hopefully stomp all over their infections. I can hope.
We had a nice Easter holiday with the family. Almost everyone in the area was able to attend and I think we all had a good time stuffing ourselves with pie. J's grandmother looked so good (especially considering she's got terminal cancer) as did his grandfather.
J's mom offered to take the kids this weekend and barring any new health crises, J and I should get a break. We really need the time to go find a new mattress for our bed since we're both having awful backaches from the one we've got now. Ever tried mattress shopping with a 2 yo and a 6 yo? It ain't pretty, let me tell you.
Either way, the kids are still sick. I took them both into the Dr yesterday and they have sinus infections. Thus, they have embarked upon a new round of antibiotics which will hopefully stomp all over their infections. I can hope.
We had a nice Easter holiday with the family. Almost everyone in the area was able to attend and I think we all had a good time stuffing ourselves with pie. J's grandmother looked so good (especially considering she's got terminal cancer) as did his grandfather.
J's mom offered to take the kids this weekend and barring any new health crises, J and I should get a break. We really need the time to go find a new mattress for our bed since we're both having awful backaches from the one we've got now. Ever tried mattress shopping with a 2 yo and a 6 yo? It ain't pretty, let me tell you.
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