The alarm

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Confession: I was a late bed-wetter. I was such a deep sleeper that my body had trouble waking itself up to use the bathroom, and it was not until sometime in my 5th grade year when we finally got the situation under control.This was definitely a huge monkey on my back when I was in school, always having to decline sleepovers with my friends because I would inevitably pee myself overnight (but no way would I tell them the real reason I had to say no to these invitations).

My miracle solution was what we called “the pee belt,” a device that I wore that triggered an ear-piercing alarm the instant it got wet. The theory behind it is behavior modification, and eventually your body trains itself to recognize the physical cues and wake up to use the bathroom. I don’t remember how long I used that thing, but eventually it worked — in fact, it worked so well that now I wake up 2-3 times during the night to pee!

The Big Sis was night trained very early — like when she was still 2 1/2 or so. And while The Little Sis was daytime potty trained around that same age, she had the same issue as me — she was such a deep sleeper that she couldn’t wake herself up to use the bathroom and woke up with a super-soaked nighttime Pull-Up. We tried waiting it out, hoping she would outgrow it on her own, but as she approached her 5th birthday, it was clear that it was still an issue (and probably would continue to be). A little research showed that nighttime alarms are still the treatment of choice, according to nearly all studies, so I found one with good reviews on Amazon and we planned to get started as soon as we got home from vacation in mid-June. I figured during the summer was the best time to get started since we weren’t on quite as rigid of a schedule with getting her to preschool at the time.

Since The Little Sis’s room is on the other side of the house from ours, we moved her old crib mattress to our room and put in on the floor so she could sleep there and be closer for when we needed to help her overnight. It was about a 3-month process, but we have now reached the point where she was dry with the alarm for 2 weeks, has been dry without the alarm for an additional couple of weeks (I even put it away) and she is even taking herself to the bathroom all by herself now. (Even when she was waking on her own to go potty, she’d often try to get to the bathroom on her own but would become disoriented and need our help. I think she seems to be past that now.)

It’s a nice feeling to know we’re likely past this issue — and can probably move on to actually buying her a real bed for her room in the near future (she currently has a futon in there. But she sleeps on the floor. We rock.).

We humbly bow to the pee alarm.


On the run

Friday, August 19, 2016

Last year The Big Sis wanted to join Girls on the Run, but their meeting schedule conflicted with Girl Scouts, so we were unable to make that work. For those who don’t know, Girls on the Run is a 10-week curriculum for 3rd-5th graders “that inspires girls to define their lives on their own terms.” It also encourages positive emotional, social, mental, and physical development. The Girls on the Run mission statement reads as follows: “We inspire girls to be joyful, healthy and confident using a fun, experience-based curriculum which creatively integrates running.”

In addition, the organization’s core values are to:

  • Recognize our power and responsibility to be intentional in our decision making
  • Embrace our differences and find strength in our connectedness
  • Express joy, optimism and gratitude through our words, thoughts and actions
  • Nurture our physical, emotional and spiritual health
  • Lead with an open heart and assume positive intent
  • Stand up for ourselves and others

GIRL POWER, YEAH! I love the idea of this organization and the values it instills, so I was excited when The Big Sis brought home this year’s flyer and saw that the twice-weekly meetings will work well with our schedule this year. The participation fee is a bit steep considering we’ve had a lot of other back-to-school expenses this month, but as long as she was willing to commit to the activity, then we would gladly pay for it.

In signing her up,  I saw that there was a place to designate a “running buddy” for her. The running buddy will do the 5K in December with her to offer encouragement. Who would I know that would be a good running buddy for her? Hrm, well, it turns out that I’ve been looking for the right motivation to put exercise back into my schedule regularly (OMGNOTENOUGHHOURSINTHEDAY), so this is a great opportunity to actually do something about it. I’ve got someone COUNTING on me, so I can’t let her down. Now, I really don’t particularly LIKE running anymore (or ever, really, if I’m being totally honest), but I do know that I can handle a 5K, so it should be fine. I was doing some running earlier this spring, and I know it’ll take quite a bit of work to get to where I want to be post-ankle surgery (which was one year ago today, actually). I’ll give it my best shot, though. RAWR!


The fire drill

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Over the past year or so, we have come to realize that The Big Sis is prone to anxiety and worrying about everything whether it relates to her or not, and even (especially?) if it’s something pretty minor. She latches onto her worry, obsessing about it and unable to shake thinking about it.

One of The Big Sis’s major worries over the summer was about The Little Sis starting kindergarten this year. Mind you, The Little Sis wasn’t worried herself, but The Big Sis was worried for her, times 10. I tried to talk to her about it to see if we could pinpoint exactly what it was that she was worried about so I could allay her fears (at least somewhat). She finally revealed that she was worried there would be a fire drill and The Little Sis would be in the bathroom at the time and wouldn’t know what to do and would be scared.

I tried explaining to both of them what The Little Sis should do if that happened: Leave the bathroom, try to find her teacher (who’d already know to look for her), but if she couldn’t find her teacher/class then she should go outside with everyone else and find another teacher and tell them whose class she’s in, and that person would help get her back to her teacher. I also explained that her teacher has a list of all the kids in the class that she grabs when the fire alarm goes off and so she knows to look for the kids who aren’t there. However, The Big Sis continued to focus on this worry big time, despite me pointing out that the likelihood of that exact scenario happening was very low. She still never really seemed settled about it, but she moved on from obsessing about it (outwardly, at least).

Their school had their first fire drill yesterday. And THE LITTLE SIS WAS IN THE BATHROOM WHEN THE ALARM WENT OFF!!!! Of all the unlikely scenarios…then it came true! Thankfully The Little Sis reports that she didn’t freak out — she said she pulled up her skirt, decided to skip washing her hands, and by then her teacher had come to the bathroom (really close to their classroom) to collect the kids who were there. I’m a little afraid that The Big Sis is going to use this turn of events to justify her constant worrying, but part of me is a little glad this had come up beforehand and helped The Little Sis know what to do.


Five-year check

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Little Sis had her 5-year checkup earlier this week, and her stats looked like this:

Height: 3′ 9.5″ (95th percentile)
Weight: 58.2 lb. (>95th percentile)

This year’s milestone questions, which I think she’s all good on:

Can your child button some of his/her clothing, or some of his/her doll clothing?
Does your child react well when you leave him/her with a friend or sitter?
Can your child walk down stairs alternating his/her feet?
Can your child jump with his/her feet apart (broad jump)?
Can your child point while counting at least three objects?
Can your child copy a square?
Can your child name at least some of the letters of the alphabet when he/she sees them?
Can your child identify and print the first letter of his/her name?
Can your child recognize and name single numbers?
Does your child recognize common street and store signs (“stop” or “open”)?


