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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Early Wednesday Morning Thoughts

2 Apr

It’s not even 8 am here, and so far…

Collin figured out why the bus kept coming early – because all our kitchen clocks were off.  Oops.  Since he fixed that, our mornings have been running smoother.

I just called the school to let them know Maura won’t be in school today because she’s “full of laxatives and that wouldn’t be fair”.

I’m really hoping I get to finish my coffee before Maura wakes up.

I would love to know why I woke up at not yet six a.m. – that is NOT how I work.

I was really happy to discover that the kids didn’t eat all the blueberry scones.  It’s going nicely with my coffee.

I would love to know how I disabled my wifi on my desktop yesterday, but glad I finally clicked on the right button today to get it reconnected and working.

I love wireless keyboards.

It’s still not 8 a.m. here.

I appreciate that the bus driver understands my wave of “She’s not going to school” so I don’t have to run to the curb to explain things.

I’m patting myself on the head because I remembered to charge the crackTab last night, in preparation for Operation Let It Go today.

Yes, I have decided to refer to Maura’s need to poop as Operation Let It Go.  I blame my binging on “Once Upon a Time” and her binging on “Frozen” for that.

It’s now 8 a.m.  I am pushing my luck with this alone time, and should go finish my coffee while it’s still warm.

Mmm…coffee.

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No squirrels were harmed in the making of this post

28 Mar

A young teen girl however, was slightly traumatized for a few minutes.

So the other day, it was sunny and nice and spring-like out. I lured Maura away from the crackTab and all it’s Netflix with “Why don’t you play outside?  Look! I have bubbles!”

Maura loves outside, and loves bubbles.

Of course, the dogs ran out with her. Miriam followed suit to help Maura with the bubbles and play with dogs.  I felt like, for one brief moment, I was winning at this parenting thing a little.

Then Miriam came to the door with a worried look to announce “Moooom, I think Zoey caught a squirrel!”

WHAT?

Those of you who follow along (you know, my favorites) know that Zoey the Big Dog has been slightly obsessed with squirrels.  There were none in Ireland.  Here, we have about 250 running through our yard.  Okay, I exaggerate a little, but I swear, the other day, there were five on my fence.  So I expect more, smaller squirrels in a couple months.

Zoey loves to chase squirrels.  Maybe she wants to just herd them – she is an Australian Shepherd.  Herding is in her blood.

But to catch one?

Eep.

I had visions of Zoey with a half-dead squirrel in her mouth and my good mom moment was over – because I was NOT going out where there was a half-dead squirrel in a dog’s mouth! Ew.  But then Zoey trotted by, squirrelless, and I asked Miriam where this supposedly dead squirrel was.

“Over there.” she pointed, towards the fence.

“Okay, let’s all go play out front!” I announced, grabbing bubbles and dolls.  Miriam followed suit immediately, helping me grab stuff.  Maura balked.

“Nooo!”

Maura didn’t understand why her mom and sister were fleeing the backyard.  Mim explained to Maura that they were going to blow bubbles out front. Yes, Miriam earns that gold star a lot.

I glanced over, to where I expected to see a dying bloody lump of squirrel.  I didn’t see that, but I did see this up in the neglected landscaping portion of the side yard…

well, it is furry

well, it is furry

 

My first thought was “Well, that doesn’t look too fresh.”  Then I noticed it was under a fallen branch.  Then I thought “Surely we would have noticed a dead squirrel in our yard before now.”  I mean, it’s not like it’s snowed here and could have been hidden for weeks.

I went closer, and leaned in a little.  And saw stitching on the paws. And realized what the thing on the ground was…

not even a squirrel

not even a squirrel doll

 

Maura had been on a kick where she played with all these small puppy/kitty dolls.  Sometimes outside.  The one cat doll got left behind, for who knows how long.  Long enough to be rained upon many times and get weathered and half-buried in tree bits and resemble a dead squirrel.

“Mim! It’s just a doll!”  I announced happily.

“OH!” Mim said in relief. “Thank God!”

Never were we so happy to see a forgotten doll outside.  Maura was just happy that we weren’t trying to shove her back into the house anymore and went back to playing with her bubbles.  The dogs remained clueless.  All the squirrels were still alive, frolicking.

For now…

 

 

 

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