Vocabulary Lesson

October 6, 2009 at 10:01 pm | In Caityisms, Miscellaneous Crap | Leave a Comment
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broc-co-li [brok-uh-lee, brok-lee] –noun: a form of a cultivated cruciferous plant, Brassica oleracea botrytis, whose leafy stalks and clusters of usually green buds are eaten as a vegetable.

From the time Caity was very little, any time we referred to food for her to eat, we’ve called it “Num”.  This one little word has become a Noun, an Adjective and sometimes a Verb, sometimes in the same sentence.  She knows exactly what we mean when we say “Caity, eat your Num”.  We make compound words with it.  “Caity, do you want some Broccoli-Num?”, she’ll reply excitedly “Broccoli-Num!?!”.  If you want her to eat something she’s not sure of, just add -Num to the end of the word and she’ll eat.  “Oooh Caity, Turkey-Num!”

Forever, her just-before-bed-bottle has been “bubbie-Num”.  She’ll fight you for that one.

Then there are nights like tonight when she is very decided in her opinion and she. doesn’t. want. to. eat. anything. 

“No I like it meat Mommy!” (translation: I don’t want to eat this meatloaf Mommy). 
“But Caity, it’s meat-Num!”. 
“Meat-Num?” she tries a piece, “I like it meat-Num Mommy!”.  Uh-huh.

I hope it will always be this easy to communicate with her.  She’s rounding the corner on three.  I’m sure 13 will be very different.  I can’t wait.

Viral, Bacterial or Allergy …?

October 4, 2009 at 11:18 am | In Caityisms, Family Ties | 2 Comments
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Caity came home with a cough on Friday, we didn’t think much of it because Lexy currently has that deep barrel-chested-phlegmy cough that everyone at her school currently has.  We figured it was just the start of that.  I gave her some cough medicine and put her to bed around the normal time she goes down.  I could hear her on the monitor, moaning about an hour after I put her down.  I know what this means, a fever.  I know my kid very well.  All week she was sleeping badly, waking several times a night with a moan or a groan and she was very tired and grumpy as well.  I took her temperature and it was at 101.7 so I woke her to give her some Tylenol.   That helped with the fever but in the middle of the night, Alex woke me and told me she was breathing funny.  Her breathing was shallow and rapid, like she couldn’t catch her breath or was jogging – not like she had been sleeping for hours already.  I had the vaporizer in her room going and I suggested letting her get some sleep.  At least her fever was down.  I told Alex that if she wasn’t better in the morning I’d take her to the clinic.  I took her downstairs and sat on the couch with her for a couple of hours until she fell back asleep, then brought her back to bed.

In the morning I could hear her breathing from my room.  It was a raspy wheeze.  She still wanted to get up and play though.  The fever was back.

I took her to the clinic and hoped it wouldn’t be busy – it was.  When we were signing in I heard the receptionist say to someone “there’s 12 people ahead of you” – oh boy.  Caity wanted me to pick her up.  I put her on the counter while I handed in her health card and told the receptionist that she was having trouble breathing.  She looked alarmed and said she would get the nurse to see her right now.  We barely made it to the reception chairs when they called her name.  I could tell the other people sitting there were a little miffed that we budded in line, but they take breathing problems seriously.

The nurse came in and did the initial triage and asked if she had Asthma.  I told her not that I know of but it’s in the family, including me.  They took her blood oxygen and heart rate through that little finger clip.  Her oxygen was down to 91 (100 is normal) at first count and her pulse was at 161.  Her little heart was working overtime trying to get enough oxygen pumping through her system.  They said it was low, not good but not horrible.  The doctor flew in, asked me a bunch of questions and ordered a Ventolin mask.  She sat like a very good girl with the mask on for about 15 minutes and they tested her stats again – the oxygen level was up to 93 a slight improvement and her heart rate was around the same.