Bring it on

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

And in another blink of an eye, summer has vanished. The calendar tells us differently, of course, as does the hot and sticky weather that persists, but with the dawn of a new school year, we have moved on from the lazier, more relaxing days of summer and have been whisked into the upcoming frenzy of the academic world. Time keeps on ticking into the future, as they say.

This year is a big one for us: In addition to The Big Sis starting 4th grade (say what?), we also have The Little Sis starting KINDERGARTEN (get out!) on the heels of celebrating her 5th birthday (jawdrop).

Our littlest baby is starting her own school adventure, and you know what? I actually couldn’t be more excited for her. I don’t feel sad about this transition. I wouldn’t even say that I feel bittersweet about it. Maybe I’m in denial and it’ll hit me later, rather unexpectedly. But part of it is because I know she’s excited. And I know she’s beyond prepared for this. But mostly I feel like I try to put an emphasis on truly enjoying the current stage my girls are experiencing without looking back too longingly at the past. Yes, we have great memories from her baby days, and from her toddler days, and from her preschool days. We soaked up our experiences in those stages and made as many memories as possible. And I know that new adventures await her — and all of us.

We choose to look forward, lest we stumble looking backward. Onward and upward! Fourth grade and kindergarten? Bring it on!


Another graduate

Friday, May 13, 2016

Just one blink of an eye and — BOOM! — we suddenly have another preschool graduate in our house. Clad in a white cap and gown, the Little Sis graduated from her pre-K program last Friday, and tears were shed, but not for the reason you might assume. Yes, my baby is no longer my baby, and it’s moments like these that harshly remind you of that fact.

No, the tears came because, unfortunately, I had to miss my little one’s major milestone because of a work trip that put me in Dallas when I really preferred to be sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair in the preschool’s gymnasium. It wasn’t the end of the world, of course, but it’s difficult as a parent when there are other obligations that force you to not be there for your kids.

I’ve been fortunate over the years because I’ve had such flexible work situations that allowed me to be there for everything else my kids (and/or The Husband and I) have deemed important — trunk or treat events, awards ceremonies, volunteering opportunities, etc. However, I’m in a position right now where I switched jobs recently, and with that job comes somewhat frequent travel (about 10 trips this year). Being such a new employee, I really didn’t feel like I could say, “Hey, so this first trip you need me to go on — but yeah, I think I’m going to bail on it.” If I were a longtime employee, I could see how it might have been easier to say such a thing, but as someone who is still new and learning the ropes, it just wasn’t in my best interest overall to do that.So I sat in a hotel conference room instead of at my baby’s graduation.

But, I chose not to focus on that end of things, and offered The Little Sis my support and excitement before I left, after I returned, and on the phone when I was gone. I had The Husband take plenty of videos during the ceremony, and I recruited some good friends to take some pictures for us. No, it wasn’t the same as actually being there myself, but I know better than to beat myself up about it. Long term, she’s unlikely to remember much about preschool graduation, let alone the fact that I wasn’t there in person.

In fact, now that I think about it more, given how terrible my memory is lately, give it another couple years and I myself will forget that I wasn’t actually there!


A self-esteem boost

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Yesterday I had to take a shower with The Little Sis to make sure she got her hair clean. We stepped into the shower, and she looks at me from head to toe and says, “I love how you came out.” A little confused, I asked her what she meant. She said, “I love how you came out — like how your body looks.”

If anyone needs a self-esteem boost, she’s your girl.

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Then again, maybe look out for this one.

Also in this same shower, The Little Sis was looking at my gallbladder surgery scars, and she was acting a little freaked out. I told her they didn’t hurt me, and I poked one of them so she could see. She said, “Even if I bite it, it still wouldn’t hurt?” Bite it?! Why would that even occur to her as an option?!


Hidden laughter

Friday, April 15, 2016

I think The Little Sis is long past the point of needing to take a nap at preschool, but she gets one anyway. Which would be fine except for the fact that she then has a very hard time going to sleep at night, sometimes not asleep until after I go to bed (anywhere from 10 to 11 p.m.). Naturally, she’s then hard to wake up in the morning, and she then takes a nap at preschool because she’s sleep-deficient, and we get to do the whole cycle repeatedly.

Usually when she’s having trouble going to sleep at night, she’ll play with her baby dolls in her room. We can hear her talking when she does this, and it would be cute if not for the fact that it happens at 10 p.m. Many times she’ll invent numerous excuses for coming out of her room. Most are the typical bed-stalling tactics: “I needed another hug.” “There’s a monster under my bed.” “I’m thirsty.” Other times she gets more creative: “What happens if lava fills my room?”

Sometimes she’ll sneak over to The Big Sis’s room and go to sleep with her already-zonked-out sissy (typically after everyone in the house is already asleep). I am completely fine with this, as long as she goes in there quietly and doesn’t wake up The Big Sis in the process. Usually she’s pretty good about that.

However, a couple nights ago, she was sneaky and went over to The Big Sis’s room while I was still awake, and she wasn’t being quiet once in the room. Odd sounds kept coming from the room, clearly denoting a child that was not even attempting to go to sleep.

I turned the doorknob. I heard a little gasp. The Little Sis was standing in front of The Big Sis’s desk. INSTANTLY, while standing there, she closed her eyes. Pretending she was asleep.

You know…standing up.

It took everything in me not to bust out laughing on the spot.

Of course, then I thought: “Wow, how stupid does she think I am, that I would believe she was sleeping while standing up?”

I choose not to find out the answer to that question, though.

In a stern voice, I reminded her that she needed to lie down and go to sleep immediately. And then I went into the living room so I could release the laughter I’d kept inside.

Parenting sure is full of those moments, when you want to laugh about something your kid did or said, but you have to make sure you don’t react in such a way that could be construed by them as permission for the behavior.

It does make me wonder, though, just how many times I got in trouble as a kid, but my parents were secretly amused or even a little proud or impressed….


(Belated) 9-year-old well-child exam

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The Big Sis had her (belated) 9-year-old well-child exam a couple weeks ago, and I forgot to update with her stats:

Height: 4’5″ (50th to 75th percentile)

Weight: 64.5 lb. (50th percentile)

BMI: 16.4 (50th to 75th percentile)

Blood pressure: 92-60

She had no visits to the doctor since her 8-year-old exam (and she might not have had any between 7 and 8 as well…). Everything looked good, and The Pedi didn’t have any concerns.

