Friday, August 29, 2008
Camping
I've even left the house semi-clean this time! So, if you're going to break in, just sweep and mop the kitchen, and clean up any messes you make while you're here...
Oh, and clear out by Monday, when we'll be getting back.
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Oh, and clear out by Monday, when we'll be getting back.
Labels: camping
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Uh oh...
This weekend, I was trying to whisper something into Maya's ear (she's one of the 10 year olds) and she whipped her head around to give me her other ear. I asked if there was something wrong with the first one and she said, "Oh yeah, that one doesn't work any more..."
What? When did this happen? She said she thinks it happened when she she was 4 or so, and watching Teletubbies on the couch. That's SIX YEARS ago!
I took this opportunity to remind all of the kids that if a body part of theirs quits working, they should tell one of us about it right away. (Sometimes I can not believe the stuff I have to tell my children.)
The pediatrician said that it isn't earwax or a fluid buildup, and recommended that we see an audiologist. He refused to speculate about what might be going wrong...so like any good mom I looked it up on the internet.
It's unlikely it's in infection, because the tympanogram was fine, and everything looked good (that's still what I'm hoping for, though.)
This is one of the times where having identical twins is cool! There are a host of genetic abnormalities that could cause long term hearing loss, but we have a perfect control subject who doesn't have any of those issues. Also, they've pretty much had the same courses of meds (no ototoxic ones) and have been exposed the same environment. I can't think of an accident or injury that Maya's had that would affect her hearing, but it's possible.
So, I'm back to hoping it's an infection, although that's already pretty much been ruled out...
Any ideas? We should be setting up the appointment with the audiologist tomorrow.
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What? When did this happen? She said she thinks it happened when she she was 4 or so, and watching Teletubbies on the couch. That's SIX YEARS ago!
I took this opportunity to remind all of the kids that if a body part of theirs quits working, they should tell one of us about it right away. (Sometimes I can not believe the stuff I have to tell my children.)
The pediatrician said that it isn't earwax or a fluid buildup, and recommended that we see an audiologist. He refused to speculate about what might be going wrong...so like any good mom I looked it up on the internet.
It's unlikely it's in infection, because the tympanogram was fine, and everything looked good (that's still what I'm hoping for, though.)
This is one of the times where having identical twins is cool! There are a host of genetic abnormalities that could cause long term hearing loss, but we have a perfect control subject who doesn't have any of those issues. Also, they've pretty much had the same courses of meds (no ototoxic ones) and have been exposed the same environment. I can't think of an accident or injury that Maya's had that would affect her hearing, but it's possible.
So, I'm back to hoping it's an infection, although that's already pretty much been ruled out...
Any ideas? We should be setting up the appointment with the audiologist tomorrow.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Another post from the radio.
Sorry, we've been driving all over, so I've been listening to the radio a lot...
From Eric Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues:
"And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms."
What?! Please don't! I'm sure he meant it to be romantic, but can you imagine a WORSE thing to wake up to? What was he thinking?
If I wrote it, it would go like this:
"And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in a hospital or other institutional setting so that you will be spared the clean up..."
Subsequent verses would explain how he would have updated his will recently and that accessing the life insurance policy should be no problem. Also, that he fixed up the house so there shouldn't be any major repairs in the first couple of years after his death.
Romance has its place, but I'm a practical gal.
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From Eric Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues:
"And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms."
What?! Please don't! I'm sure he meant it to be romantic, but can you imagine a WORSE thing to wake up to? What was he thinking?
If I wrote it, it would go like this:
"And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in a hospital or other institutional setting so that you will be spared the clean up..."
Subsequent verses would explain how he would have updated his will recently and that accessing the life insurance policy should be no problem. Also, that he fixed up the house so there shouldn't be any major repairs in the first couple of years after his death.
Romance has its place, but I'm a practical gal.
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Friday, August 22, 2008
I heard this on the radio...
"Your mama don't dance, and your daddy don't rock n' roll."
How can they know that? Do they see me?
:-/
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How can they know that? Do they see me?
:-/
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Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday, Monday,
can't trust that day. Unless you were expecting it to be gray and sleepy, then it's pretty much on target.
Yesterday was fun. It was my birthday, w00t! I ended up subbing in Primary, with the 5 year olds. I told them it was my birthday, and asked them old how they thought I was turning. One kid had a look of awe on his face and said, "Twenty?" as if that was the biggest number he could think of. I said, "Aren't you sweet? I'm 38."