The doctor said she her fever and wheezing could have caused by a virus, a bacterial infection or an allergic reaction to something.  Since there was no way to know for sure, he prescribed an antibiotic.  He said ignoring it would be the fastest way to get to the hospital.  Her other prescriptions include steroids – both liquid and an inhalant (Flovent).  She also has a rescue inhaler too (Salbutamol, a.k.a. Ventolin).  I had to buy an air chamber too because its impossible to get a toddler to inhale the medication properly otherwise.  The doctor ordered that she stay away from other kids for a couple of days. 

It was pretty friggin’ scary yesterday.  She was so good at the doctors.  She wanted to play but was ordered to keep still.  It was hard for her.

All the medication she had yesterday knocked her out and she slept for four hours in the afternoon.  Her fever broke, had some more medicine and was wired for sound.  One of the effects of the Salbutamol is hyperactivity – hard to keep her quiet when she wants to run around.

I remember there were times earlier when she’d be running around and she’d start coughing.  That’s the same way I was as a kid, I had “exercise induced Asthma“.  I had to be excused from gym class.  I rarely had a spontaneous Asthma attack, but when I did, it was horrible – my lungs felt like they were on fire and I couldn’t breathe.  I know how my poor kid feels, it’s awful.

She had a better night, but she’s still a bit wheezy.

When You Have Theatre Tickets, Don’t Give Your Husband the Remote

October 1, 2009 at 11:41 pm | In Daddy-O, Miscellaneous Crap, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a Comment
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He had one job to do tonight.  One.  I even made it easy for him.  I went to see the Symphony with Michael Burgess tonight (more on that in a bit) and I set up the recorder to ‘tape’ three shows for me, “Flash Forward”, “Grey’s Anatomy” and “Private Practice”.

I told him, just turn the TV to Channel 18 by 8:00.

“OK”.  He said.  “Put the reminder on the channel”.

I did.

I called him after dinner tonight.  Don’t forget to change the channel.  “OK” he said.

I called him before the concert started at 7:30.  Don’t forget to put the correct channel on for me.  “OK” he said.

I get home from the concert, he comes up stairs looking rather sheepish.  “I think I recorded the hockey game”.

“Pardon?”

“Yeah, Greg called just when it started and I forgot.”

“I gave you one job.”  I said, miffed.  That’s it, no more UFC recordings for him … *sigh*  Seriously honey, one job …

Time to get a PVR… 

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Back to my earlier comment.  I had a fabulous night tonight, it was so great to get out.  One of my favourite tenors, Michael Burgess was singing with the Ontario Philharmonic Orchestra.  He did a selection of music, mostly from Andrew Lloyd Webber, and it was fantastic.  The Symphony was amazing, our seats were amazing (thank you Jacqui!) and I even got to meet him after the show and received my very own autographed photo :)

The first act was awesome, Michael came on after the Symphony played a selection of songs from “West Side Story“.  So good.  I love the score from this musical.  The Symphony also played Gershwin’s “An American in Paris“, which was great too but I’m not familiar with the music.  Some of my favourites also were the selection of Beatles music.  Who knew that music from four guys with guitars and drums would translate so magnificently into a fully orchestral piece?  Awesome.

The best, however, was saved for last when Michael sang from “The Phantom of the Opera”.  His rendition of “Music of the Night” was powerful, his voice filled the theatre – an incredible range of deep tenor and soft falsetto.  His version of Gethsemane from “Jesus Christ Superstar” was inspiring.

But oh. my. god. when he sang “Bring Him Home” from Les Miserables, I was in tears – practically from the first note.  I’ve seen Les Miz about ten times, seriously.  It’s what I measure all other musicals against, to me it’s sublime perfection.  I know every word, every note from that play intimately, but I had forgotten how powerful that song was.  The words made me think about my husband “Bring him peace, bring him joy, he is young, he is only a boy”, the prayer a “father” makes to save his dying “son” (althogh Marijus wasn’t Jean Valjean’s son), thinking of all the things my husband is going through – I lost it.  I was sobbing.  Unashamedly.  My friend Elizabeth, who joined me for the evening, knows what I’m like and she was dreading the song for this reason.  Her friend, reduced to a pile of jello.