We do currently see a male pediatrician, and I’ve told The Big Sis to let me know if she ever wants to switch to one of the females in the practice, as I know that can be a preference that might develop as she gets closer to puberty and discussing girl-type things.

 


Bookworm, part 2

Thursday, March 31, 2016

I love to read. I mean, obviously, since my entire career revolves around reading (and I get paid for it!). But because I read day in and day out at work, often I’ve found my motivation for pleasure-reading to plummet, limited to magazines and other mediums that require only a short attention span (hello, Facebook, I’m looking at you). Several years ago, I decided to make reading more of a priority as one of my New Year’s resolutions, even if it meant sacrificing some sleep. That was a broad, undefined goal, but it did help jump-start my desire to read for fun, so overall it was a success.

Last year, however, I was more concrete with my reading goals and decided to take on the 50-book challenge that I’ve had a lot of friends attempt. Just to clarify, reading 50 books in one year is a very ambitious goal for me. I am a pretty slow and careful reader, which means that I can get through a typical book in about two weeks if I really press myself. But 50 books in one year meant that I needed to read each book in about one week, give or take.

I wasn’t really sure if I’d succeed, but indeed I finished book #50 on December 31, coming in just under the wire. (It probably helped that I had some time off after breaking my ankle, and again after having ankle surgery later in the year.) I won’t lie, though — it was a difficult challenge to meet, though I’m proud that I did it.

I briefly considered continuing the challenge again this year, but I didn’t want to put that pressure on myself again (because I really did feel some pressure to read each night so I wouldn’t get behind, and I didn’t want that pressure to turn me against reading). So now I’m back to a more generalized goal of just “reading more,” and if I hit 50 books again this year, then great! If not, no big deal.

So far, though, I’m pretty well on track — as of today, I have finished 16 books (and I’m a few days away from finishing another book, and probably five days away from finishing my current audiobook). So at the current pace for the first quarter of 2016, I’m set complete 64 books by the end of the year. That seems a little high realistically, though I do have a good number of work trips this year where I’ll probably read some during travel and also in the hotel room at night, so it’s not out of the question. I’m looking forward to seeing where I end up by the end of the year.


Bookworm

Thursday, March 24, 2016

To call The Big Sis a bookworm might be understating the situation. That girl eats, breathes, and sleeps books. My wallet is very appreciative of the library.

She’s been working through the Harry Potter series at bedtime with The Husband since probably late last year and (I believe) is currently on book 6 now. Because of her interest in that series, her teacher recommended the Percy Jackson series of books for her, and she inhaled that five-book series in less than a month. And each individual book isn’t some light 100-pager; these are pretty significantly sized books. She has now moved on to the Olympians series by the same author and is about halfway through the first book, weighing in at a hefty 500+ pages, after just two days.

I love how she tries to sneak in reading during whatever bits of downtime she can find. If it’s light outside, she wants to read in the car. (Well, she wants to turn on a light and read in the car if it’s dark too, but I don’t let her do that.) She’ll grab her book if she’s waiting on us to finish something before we begin helping her with homework, even if it’s just a couple minutes. She says she sometimes takes her book outside at recess, often reading even while taking her turn on a swing.

I know how important reading is for helping a child find the path to success, so I’m thrilled that she deems it so important herself. May her current passion for reading be a lifelong interest that always serves her well.


Sneaky sleep snuggles

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Our weekday morning routine involves me going to wake up The Big Sis first so she can start getting ready for school, since she has a bigger time pressure to get out of the house on schedule. After I’ve roused her, I go wake up The Little Sis so she can go to daycare/preschool. (The Husband is busy making the girls’ breakfast during this time, then he comes in to finish the wake-up process while I go get myself ready.)

But from time to time and for the last couple of mornings, I’ve encountered possibly The Cutest Thing Ever.

I go into The Big Sis’s room to wake her up, and I find our two little girls snuggled up together in the bed.

Oh, my heart!

I always pretend to be a little bothered by it, but mostly in a joking way because I really think it’s incredibly sweet. The Little Sis says that she wakes up during the night and wants to snuggle with someone, so she heads over to Big Sis’s room and settles right in. As long as she doesn’t wake up and/or disturb The Big Sis, then I have absolutely no problem with it.

With a 4 1/2-year age difference, their bond is sure to change over the years, so if they can have a few stolen moments of snuggle time overnight, then why not? We do let them sleep together on weekends, but the going-to-sleep process is often a disaster, as sleeping seems to be at the bottom of their to-do list, so we can’t really let them do it on weeknights.

Sneaky sleep snuggles seem like a very reasonable compromise for all.


One year

Monday, March 21, 2016

It’s hard to believe, but today marks the one-year anniversary of breaking my ankle/foot while training for a half marathon last year. It was a pretty awful day, and of course I had no idea at that time just what an extended journey it would turn out to be, but I have come through to the other side hopefully a better person for it. I can’t say that I wish to ever repeat going through it, but I recognize that many positives did come out of the situation.

I’m at the point now, a year later, where I don’t think about my ankle for probably 95% of the time, whereas before it was a constant issue looming over me. Yes, it does stiffen overnight. I can’t really sit cross-legged on the floor. It does swell if I walk too much, especially in non-sneaker shoes. I do still walk down stairs awkwardly. Trying on new shoes is a challenge because my feet are two different sizes.

But, despite all of that, I dug deep and worked hard at recovery and have gained back a significant amount of strength, range of motion, and flexibility over the past year. In addition, I most definitely have a greater appreciation for those who deal with physical handicaps on a long-term basis, and I am amazed both at how easily a small twig can change things for a person in a mere instant, as well as just how incredible our bodies are.