Seven little mouths dropped open. It was the only time the room was silent all day!
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Yesterday was fun. It was my birthday, w00t! I ended up subbing in Primary, with the 5 year olds. I told them it was my birthday, and asked them old how they thought I was turning. One kid had a look of awe on his face and said, "Twenty?" as if that was the biggest number he could think of. I said, "Aren't you sweet? I'm 38."
Seven little mouths dropped open. It was the only time the room was silent all day!
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Saturday, August 09, 2008
Ooh, creepy!
If they ever do a full scale horror musical, I hope they choose Wade Robson as the choreographer!
This is from his new Cirque production (shown on the SYTYCD Finale):
Here's one of my favorites, from SYTYCD Season 2. I think they're zombies, but I'm not sure, and I don't care, it's nice and spooky!
He's actually done a bunch of stuff, but these "off" sorts of performances are my favorites.
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This is from his new Cirque production (shown on the SYTYCD Finale):
Here's one of my favorites, from SYTYCD Season 2. I think they're zombies, but I'm not sure, and I don't care, it's nice and spooky!
He's actually done a bunch of stuff, but these "off" sorts of performances are my favorites.
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Thursday, August 07, 2008
Back!
We went camping with our homeschool group. There were 10 families there (wow!), which translates into about 7 zillion kids and 5 or so dogs. We filled a lot of the campground, which made it feel very cozy and safe.
The kids ranged from 15 on down to 18 months, and they all got along pretty well. They're growing up, and it's bittersweet. Some of the kids have been in this group since it started, back in 2001, and it's weird to think they won't be kids forever.
And it was great to have so much grown up time! I didn't really know all of the other parents very well before the trip, and I really feel like I got a chance to connect with everyone. You end up getting a pretty good glimpse at someone's personality when you've spent a few days getting dirty and flooded out with them, and I was impressed with everyone who came.
And flood it did. The last night was a bit on the "dramatic" side, easily the worst rain we've ever camped in. We had a river running through our camper for about 15 minutes, until Davin saved the day by tossing a tarp over the side that was getting hammered. And the hail didn't help much, although the kids and I had a lot of fun loudly proclaiming, "What the hail is going on around here?" Try it, it's fun!
Some of the other folks, in tents especially, had a rough time. That was the worst part of the night, worrying about everyone else. We kept tabs on the other campers as best we could, just to make sure no one got washed away!
And, this morning, we needed another family's help just to tear down our camp. Something is wrong with one of the bed rails on the pop up, and it didn't want to slide in. There's no way to pull it if it's not popped down, so if the other family hadn't been there to help we'd be living in Central City now! We are so glad they were still there, whew!
I can't find my camera, so hopefully I will get some photos soon from other (read: more responsible) parents. Until then, just picture us in the sun, happy, and busy!
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The kids ranged from 15 on down to 18 months, and they all got along pretty well. They're growing up, and it's bittersweet. Some of the kids have been in this group since it started, back in 2001, and it's weird to think they won't be kids forever.
And it was great to have so much grown up time! I didn't really know all of the other parents very well before the trip, and I really feel like I got a chance to connect with everyone. You end up getting a pretty good glimpse at someone's personality when you've spent a few days getting dirty and flooded out with them, and I was impressed with everyone who came.
And flood it did. The last night was a bit on the "dramatic" side, easily the worst rain we've ever camped in. We had a river running through our camper for about 15 minutes, until Davin saved the day by tossing a tarp over the side that was getting hammered. And the hail didn't help much, although the kids and I had a lot of fun loudly proclaiming, "What the hail is going on around here?" Try it, it's fun!
Some of the other folks, in tents especially, had a rough time. That was the worst part of the night, worrying about everyone else. We kept tabs on the other campers as best we could, just to make sure no one got washed away!
And, this morning, we needed another family's help just to tear down our camp. Something is wrong with one of the bed rails on the pop up, and it didn't want to slide in. There's no way to pull it if it's not popped down, so if the other family hadn't been there to help we'd be living in Central City now! We are so glad they were still there, whew!
I can't find my camera, so hopefully I will get some photos soon from other (read: more responsible) parents. Until then, just picture us in the sun, happy, and busy!
Labels: camping, homeschooling, weather
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Sunday, August 03, 2008
Gone Campin'