Tomorrow night’s performance is sold out, which is fantastic for the Symphony (who apparently are homeless by the way – kind of a wandering minstrel they are).  For those of you going to tomorrow’s performance, enjoy, it’s fabulous.  Michael could have probably sold out many more shows if given the opportunity.

I’m thinking of getting more tickets to later performances, they were so wonderful – and local too (Markham and Sheppard).  They have Welsh Tenors coming up and some other amazing guest musicians.  Go see them, you won’t be sorry.  If you want to know more about their upcoming shows, go to www.ontariophil.ca.

A Topic For Another Day

September 26, 2009 at 6:24 pm | In All Things Doodle, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a Comment
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So the four of us are sitting in the family room watching TV after a round of “Beat up Daddy”.  The movie “There’s Something About Mary” is on the TV, the unrated version on Diva.  The scene were Ben Stiller, on the advice of his weird friend, is in the bathroom whacking off.  He’s going to town and Lexy is staring at the tv.

“What is he doing?” she asked, very puzzled.

I’m trying so hard not to laugh.  Daddy smirks and says “He’s scratching himself”.

Now I’m killing myself laughing.

Ben Stiller is now “scratching” himself faster and faster.

“He sure is itchy.” Lexy said.

A New Season, a New Chill

September 26, 2009 at 1:27 pm | In Miscellaneous Crap, Toeses and Noses | 1 Comment
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When I woke up this morning, it was cold.  I didn’t have any windows open like I have had over the past few weeks.  Fall is here, definitely.

We’re getting new windows in 7-9 weeks and I can’t wait.  Our house was built in the early 90’s and it barely has builder-grade windows.  The windows in the front were “upgraded” to the double-paned kind that have the Argon gas between the layers.  An upgrade, but still cheap.  The windows in the back of the house are the single (!!) paned variety that keep nothing out in the Winter and nothing in during the Summer (i.e., heat and air conditioning).

For the past six years that we’ve lived here, we’ve had to put plastic over the windows in the Winter just to keep it reasonably warm in here.  We never got a kit for the back patio door though and when you sat on our couch in the winter you could feel the cold air going down your neck.  There’s a terrible draft coming from the kitchen window too, a pane of glass broke there during the previous owner’s reign and it’s the worst one in the house.

We’re getting R3 windows.  They will have three coatings of UV protection on them that block something like 95% of the UV rays from entering the house.  A benefit for sure, with the rapidly depleting Ozone layer.  The downfall is that plants will die – they need the UV rays to live.  No biggie.  I only have one plant anyway and it’s always on the brink of death because I forget to water it.

We’re getting a new patio door too.  It should be easier for the kids to use when they go outside, the current version requires a great set of muscles.

When Caity was first born, we had her sleep in a bassinette for naps instead of her crib.  When Alex was on the open shift and he’d have to get up at 3 in the morning, we’d sleep downstairs, so if she got up for a feeding, we wouldn’t wake him.  Cait was born in February so it was pretty cold at night.  We’d start off by sleeping in the family room (where the patio door is) which has a big couch that I’ve slept many a night on.  It was too cold and drafty for us so we slept in the living room instead.  Not the most comfortable, but slightly warmer at least.

It will be so nice lying in bed this winter without having to wrap a scarf around my neck because the draft is so bad.

Even the upgraded windows leak.  The one window in the hallway which currently doesn’t open will make a candle flicker if put beside it.  I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to do that.  We’re replacing it with a casement window that does open.  The way our house is situated we rarely get a good breeze from the front or back side of the house (where all the windows are), all the breezes come from the sides, where we only have a couple of small windows that open.  I look forward to having another access to breezes when wanted.  Hopefully it’ll cut down on the air conditioning costs.

The back of the house gets exceedingly hot in the summer, mid afternoon we can’t go into the backyard because it’s too hot.  The back of the house heats up and the air conditioning is always running, trying in vain to keep up.  The sales rep said that should improve with the new windows.