Bullet mania

Friday, March 18, 2016

All right, time for another bulleted update on random items since I’ve neglected the ol’ bloggie blog for too long. Not that anyone’s reading anyway! Here we go:

  • The Big Sis’s academic challenge team competed in the regional tournament a couple weeks ago, and they pulled out a third-place finish among the 77 teams competing and received a medal for the effort! Coming in second place in the region was another team from her school, with both of those teams just missing for first place.
  • We took both of the girls for eye exams recently (The Little Sis’s first, and The Big Sis’s second). The Little Sis got a clean bill of eye health, but The Big Sis has a slight astigmatism and they said that glasses to correct it were optional at this point. Chances are she’d need glasses in another year or two anyway, and either getting or not getting glasses now wasn’t going to change that, so we went ahead and got them for her so she can get used to wearing them before it becomes a necessity. I thought I might be upset if she had to get glasses, because I remember it was a hard thing for me when I needed them in 7th grade, but she’s actually really excited about having them, and she likes her frames, so I’m excited for her! I’m sure it helps her that so many of her friends already have glasses themselves, so there’s really not much of a stigma attached to it, at least in her current circle of friends.
  • I just wrapped up my second week at the new job, and so far so good! I’m still in the process of learning the ropes, and will be for a while, but I’m feeling more confident with what I need to be doing, and the feedback I’m getting is helpful and is indicating that I’m on the right track.
  • I will travel some for this job, and I just booked my first two trips, one to Dallas and one to Marco Island, FL, both in May. Overall I’m looking forward to the trips, though I’m a little bummed that the Dallas trip means I will have to miss The Little Sis’s preschool graduation. That part breaks my heart, but hopefully she won’t hold it against me for too long. 😦
  • We had to go with plan B for our summer vacation this year because our dog needs surgery next week, so we’ve opted to go to Boston and Maine to visit with friends and family, so we’ll still get to have a vacation but will significantly cut down on costs since we won’t have to pay for lodging (and some meals). At first I was bummed about having to go with alternate plans, but everyone is looking forward to seeing us, so I’m getting excited myself now.
  • The Little Sis had something click a couple weeks ago, and she was suddenly able to read very simple books (like the BOB books)! She’s known her letter sounds for a while, and has been sounding out the letters in words when we read, but she wasn’t able to string it all together to form the words herself. But now she can, at least for words that are pronounced how they’re spelled — words like hug, dog, cat, can, etc.
  • I will admit I was hesitant to have The Big Sis join Girl Scouts this year, but she has really enjoyed the meetings and activities (and even the cookie sales), way more than I expected she would! I believe she came in third place in her troop for cookie sales, which isn’t too shabby at all, especially given the fact that she did the bulk of the sales herself (as opposed to me or The Husband constantly soliciting orders). We stepped back and let her handle the bulk of it on her own, and I think she learned a lot of good things along the way.

Making a break

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

After I accepted the offer for the new editing position, I needed to tell my current supervisor. I’ve been at my current job with him for 3 1/2 years, but I worked under him at my last job too, so we have a history going back 15 years. I have gone down with two previous ships, so to speak, and I am the type of person to see things through, so I knew he would be surprised at news that I was leaving. I had a pretty bad nervous stomach as I waited for him to arrive the morning I was going to tell him. Ideally I would have told him late in the day and then left for the day soon after telling him, but I was so torn up about telling him that I just needed to get it over with. And, as expected, he was pretty shocked and really didn’t know what to say, plus I could see he was quickly realizing the weight of what this meant. I am a hard worker and I am very good at my job, and I have a tremendous about of experience that they won’t find in just anyone pulled off the street, so I was going to be pretty difficult to replace.

I made it through that conversation, but there were still a few other people I needed to make sure I told myself before they heard it from others. One was our copy chief, who just lost another copy editor (that they haven’t replaced) about a month ago. He’s already under a ton of pressure from being overloaded, and I hate disappointing people, so I hated the position I was going to be leaving him in. Thankfully, he was so incredibly kind and gracious at receiving the news, and I expected nothing less than that from him.

Next I needed to call the managing editor and tell him, and he was a more difficult obstacle to get past. He fully realizes what I contribute there, and he didn’t make it easy for me to put in notice. He kept trying to sway me to change my mind, saying he’d go to the CEO with any dollar amount I wanted and try to get it for me if I’d stay. I explained that yes, I was making more money at the new job, but I really just had an opportunity to make a transition to a much more stable industry (medical), and I needed to take control and follow it. He still didn’t give up, and that put me in a position where I felt bad for doing what I needed for me, because I hate disappointing people, but at the same time, I really do appreciate that he was trying to fight to keep me. (Also, regarding that money he wanted to offer me to stay, where was THAT cash when raise times came and went without any pay increase?!)

My current colleagues have very quickly realized just how much I do there — I think they always realized on one level, but not in such specific terms — and how much I need to explain to them before I leave, so last week was a pretty draining one as I work through this transition to make sure they are left in decent shape.

I put in my official written notice the next day, and my supervisor wrote a very nice note back to me about how they’re going to miss me, and thanking me for my excellent performance over the years, and he concluded the email by saying, “You are irreplaceable.” To be 100% honest, I feel the same, but it meant so much to have that acknowledged by him.

My last day of work will be March 1, but my colleagues are doing a going-away lunch for me this coming Friday since a couple of them will be traveling on my last day. I’ll have a few days off before I start my new position on March 7.

A new path awaits.


Moving on to greener pastures

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Update on the GB surgery: My recovery went picture-perfect, and I was even back at the gym (for light exercise) 8 days post-surgery. It was definitely an easier process than the ankle surgery and recovery were.

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At the end of December, I had a former colleague come to me, telling me about a new editor position being added at her company, and she thought I should apply. I hadn’t been seeking a new job, but my work stress is sky-high because of a lack of staffing and having more and more projects put on me. My friend said this position was stable, low stress, and pays decent. Hrm, I thought. I have exactly none of those things right now.

So I updated and sent my resume in mid-January, went out to find some interview clothes and shoes, and then waited to get a call for an interview, as I was pretty qualified for this position and figured my connection with my former coworker would at least land me an interview.

I prepared thoroughly for my first interview, getting interview books from the library, reading interview prep articles and blogs on the internet, and formulating rough answers to the most common interview questions. After all, it had been 15+ years since I had interviewed for a job, so I was definitely out of practice, and I’ve had a grand total of three previous job interviews post-college, so it’s not like I had a ton of experience in the first place. My friend/former colleague also holds an editor position at this company, so she was able to heavily guide me during my prep, letting me in on the internal lingo of the job, telling me in detail about the job so I could know how to target my questions, and even meeting with me the weekend before the interview to go over some final things.

Interview day came, and I was pretty nervous until I got there, and then I was fine. And, truthfully, it was about as perfect an interview as I could have hoped for. I was relaxed, didn’t feel or act nervous, my mouth wasn’t dry, my voice wasn’t shaking. I took control of the interview with the mountain of questions I had for them, and we had a nice, relaxed conversation with my friend and her supervisor for nearly two hours. Personality-wise, it really seemed to be a good match, which I knew was important to them because the department is small (four people before the new hire). Qualifications-wise, I really had most of what they were looking for. (I didn’t have a master’s degree, but I think my 15 years of on-the-job editing experience made up for that fact.)

