Archive for January 2011

A Note from School

January 12, 2011

For the first time, J brought home a note from school.

But it wasn’t from a teacher or administrator.

It was from a girl.

There are no spelling mistakes in kindergarten.

I was at a late night meeting the night the note came home, so I didn’t get to enjoy this story first hand.  But as K relayed it to me, I wish I had been there.

K decided not to open and read it.  Instead, she asked J to open and read it while we they were eating dinner.  J opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and began to read …

“To: J   From Josie

I love you so much.  Can I touch your …”

Judging from the dents in the ceiling, K and Nana both jumped about 10 feet at this point.  K immediately grabbed the note.  This is what she saw:

The actual contents of the note.

For those of you who don’t speak kindergarten, it says:

To: J  From Josie

I love you so much.  Can I tell you my secret?  It’s true.

Love ya,

Josie

Obviously J’s burgeoning reading skills prompted him to read “tell you” as “touch your.”

Maybe it was simply wishful thinking.

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Blymey!

January 10, 2011

I addition to the various fun gifts K received on her birthday last week, she also got one not-so-fun gift.

She was diagnosed with lyme disease.

Over the past year or so, she’s been on some low-dose pain medication to help alleviate some hip pain (an artifact of carrying twins … a lovely parting gift given to her by our children).  A couple of weeks ago, her prescription lapsed, so she spent a couple of days without this medication.

So the hip pain returned.

But this time it brought friends.

First, her shoulder hurt.  Then it was a knee.  Then her lower back.  Knowing that the onset of her 40s was fast approaching, she first chalked it up to age.  Then, at our Sunday School Christmas party, she had a conversation with a class member who also happens to be a pharmacist.  In between their exciting (to them) conversation of geeky pharmacological-speak, he mentioned that he had similar symptoms several months ago and tested positive for lyme disease.

We’ve always been leery of lyme disease, mostly because our house sits in the middle of deer-infested woods.  A couple of years before he passed away, our dog had been diagnosed with lyme disease.  A neighbor had a  similar story of moving aches and pains and was diagnosed with lyme disease.

Given all these data points, K finally decided to get checked out.  Her doctor was initially dismissive, but went ahead with the test.  She called with the positive results on K’s birthday last week.

So now, K is in the middle of a 21 day antibiotic regimen.  Other than causing mild nausea, the hardest part is that these particular antibiotics must be taken on a bizarre schedule that was so complicated we finally made up a chart to figure it out.  Hopefully this will knock out the little Borrelia burgdorferi sensu stricto buggers.  If not, we move on to even more fun, like an antibiotic drip.

Stay tuned.

Yet Another 6 Months

January 5, 2011

J had his 6-month cardiologist appointment today.  If you remember his last appointment, you may recall the interesting environment in which it was held.  And once again, we were in a plastic surgeon’s office, which provided endless opportunities for comedic picture-taking.

Yes, they were still there.

No. Just no.

Who isn't looking for a little lift?

K thought this was appropriate, given this week's birthday.

So, on to the non-juvenile-related-humor topic.  J had another good checkup.  Everything sounded good.  But this appointment was a little different, since they put on a Holter monitor to record his EKG over a 24 hour period.  Since we knew this was coming, we decided it would be a good appointment for A to come along.

Faux-bobsledding is one way to keep two 5-year-olds occupied while waiting for the doctor.

J gets his monitor

While it didn't hurt, J was less than thrilled.

So now J gets to wear the whole contraption for 24 hours.  After that, we’ll drop off the monitor and wait for the results.

Fun!

Time for two 20s

January 4, 2011

K and I have always joked that when she hit 40 years old, I would trade her in for two 20-year-olds.

Of course, since then, I’ve learned that I can barely handle two five-year-olds.

I guess I’ll keep her.

Happy Birthday, honey.

A Nice Surprise

January 3, 2011

Since Tuesday is K’s 40th birthday, I wanted to do something special for her.  I did some preliminary work planing a surprise party, but many different circumstances conspired against me.  So I figured an even better surprise would be to give K a couple of days with her good friend The Carpoolqueen.

CPQ and I began conspiring months ago, trying to sync up our families’ various home and work schedules.  Finally, we agreed that she could come up the weekend before K’s birthday.  As the time got closer, I had to surreptitiously maneuver K to not schedule anything for this weekend (including having to convince her not to make her own trip down to see CPQ in December).

Finally we made it to Saturday morning.  CPQ left North Carolina early in the AM.  My job was to get K out of the house so CPQ could surprise her while we were out (it’s pretty impossible to surprise anybody at our house given our remote location).  But no matter what I suggested, K was determined to have a “quiet day” at home.  With hourly updates from CPQ as she drove, I had to come up with an excuse to leave the house and meet her someplace so I could bring her back to the house in our car.  Being New Year’s Day, nothing was open, so this task wasn’t easy.

Luckily, K provided me with an excuse when she commented that we really needed to make a trip to the dump to properly dispose of an old printer and microwave.  After convincing her that the dump would actually be open, I headed out to meet CPQ.  In a scene reminiscent of a Bond movie, we parked her car near our house while she got in the back seat of our truck.  Ducking down so she couldn’t be seen, we pulled into the garage.

And as we walked towards the house door from the garage, K flung open the door.

Using her cat-like reflexes, CPQ was able to duck down behind Nana’s van.  K hadn’t seen her, but had come to the door to check on me.  She was worried that something was wrong since I was home much faster than expected.  I gave her a quick assurance, then decided to spring the trap.

To say K was surprised would be an understatement

I believe K is saying "What are you doing here?!?!?"

Once they stopped crying, K and CPQ  fell right back into their normal routine of good conversation, shopping, tea drinking, manicures/pedicures, and eating too much.  Some highlights:

Working on a flower project

There was just a little shopping. I had to chaperone to keep the damage to a minimum.

I tried to help out MrCPQ by convincing CPQ to get these 4" platform stilettos. It didn't work.

Did I mention the less-than-nutritious food?

A monopolizes CPQ's iPhone.

Overall, I’m not sure we could have planned a better surprise for K.  A big thank you goes out to CPQ for doing all the hard work of driving up here.  And also a big thank you to MrCPQ for holding down the fort while she was away.