Our overall heating and cooling costs should go down, which will be great on the pocketbook.  It’s not unusual for us to spend $167 on each hydro bill, plus about the same on the gas bill.  That’s a lot on a 1,500 sq foot house. 

The Bay window in the front of the house will probably be the biggest change.  Underneath the big window is wood, not aluminum.  Over the years it’s rotted inside and we’ve had many a monsoon in our living room.  The previous owners “fixed” it by putting some sort of bonding agent on it but still river ran.  We added some caulking and it’s stopped the water from penetrating into the house.  Once the new window goes in, they’ll cap it off in aluminum siding so it won’t rot away again.  We’re adding a casement window on the right side too so that we’ll have two openings – hopefully one of them will catch a breeze.

So between the energy savings and the home improvement tax credit, we might have a decent tax return next year.  I’m sure it will come in helpful especially since we expect Alex’s pay to go down even further if he is indeed able to have a transplant over the winter.

Next we’ll have to paint the garage door.  I’m thinking of a forest green shade.  Anything but that awful blue-grey that’s on it now – doesn’t quite go with red brick.  What were the previous owners thinking?  I’ll be glad when the colour’s gone.

A Modern Day Hero

September 24, 2009 at 6:26 pm | In Daddy-O, Family Ties, Kidney Disease | 1 Comment
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There’s an article in today’s Globe and Mail that’s very near and dear to my heart.  It’s a story about Lisa Sayer who decided after reading an article on Organ Donation, to donate her own kidney – to a perfect stranger.  This precious gift had a domino effect and four people received new kidneys as a result of Lisa’s generosity. Incredible.

You can email questions to Lisa, via the Globe and Mail and she will try to answer them.  They will be published next Tuesday.  If you want to ask Lisa about her amazing journey, write to her at this address:  lifediscussions@globeandmail.com before 2 p.m. (EST) on Friday September 25, 2009.

I simply sent her a comment.  I said “Thank you”.

As an update on our end, it’s been pretty trying.  A real roller coaster.  Alex’s PD catheter does not work. at. all.  It was a waste of a procedure, an unnecessary procedure that caused him so much pain but gave him some hope that he would be free from Hemodialysis.  His Dad’s last blood test, for tissue matching, came out positive!  He only has one more thing to do, a stress test, and then the two of them could be on the operating table by Christmas!

It’s not all good news though.  One of Alex’s tests came back and there’s some concern now with his heart.  It appears as though some part of it is not receiving enough oxygen.  You know that saying “when one door closes, another one opens?”  Here it feels more like “when one door closes, another door closes”.  He had a test earlier this summer whereby they injected him with the Radioactive Isotope Thallium.  Because of the current Chalk River Isotope crisis (stoopid short sighted arrogant AECL), they didn’t have any of the normal short half-life Isotopes available that they normally use, so they had to use Thallium which has a half life of 12 days.  I don’t know if the test results are the same with both but we’re hoping that there was some sort of explanation that is easier to bear than heart failure.  We’re not sure what caused the damage to his heart, it could have been the drugs he’s taking as a result of his disease, the disease itself (although it’s rare that IgA attacks anything other than kidneys), or the drugs he was taking to control his blood pressure before he was diagnosed, or simply damage done from the undiagnosed high blood pressure in his early 20’s.

I hope they won’t stop the transplant.  I hope it’s minor.  I’m so stressed right now I can’t sleep.

He has another test coming up where, get this, the MANDATORY prep is:  eating a bowl of Jello.  Yes, seriously.

I wonder what test you have to take that requires you to each chocolate.  You can sign me up for that one please.

Mommy, No I Tidered…

September 22, 2009 at 10:07 pm | In Miscellaneous Crap, The Crap that Men Do | Leave a Comment
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Translation (while throwing a fit):  I’m wide awake and ready for anything, Mommy! (Uh huh, whatever kid…)

I’m so tired.  Life has been stressful lately, and it gets more and more so each day.  Yesterday my boss told me he was quitting.  The sad part was that all of the big bosses were out of the office, he had no one to “quit to” so he had to submit his resignation via email.  Is that what this world has come to?  Electronic gadgets before the personal touch?