I was contacted later that week to see when I could come in the next week for a second interview, and though my friend wasn’t allowed to say, I had a feeling I was the only candidate being asked to come in again, and that I was going to be offered the job. That was confirmed further when her boss told me, when I asked what to expect so I’d know how to prepare, that I’d be meeting with his boss, who likes to meet with candidates he’s thinking about hiring, and I’d be meeting with HR to talk about benefits. He also said to think about any questions I’d need to have answered before I’d be willing to accept an offer.

So, I went into this second meeting pretty confident in my position, and thus my nerves were washed away, and I performed well. The chat with his boss was nice and engaging, and I met with the other two people in the department and got along great with them (also had a chance to ask them about the reality of working there, as they’ve both been there 25-30 years). At that point, they said they were going to offer me the job, and I was shipped off to HR to talk some more specifics.

Even though they weren’t able to meet me where I wanted salary-wise, we weren’t too far off, and I’ll still be making 20% more than I am currently, plus I’ll have the opportunity for yearly raises, which have been basically absent over the past 10 years for me. I’ll have a pension available to me after two years, I’ll get to do some travel to some nice places (and get comp time for travel, which will be either paid out or converted to vacation time), I’ll get my own office (a first for me), they have an on-site fitness center, and the office is just 10-12 minutes from my house (current office is 20 minutes). Plus add in the fact that the job is not nearly as high-pressure with intense deadlines like I deal with now and the fact that I gain a whole lot more stability with moving to the medical industry and out of print journalism, and it was nearly a n0-brainer to take.

I accepted the job, and then the truly difficult part was coming…telling my current boss and team.


GB, GB!

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

I figure I added a metal plate to my body last year, so I might as well remove something to balance it out. So, to that end, I had my gallbladder removed having having sporadic issues with it for nine years now. At first my attacks were just during pregnancy, but that has changed over the last year or so, so I figured it was time to stop ignoring it.

Surgery went well, and thankfully I didn’t get sick from the anesthesia this time (unlike with my ankle surgery). The Surgeon told The Husband post-op that my gallbladder definitely needed to come out, so I’m glad I proceeded with having it done.

My pain seems to be largely under control thanks to Percocet, and the only real trouble I’m having at the moment is a raw, sore throat and a hoarse voice from the breathing tube they put in during the surgery. I didn’t have this side effect with the ankle surgery, but it’s been an annoyance this time around.

I’m taking the rest of the week off from work so I can focus on recovery, as I’m sure there will be highs and lows during the process. But, so far so good!


Stoned again

Friday, December 4, 2015

When I was pregnant with both girls, I had multiple gallstone attacks. We confirmed the presence of gallstones back in 2006 or so, but since I was pregnant, it wasn’t ideal to remove the gallbladder at the time. But then life happens, and when you’re not having symptoms outside of pregnancy, it’s hard to make yourself go in and say, “Hey, cut me open, will ya?” So I decided to take a wait-and-see approach to the gallbladder — I’d return to the doctor and do something about it if I started having attacks again. I had one in the fall of 2014, but nothing else, so I continued to look the other way.

But then I had an attack when I was in Kansas City visiting my sister in early August. Then a week before Thanksgiving, I got the initial dull pain in just the right spot that indicated an impending attack, but that time it didn’t go into a full-blown attack. However, on Thanksgiving night, after enjoying a wonderful meal with my loved ones, my gallbladder decided to protest, and I was woken up at 3 a.m. by that too-familiar pain. I’d classify it as a moderate attack, with nausea and vomiting toward the end, and it lasted until 6 a.m.

Hrm, perhaps it was time to stop ignoring my angry gallbladder.

I had to go to physical therapy for my ankle at 7:30, but I called my family doctor after that, and made an appointment to be seen late that morning. I was hoping they might be able to do the ultrasound to check for stones that day, so I skipped eating since I hadn’t felt up to eating earlier that day anyway. The doctor said it did sound consistent with stones (especially given their presence years ago, as well as a strong family history of it, with my mom and sister both having theirs removed around 2005 or so), and the nurse started calling around to find somewhere that was open that could get me in that day. They finally found one place that could take me, but not until 3 p.m., which made for a long afternoon of no eating or drinking. Since I had a pretty major headache, I went to take a nap to help ease that and also to pass the time until I could go there.

The ultrasound itself went fine. Thanksgiving leftovers didn’t seem so appealing anymore, but I took a plain turkey sandwich with me to the ultrasound so I’d have something I could eat as soon as I was allowed. I only managed to eat half the sandwich before my stomach revolted, though I did make it home before it all came back up. I still had my headache, and my stomach was very unsettled, so I went to sleep for a couple hours and woke up feeling weak but overall better. Unfortunately I had to pass on some holiday activities with my sister and her family that night, but I didn’t want to push it too much.

The family doctor’s office called on Tuesday morning, and they said my ultrasound was positive for gallstones (no surprise) and that the wall of my gallbladder was thickening, which, from what I’m reading, seems to often be a sign of gallbladder disease. They said they will refer me to a general surgeon, and that office should be calling me “within the week.” I was hoping to be able to get in this week since I’m on vacation, but as it’s Friday afternoon and I still haven’t been called, that ship has sailed. If I haven’t heard from them by Monday or Tuesday of next week, I’ll call my family doctor to find out where I need to follow up.

At this point, I’d say removal is not likely to be done this year. It would be nice since I’ve met my OOP max for the year and it would be free, but I also know that plenty of other people have the same thought and doctors tend to be pretty booked at the end of the year (not to mention them taking vacation time around the holidays). So, I’d say just after the first of the year is most likely, which might be better anyway because I’ll have new sick time available to take. And hey, I’d reach my OOP max pretty early in the year next year, which definitely has some advantages.


The birds and the bees

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

The time had come.

I’ve talked to The Big Sis about body changes and puberty, and she knew that babies are made by combining the seed from the dad and the egg from the mom. But over the weekend in the car, she asked, out of the view and point blank: “So, how exactly are babies made, and do you just decide you want a baby and then it’s there?”

