Dear Sweet Child o’ Mine

19 Apr



I love you. I love you dearly Maura.  You know I will do anything for you.  Anything.

That stated -

Sweet Baby James you are something else this morning!  Yes, I understand, you’re having one of your “Very On” mornings, where you’re bright and perky and uber-interactive.  And that’s great, it really is.  I’m sure it’s because you got to sleep in.

But holy sheep girl, you need to pause for one moment so I can breathe and drink my coffee.

I’ve already stain treated the carpet from the lip sticky stuff I stepped on in your room after you yelled for me because you couldn’t get up while holding three penguins, a crackPad Jr., and sucking your thumb.

I also removed the big container of take-away sticky rice from the sofa before you could snack on it.

I high-fived you when you did put on your own leggings after I refused to help you because I was making my coffee and oh yeah, you can do it yourself, really! See?  You did it!  Great job there boo!

I played “Guess what I want from the pantry” with you, opened your snack bar, removed tags from the new clothes I bought you yesterday, and turned down the volume on the crackPad Jr. because you had it so loud you kept shouting at me but couldn’t hear anything I was saying, like “Maura, turn it down!” and “Eat at the table!” (latter one because of course, you were chewing loudly, and it’s that Special Time for Mommy when her tolerances run low.)

And just when I thought I had all the fires put out, volumes turned down, and a moment to drink the coffee…this happened.

Oh why have you failed me technology?

Oh why have you failed me technology?


Our next Life Lesson will be “How to plug everything in at night” bedtime routine.



P.S. – thank you for transitioning into playing with dolls after crackPad Jr. failed you.  Even if it means you tossing stuff around the formerly clean living room. I will always choose happiness over cleanliness.  Especially if it means I get to drink my coffee.

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17 Apr

In a moment of inspired “We Can Do It!”, two friends and I signed up for personal training at the local gym.


It’s a good idea – we’re all three at similar fitness levels (aka, none, lol) and have great senses of humor so can laugh at with each other.  We have weight to lose, and goals to reach.

The problem is, after Day One, I can barely lift my coffee cup this morning.

It may actually hurt to type.


It’s all good, really.  I mean, years of doing absolutely nothing have gotten me to this point – which is a very out of shape, kinda wobbly point.  My main goals are to lose weight and become stronger, because Maura’s getting my size, and is beginning to knock me down with love.  No, really, she will launch herself at you to give you a hug, and I have started bracing myself otherwise I stumble backwards.

Also, I’m realizing that I’m not as young as I once was, and I don’t want to be one of those older women who are out of shape and waddling, huffing as they walk.  I don’t want to be that person.  I want to be dancing still when I’m 80 years old.

So I’m paying some young guy to make me lift heavy things and glare at him by the end of our session while telling him I may not like him so much.

Which is why I can’t have my husband help me work out.  While he may know all the right ways to work out, me telling him I don’t like him, and to eff off by the end of the work out won’t be good for our marriage.  Young guy I’m paying?  Can laugh it off.

I haven’t told him to eff off though.  Yet.  I might.  I make no promises.

But here we are, trying to get into shape.  And while doing so, I’m just going to remember why I’m doing this.  It’s not just about me, it’s about this girl who needs me to be healthy and around for a few more decades.  And not getting my hip broken when she knocks me over with a hug.

The things we do for our children…



It’s not that I have nothing to say…

15 Apr

…it’s more that my brain may be spinning out of control because there’s so much going on, coupled with the idea that wow, it’s actually spring out, and sunny, and things are blooming here and I’m convinced that the PNW is trying to seduce me with its charms by sending a pair of ducks to visit in my back yard.

seriously - ducks

seriously – ducks


The kids had Spring Break last week, plus we had a friend over from Ireland, and what the heck, the weather’s so nice suddenly, let’s have a bbq.  That’s when the ducks arrived as well.  And for better or worse – but probably hopefully just better – I’ve joined a couple friends and we’ve signed up for personal training at the local gym.  God help that nice young man who’s taking us lot on.

There’s also been a call to Poison Control (to learn that it’s okay to take 30 or so B12 vitamin gummies) and one dog who wandered off (but only for 20 minutes, and she made friends with a couple walking through the neighborhood with their dog) and the water pipe below all the giant landscaping boulders has sprung a leak, leading to this lovely view for now…

I'm referring to it as our duck pond.

I’m referring to it as our duck pond.



And then there was the last minute cancellation spot at the neurologist, so Maura and I went for the regular check-up visit.  The doctor must have seen that I needed more to deal with because he mentioned possibly doing a trial of taking her off seizure meds.  He was also kind enough to smile and note that I wasn’t probably ready to hear that.  Instead, we’re going to do an EEG first, see what that brain of hers is doing before deciding whether or not to try taking her off meds.

I can’t even wrap my brain around it. I think that she still needs it.  But I also think that this neurologist would be very good about listening to me when I say that, which is its own comfort.

We did have to go for a blood draw, which we haven’t done in years and were overdue in checking her blood levels.  The last blood draw we did was quite traumatic, so I let the lab person know and said “Yes, we might need an extra person.”

To those three women in the lab at Seattle Children’s Hospital – thank you.  Thank you for keeping the mood light and for telling Maura how good she was being even when she cried and howled, and to the one who totally distracted her when she said “Do you like the movie “Frozen”?” and started singing “Let It Go”.  I’m glad you all got to see how quickly Maura was over her trauma and her smile of relief at the end.

And I’m also grateful for the Starbuck’s located in the lobby where I immediately took Maura for a treat for being so very brave.

I still have to schedule her EEG, which will hopefully go a lot smoother.  But first, I shall finish my coffee.



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