I’ll miss having him around the office.  He’s a great guy and part of a very small world.  His kids are the same age as mine, his sister-in-law teaches at my kids’ school, he grew up down the street from my husband.  He’s a good mentor, he’s silly as can be – which sometimes is a very good thing when life gets out of control.  But he’s also a friend.  I dread what the office will be like without him.

Morale in the office lately has sucked.  I don’t see it improving any time soon.  There’s a saying that we quote ad nauseum when ever one someone spins out of control:  “Beatings will continue until morale improves”.

That’s about all I have the strength to write about tonight.  Think I’m going to bed.  Goodnight.

Bubbles!

September 11, 2009 at 9:33 am | In All Things Doodle, Contests, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters | Leave a Comment
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It’s Lexy’s turn to be in the voting spot light.  I submitted a picture of Lexy when she was our Flower Girl at my Wedding three years ago.  She would not hold still, she ran around, cried, Uncle Sean had to chase after her – she certainly tried to steal the spotlight!

Pretty Flower Girl

Pretty Flower Girl

She was beautiful that day though :)

Please go to this website to vote for Lexy:  http://durhamregionbaby.com/2009/09/photo-friday-bubbles/

click on “Read the Rest of this Entry” and find Lexy’s name below the pictures.  Click on her name, then click on “vote”.

Thanks!! ;-)

Busy Day

September 8, 2009 at 9:17 pm | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Family Ties, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, TV Season, Toeses and Noses | 1 Comment
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Today’s my 42nd Birthday.  I feel old.  I look at my hands and I see that they no longer have the youthful appearance they did in my 20’s and 30’s.  They’re starting to look almost ‘alligator-skin-like’ in appearance.

My bones creak and ache, especially in the morning when I first get out of bed.  It hurts to walk.  It usually takes a few steps (like 20 or so) before I can walk properly.

The crows feet are creeping in, despite my best eye cream.  I have laugh lines, although I haven’t laughed much lately.

I weigh the most I have ever in my life, a good 70 pounds or so above my high-school weight when I used to prance around in size 5 jeans and had a boyfriend who told me I was fat and should lose weight.  That was the year I lost a few pounds before my high-school Hallowe’en Dance in Grade 11.  I went as a french maid.  A certain DB who was the cool guy in high school started looking me over from the tip of my very high heels, all the way up my fishnet stocking covered legs and up to a very revealing bust line.  His only comment was … “nice…”.  Believe me, a compliment like that from DB was like having James Dean check you out.

I said to my parents yesterday that I wish I had what I have now, but ten years ago.  Lexy told me today that she’s very proud of me because I’m 42.  Very sweet, I think.

Lexy started Grade One today and was so very proud.  She was nervous, but we found her class and her new teacher and off she went.  When she got home, she told Terri that she LOVED Grade One!  It wasn’t hard, they didn’t do anything! She can’t wait until tomorrow.  We didn’t want to burst her bubble and tell her that the real work will start tomorrow.  At least she’s not scared of going now.

I took some pictures of Lexy pre-going to school this morning.  Well, I tried to anyway ….

Caity insisted on being in the picture too

Caity insisted on being in the picture too

I wanted just a picture of Lexy, on her first day of school, like I had taken the previous two years.  Not to be undermined, Caity insisted on smiling pretty for the camera.

Caity smiling "pretty" for the camera, Lexy patient as ever.

Caity smiling "pretty" for the camera, Lexy patient as ever.

 When I told Cait that I’d stop taking pictures if she didn’t smile nicely, we got this one:

... she was trying anyway

... she was trying anyway

This is about as close as we were going to get.  I gave up after this one:

The trials of being a big sister

The trials of being a big sister

This is Lexy on her first day last year.  I think Cait must have been sleeping.  Lexy really didn’t have a shiner, she got bit by a mosquito the day before and she was scratching so hard, she bruised her eyelid.