As we were all in the car together, I told her, “Good question. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Now, it would have been simple for me to pretend I forgot to address it later and hope it didn’t come up again. But I figured I should proceed with telling her about the nitty gritty while she was still eager to hear it from me. It would be a potentially uncomfortable conversation, yes, but I knew this talk would help lay the groundwork for whether she comes to talk to me about these things in the future as well. Being evasive would have only made her pull back.

So, later that night, before bedtime, I asked if she really wanted to know how babies were made. She did, and so I proceeded to tell her all about it, doing my best to explain some very complicated topics. She did declare by the end of it that she’s not going to have kids anymore, but overall I think the talk went very well. She did think it was gross (I assured her she’d likely change her mind when she was a little older), but she didn’t seem super embarrassed (nor did I), and she asked a lot of great questions — enough that sometimes it’d make me get a little sidetracked because there’s just so much of cover. In the few days since then, she’s also asked me a couple follow-up questions, so I really do hope that continues in the coming years.


Progress

Thursday, October 1, 2015

After having surgery to add a plate and four screws to my ankle on Aug. 18, I had my six-week follow-up yesterday. The doctor said it’s not completely healed yet, but he thinks there’s enough healing that I can start bearing weight on it again (in the boot still), which is a definitely step in the right direction. So far that’s been a little more challenging than I anticipated, as my incision burns and hurts from rubbing on the boot as I take steps, but hopefully that’ll become desensitized soon enough.

I also was cleared to return to physical therapy, so I’ve got an appointment tomorrow with my PT for another baseline assessment and we’ll get started with exercises to help me gain back my range of motion, strength, flexibility, and balance. At this point it feels a little daunting, but I know it’ll get better as I work on it each day and with each PT session.

I return on Nov. 11 for my next follow-up with x-ray to see how the healing is going. I’m not going to get my hopes up given how long this has dragged out, but maybe there’s the chance I’ll have to hunt down all of my left shoes sometime in mid-November…


The big bed

Monday, July 20, 2015

Have I mentioned that The Little Sis is made of rainbows and puppy noses?

The other day at bedtime, we were doing some roleplaying, and we were pretending to be friends. She mentioned something about having a big bed in her room, and this is how our conversation went.

Little Sis: “Yeah, I have a big bed in my room.”

Me: “Wow, really? I wish I had a big bed at home. My bed is TINY.”

Little Sis (thinking for a moment): “Well, we could take your little bed and give it to my dolls. And you could take my bed. I can just sleep on the floor.”

She then gave a look that was so self-satisfied, like she knew she was doing a very kind thing, even in pretend play. This kid has such a big heart.


Empty nest but full hearts

Monday, June 8, 2015

This year we had a robin build a nest on top of one of the columns of our back porch, so we were eager to see if we ended up with a batch of baby birds. MamaBird kept coming back to the nest quite often, so we were pretty sure there would be some little ones on the way. Sure enough, in early May, we heard little cheeps and soon discovered that we were hosting four baby birds. All of us really enjoyed checking on them and watching MamaBird come feed them, though I will admit it was a little sad when the baby birds started leaving the nest as fledglings. The Little Sis in particular was disappointed when they started off on their own.

I’m sure we’re in for quite a hit when our own baby birds leave our nest down the road.

Feed us!

The first baby to leave the nest:

The third bird to leave the nest. This was taken just seconds before it took off in flight:


How my 3-year-old sees me

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

I’m a little late posting this, because The Little Sis did it for Mother’s Day, but it’s been a crazy couple of weeks here and I just now got it uploaded. The rice thing cracks me up because that’s the one food that I reliably do NOT eat. 🙂


(Not so) tiny dancer

Monday, May 11, 2015

The Big Sis had taken a couple dance classes previously, but they had lasted for a max of 8 weeks and didn’t have any sort of final performance associated with them. Back in September, we signed her up for a school-year-long jazz/hip hop class through our city’s parks and rec department. After 22 weeks of classes, they had their spring recital this past weekend, and it was a lot of fun for both her and us.

She was somewhat nervous beforehand on Saturday, but I think she was handling herself pretty well and didn’t really show her nerves. Her class did a dance routine to the Jonas Brothers’s version of “Poor Unfortunate Souls” (which I hadn’t heard before — not that version, I mean), and I’m eager to get the DVD of the show to watch with The Big Sis so she can see that she really did well. She’s not at a competitive dance talent level or anything — but that’s not really what we were after here. We wanted her to have a positive dance class experience, and I think that was achieved.

I asked her if she’d like to take a dance class again next year, and she says next time she’d like to take tap. I love the parks and rec dance program because it’s a good way to get an introduction to different kinds of dance without the pressure (whether real or perceived) from a more formal dance studio, so we’ll see what we can find that will fit our schedule next school year.

Oh, and p.s., I love that her class’s costumes were age-appropriate. Have you seen some of the dance costumes out there for kids? Yeesh!


Trash talk

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

I am not a crafty person. At all. I’m just not good at it. It’s stressful to me. I’m never happy with how anything turns out. I despise the mess it makes. I don’t have the patience for it. In fact, I’ve always joked that half the reason we sent the girls to daycare is so they could learn how to do art projects there, and I wouldn’t have to do it here.

Somehow, over the past year or so, mostly on her own, The Big Sis has gained the desire to turn what I call trash (though it’s really recycling) into artwork. She’s made a haunted house and a huge mailbox, among many other things, with her rescued boxes and other items. This baffles me greatly, as this is the kind of art project I am the most terrible at: turning trash into treasure. But she likes it, and I try to encourage it (while trying to keep her from bringing home OTHER PEOPLE’S TRASH, which she has done before. Multiple times.).

A few weeks ago, The Little Sis had a “homework” assignment for daycare: make a garbage monster as a family project. Thankfully, I knew we had a resident trash art expert among us, so we consulted The Big Sis, who helped The Little Sis plan out how this garbage monster would take shape. The Husband did most of the actual work putting it together late last week, but I cheered him on from the recliner. I think it turned out looking really good, and The Little Sis was on cloud 9 when it was time to take it to daycare, The Husband said.

The finished product:


Feelin’ groovy

Monday, April 6, 2015

Hey, no one said I had to be unstylish when wearing a cast boot and using crutches!





Snow daze

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

New England has been hit hard with snow in the past month, but our winter here had been relatively mild. We’d had some single-digit temps at times, yes, but we hadn’t had enough snow to even cover the grass, and most of our “snow events” had melted away by the end of the day since the ground temperature was so warm.

Well that all changed quite quickly as we had a storm descend upon us Sunday night into Monday, bringing Arctic air with a snow jackpot. At first the forecast called for 3 to 4 inches, then 4 to 7 inches, then 7 to 12 inches — the way this was going, it wasn’t looking good. School was already closed on Monday for the Presidents Day holiday, but our daycare actually ended up closing too, which is a rare occurrence. Snow, cold, kids at home, but also still having to do my full job (just remotely) — it definitely makes for a challenging day, especially because we don’t really have anywhere in our house that I can work uninterrupted. Thankfully my workload was relatively light on Monday, and I was even able to do two rounds of shoveling in between child duties (though, admittedly, The Husband did most child tasks).

Our 24-hour snowfall total came in at 10.2 inches, which is just a drop in the bucket compared to what the Northeast has right now, but to put it in perspective, this was the fourth-highest single-day snowfall total we’ve ever had, behind 13.2 inches in 1943, 11.2 inches in 1917, and 11 inches in 1998 (the latter I remember well). The Husband and The Girls tried to go sledding at one point midday but the sledding hill was too slick to even climb and the temps were too cold to stay out very long to try.

Unfortunately, the snow isn’t going anywhere anytime soon — we are expecting a low of -10 on Wednesday and a low of -13 on Thursday, so no melting for us. Those are actual temps, not wind chills. I’ve been told that main city streets, while still not in great shape, can be tackled with an SUV, but our smaller, unplowed street is impassable, and probably will be for days. Yesterday I saw an SUV trying to drive up a slightly hilly street that connects to ours, and after five attempts with spinning wheels despite having 4WD, they eventually gave up and had to back up all the way to their house. I’m thankful for the ability to work remotely when needed, so I don’t have to drive in unsafe conditions. Once daycare reopens (tomorrow???) we’ll be able to walk the down there (it’s two blocks away) and return to work at home, so we won’t have to drive at all.

How much longer until spring again?


And the Oscar for best performance in a drama goes to…

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

We let The Big Sis have a small sleepover party for her birthday, and I’m not sure if I was temporarily insane when I agreed to this or what. Actually, she started big, asking for a party with like 10 to 12 friends invited, so perhaps it just felt like a win when I got her down to three invited guests. We know all three of the girls, though a couple of them hadn’t met before, but it seemed like they would be a good match. But, OH THE DRAMA that ensued that night! Eight-year-old girls are made of 92% drama, I am convinced. I knew this, of course, based on my personal dealings with The Big Sis, but add in three other 8-year-olds and it is off the charts.

Actually, most of the time, they were doing pretty well when they were playing with each other, but the drama ramped up when it was time to go to bed, and continued after I went to bed myself, leaving the poor husband on his own to do battle. I think I’m going to have to arrange to automatically send this post to my email inbox early next year so I don’t make the same mistake two years in a row!


How to cohabitate with me successfully

Friday, November 28, 2014

1. Find a place for all of your things.

2. Return your things to the designated place where they belong.

Simple, right? Not so much in our house, apparently.

Sigh.


Are you listening, Santa?

Monday, October 27, 2014

The Big Sis has the quintessential kid request for Christmas this year:


Got initiative?

Monday, October 13, 2014

I mentioned before about The Big Sis’s maturity level growing recently, and I’ve certainly seen that illustrated in many aspects of her school work lately.

She told us earlier this week that her class had free choice during math time — they could do math activities on the iPad or computer, or they could play math-related games with their friends, for example. As we were talking, the Big Sis pulled out her take-home folder and showed me the math worksheet she did during that time. I said, “So that was one of your choices?” She eagerly told me, “No, I had to go to [The Teacher] and ask for a math worksheet.” She’s always been strong in math, but if you’d told me that a math worksheet had been one of the options, I would not have put money on her picking that one.

Then, The Husband told me recently that when he was reading to her at night, she went to get paper and a pencil so she could TAKE NOTES about what he was reading. Just decided on her own that it was something she wanted to do. A year ago, I never would have thought she’d do something like that. When I asked her why she did it, she answered simply, “I just wanted to!”

Then she came home from her after-school program saying she had homework. I was a bit dubious, as they’ve never had homework there, but I played along anyway. “Oh, what kind of homework do you have?” She said she had to make two lists outlining ways that her and another friend could improve when playing volleyball together. It still seemed odd to me that she’d be assigned homework there, but further pressing revealed that it wasn’t actually assigned homework from her group leader. Instead, she had assigned it to herself. (And my favorite item on the list for how she could improve with playing volleyball: “Don’t be so bossy.” And the best item on the list for how her friend could improve: “Don’t hold the ball and keep it from others.”)


The obedient one

Friday, October 3, 2014
Recently we were at a local kids’ indoor playground, and it was almost time to leave since the place was about to close for the night. We’d given appropriate 5- and 10-minute warnings that it was almost time to leave, then the time was finally upon us to make our way to the car. Although she’s much better about it now, The Big Sis used to have a lot of problems with such transitions, and understandably so, as we were making her leave fun places, and what kid wants that? The Little Sis, by contrast, has always been our more agreeable, compliant child.

So when we told The Little Sis that it was time to leave, she declared, “No!” then turned around and started bouncing again. Okay, then.

The Husband said, “Hrm, and I thought she was supposed to be the obedient one.”

As he was saying this, The Little Sis bounced approximately three or four times, then bounced to her bottom and said, “Okay, I all done now,” and scooted her way out of the bouncer.

I smirked to The Husband, “Yep, she really IS the obedient one. There’s no way The Big Sis would have ever come out of there on her own when she was that age. We’d be carrying her out over one shoulder with her kicking and screaming the whole way.”

I’ll take the obedient one for the win!


MAP scores — fall baseline

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Just adding The Big Sis’s fall MAP scores here for record-keeping purposes.

Reading: 199 (93rd percentile)

Math: 199 (95th percentile)

Both of those scores put her above 3rd grade level on those assessments. I forgot to ask what her goal scores are for the spring, but I think they generally hope for them to improve by about 10 points through the course of the year. We’ll have her fall parent-teacher conference at the end of the month, so I’m looking forward to seeing how it goes.


Creating something from nothing

Monday, September 22, 2014
Two of my favorite qualities of The Big Sis are her drive to create, and her natural leadership skills. I will confess here that we don’t really do arts and crafts at home — it’s just not one of those things that I’m good at or find pleasure in, and I figure she has other outlets for it at school and at her after-school program. She has truly let herself shine in those areas recently, taking the lead on such projects at her after-school program and when playing with neighborhood kids.