My sweet girl :)

My sweet girl :)

Can you see how much she’s grown?  Yes, she was a bit closer to the door in this last picture, but she stands just about as tall as the upper lock.  In the pictures above, she’s a bit further away from the door, and is definitely higher than the upper lock.  I just checked the wall markings where I have the girls’ height recorded.  Last year, this time Lexy was a good three inches shorter.  It’s crazy how much she’s grown … !

Blake McGrath is hot.  Sorry, just thought I’d throw that one in.  Must be a mid life fantasy or something.  He reminds me of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (Henry VIII, the Tudors on CBC), who is so very hot.  Yep, I’d hurt him.

The Tudors start up in 22 days on CBC .  This season is amazing.  I watched it earlier this year on the internet, can’t wait to watch it on the big screen.

We need new windows.  We have those old, antiquated single paned glass kind that slide back and forth and keep absolutely nothing in or out.  It will be nice to actually be warm in the winter and not feel any drafts when you walk past a window.

My husband brought me a beautiful bouquet of 12, count-em 12 long stem red roses to work.  Gorgeous.  It’s reasons like this that I keep him. ;-)

’nuff said.

A Toy Possessed .. ?

September 4, 2009 at 11:50 am | In All Things Doodle, Caityisms, Daddy-O, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters, Toeses and Noses | Leave a Comment
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It was late last night when Alex and I went to bed.  Well, late when you consider he had to get up at 4:00 in the morning to go to work today.  We were just shutting things down (turning the TV off, grabbing a glass of water, turning off the lights) and about to head upstairs when I heard one of the kids’ toys “talking” nearby.  

In my family room, we have Caity’s playpen set up in the corner, in front of the unused fireplace.  It currently serves as a toy box - one of a thousand we seem to have placed strategically around the house.  I noticed earlier in the day the toy “talking” too but figured one of the kids had set it off.

At this point, the kids are asleep.

I hear the words “bye-bye” coming from the toy box.

I think I’m in a “Chuckie” movie.

Alex and I start searching the toy box for this errant toy.  We. Can’t. Find. It. Anywhere.  It’s still saying “bye-bye” every few minutes and then plays a ring tune.

It’s been about ten minutes since we started searching and by now it’s driving us crazy.  We are on a mission to find this damn toy.  Alex has the flashlight and I’m digging deep into the massive mound of stuff.

The sounds of “bye-bye” echo in the room.  When we hear it, we stop, listen and move towards the sound.  We still can’t find it.

We’ve pulled everything that’s big out of the toybox and put it on the coffee table, the chair and the couch (yes, it’s that full).  We stop to listen, and hear nothing.  We star putting the toys back, figuring it’s safe to go upstairs finally.

Nope.

“Bye-bye” and then “ring-ring”.  GOOD LORD MAKE IT STOP! Now it’s mocking me ….

ARRRRRGGGH..g….hhh!!!

OK where is this bloody thing??

We had a baby monitor once (when Lexy was a baby) and it used to set off some of her toys containing batteries when the batteries were getting low.  I figured maybe it was happening again or we were in a possessed household, one or the other.

Yet again we hear “bye-bye” and we take everything out of the toybox.  Again.  We have an idea of which toy it is that’s making the noise, we just can’t find the damn thing.  We’ve looked under the toybox, beside the toybox and obviously inside the toybox.  Finally I figured it out.

On a hunch, I reached down and lifted the mat that lies on the floor of the playpen.

There it was.  A toy phone that was left on, and as the contents of the toybox shifted, the weight pushed against the mat which pushed the buttons which made the toy ring and then say “bye-bye”.

Alex happily switched the button to off, threw the toy phone back into the pile of toys and we went to bed.  That’s half an hour of our lives we’ll never get back…

Time for a garage sale I think.

Chuckie's holding on line two...

Chuckie's holding on line two...

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