The Big Sis loves to create certain real-life scenarios: a beauty shop, a play, an art museum, a carnival, and more. And she takes care of all the detailed planning from top to bottom. The art museum has a list of rules on the door. The play has rehearsals scheduled and signs to advertise the performance. The beauty shop has construction-paper cash and even coupons. Nearly all props are made from items that would have otherwise been recycled or thrown away. And those examples are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to her thoroughness in creating these setups.

I have to say, I absolutely love that she has the drive to do this, and I love playing along as a character in her setting once she has everything set up. I was always the kind of kid who loved pretend play, as long as it was based in reality; I was more likely to play teacher or grocery store with my sister than I was to pretend to be a princess fighting off a dragon. (I even used to get annoyed at her when she’d make her Barbies hover in midair when having a conversation. I strongly felt they should be standing with their feet on the ground, like real people do.)

I’m not opposed to The Big Sis venturing to imaginary worlds not constrained by reality — in fact, I want her to engage in that from time to time — but I have to admit that her reality-based pretend play strikes a chord with me because it reaches back to my own childhood and reminds me just how much I enjoyed all of that — how much fun there can be within what can now be mundane tasks. (Case in point: For several years, I asked for a cash register for Christmas, which I never got. I did, however, get an adding machine one year, and that was almost as good. Hey, when a girl needs a cash register, she does what she can to improvise!)
The Little Sis, aka Ms. Go-Along-With-Everything, will play along with The Big Sis’s plans, but I do wonder what style of pretend play she’ll take on as she gets older herself.

Wordless Wednesday: Who needs a blanket when you have a little sister?

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Drake

Friday, September 12, 2014

We got a couple packs of regular white dollar-store balloons for The Little Sis’s birthday last month, putting them up all over the house to make the occasion festive for her. If it’d been up to the girls, I’m certain they would have kept the balloons up indefinitely, but I got tired of the clutter after a few days and took them all down, letting them play with all of them for a day or so before setting aside one each for them to keep and getting rid of the rest.

Before popping the rest of the balloons, however, The Big Sis and The Little Sis passed time one afternoon making a balloon train by tying the balloons to a long string. The Big Sis also decided to color many of the balloons with a Sharpie, giving each of them a name. (I don’t know WHY she gave each of them a name. But why not, right?)

I’m not certain what happened to the balloon I let The Big Sis keep — I haven’t seen it in a while — but The Little Sis’s balloon is still kept in her room, right on top of her toy box. That balloon’s name is Drake, and it cracks me up whenever she refers to her balloon by name. “Stay right there, Mommy, I going to get Drake!” And now I’ve started referring to the balloon by its name. “[Little Sis], you need to put Drake away so we can read stories now.”

In all seriousness, who needs toys from a store when there are packs of balloons from the dollar store?!

The balloon train:

Drake the balloon:


Sissies are the best bedtime story readers

Sunday, November 17, 2013

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Movin’ on up

Friday, August 30, 2013

A couple weeks ago, The Big Sis started first grade, though she’s actually placed in the 1st/2nd grade class at her school. She handled the K/1 class well last year as a kindergartener, but I wasn’t sure how much more difficult the 2nd grade work would be this year, and my pointed, direct questions weren’t getting me very far in assessing how she was adjusting to it. She seemed to understand the homework concepts we were exploring, but beyond that, it was hard to tell.

Then on Tuesday, just the ninth day of school, we received a note from The Big Sis’ teacher. The note indicated that she would like to recommend The Big Sis for the Primary Talent Pool. What’s that, you ask? Fear not, I had the same question. The short answer is that it’s the precursor to the official gifted and talented program, which doesn’t start until either 3rd or 4th grade here. (I’m getting mixed answers on that.) Teachers can nominate students they feel might be headed that direction, and there’s a pull-out program, generally an hour a week, where the PTP kids go off and do enrichment activities tailored to their interests and strengths to supplement their classroom learning. We had to fill out a questionnaire about her as part of this process, so next, a committee will review the information and decide whether to include her and the other recommended kids in this program.

To say we are proud of her is understating it. Of course, The Husband and I know her well, and we knew she had the potential for this, but it’s just hard to get a sense of what she conveys to the teacher at school. She can be fake-shy in new situations, so there was a chance she was not quite comfortable enough yet to demonstrate her skill, but I’m very glad she’s been able to show her potential to her new teacher.

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Meanwhile, The Little Sis made the transition earlier this week from the toddler room to the 2s/3s room at daycare. A couple days ago, I was pulled aside by her now-former toddler teacher, who told me that she thinks The Little Sis is ready to potty train. I have to say, she’s been showing all of the major signs for a while, so while I agree, I was curious to hear what she had to say, and it pretty much echoed our observations. We give her opportunities to use the potty, though so far she hasn’t been regularly productive. I think once that happens, she’ll make that connection and hopefully it won’t be too difficult.  (It’s good to be optimistic, right?) She’s still pretty young, so I’m not quite ready to go full-on with this yet, but we’ll have to be mindful of giving her plenty of opportunities for success in this area.

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In other news:

*All of a sudden, it seems like The Little Sis’ hair has sprouted; we were even able to put a couple of pigtails in her hair last week. It wasn’t pretty, but it was there!

*The Big Sis has declared my vegetable soup as her favorite thing that I make. She might not eat typical kid foods with any sort of reliability, but I’ll take this as a win for sure!

*The Little Sis is currently in parrot mode, willingly repeating anything you ask her to (and then some!). My favorite thing, however, is if I sneeze, then she’ll do a fake sneeze of her own — and quite often is sounds very close to the real thing!

*The Big Sis got a cool bed tent for Christmas this past year. So you know where she has slept since about the first part of January? On the floor beside her bed. [shrug] You got me. I’ve got bigger battles to fight, so I choose not to challenge this. What is it hurting, really, as long as she’s sleeping at night?

*The Little Sis continues to be our good eater. (Quick! Knock on wood!) Sure, she’ll fall out of favor with some foods every once in a while, but I would not call her a picky eater by any stretch of the imagination. Even on her “picky” days, she still generally eats more than The Big Sis. I am endlessly thankful for this after our food battles with The Big Sis, who is still picky, but not quite as much as she used to be. (See above: her favorite vegetable soup.)


Wordless Wednesday: Our Wonder Woman

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

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Non-update update

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Still no real contractions to speak of, so we’re headed to the hospital per The Midwife’s instructions. Will update when I can.