Wordless wednesday – soccer mom
A house divided
As we settled in to watch the first period of the hockey game tonight, Goose climbed into her favourite spot on my lap. We’d all been excited for this game to start, so started watching even though Willy wasn’t home yet. It had barely begun when she started to confidently chant, “Go Pens go, go Pens go!” I’d been expecting it since it was decided that Ottawa would be playing Pittsburgh in the second round, but it still so foreign.
Goose has been a Senators fan her whole life, and a Penguins fan since we returned from India. Her love of the Sens comes from the exposure in the house and in the city; it’s hard not to like a team when they are all you have ever known. We figure that her love of the Pens has something to do with the fact that her Uncle DW is a fan, a little to do with Sidney Crosby, and a lot with the fact that Penguins are her favourite animal. She cheers for the Sens most days, but if you ask her who her favourite team is, she will tell you that it is the Pittsburgh Penguins
I grew up in a house that was divided by hockey loyalties. My Dad was a Leafs fan, and my Mom supported the Canadians. I sided with the Habs, and had many a spirited discourse over which team was better with my Dad. I won most of those conversations, though the Saturday before he passed away, Dad sat up and watched the Leafs beat the Canadians. The score was lopsided, yet he stayed up right to the end, loving what he saw and rubbing it in to me. I felt the losses to the Leafs harder than any other, and loved to beat the Leafs a little more than any other team. I know what it can be like to cheer for the other team.
Goose is young, and could likely be convinced to cheer for the Sens if we wanted to try. We won’t though, and could not be prouder of how she has stuck to her team, even with intense pressure from her brother. I want her to make her own choice, and will do my best not to influence her, even when her team plays mine over the next couple of weeks. She has wavered a bit, but keeps coming back to the Pens. A supportive note, sent by her Uncle this afternoon helped to give her a little more confidence. So she chants and cheers, and expects the Pens to win the series. She has even started lobbying her father to start cheering for her team, if not now, when the series is over.
Whatever the result, I suspect that our early morning cuddles while watching the highlights are on hiatus for the next while…
Holding my breath
I have spent much of the last week feeling like I am holding my breath, all in knots. It’s the week that I have been dreading since the dates fell into place, the week that both Woo and Willy had surgery. I am a worrier by nature, so to surgeries meant it hit me doubly hard this time. By Thursday, the day before Woo’s surgery, I was a grumpy and overtired mess.
Woo was getting a tooth pulled. One of his molars was fused to the jawbone and had not erupted. This was starting to cause him some discomfort, and could lead to big issues with jaw development moving forward, so it needed to come out. I know it’s a pretty routine surgery, but I was still anxious. It was such a nice and comforting surprise to see one of my good friends in the waiting room when we arrived at the surgery centre on Friday. Her daughter was having surgery right before Woo, and even though she was feeling many of the same things that I was feeling, her presence both calmed me and distracted me. Still, one of the hardest things that I have had to do was hold Woo as they put him under, then be directed to walk away, leaving him so small and vulnerable on the operating table. I might have shed a tear or two.
Thankfully the surgery was fast and uneventful. By the time that Willy arrived from walking Goose to school, they were calling me back to sit and cuddle him in recovery. We were able to take him home shortly after, and he spent the day lounging on the couch, spoiled rotten. He amazed me in his ability to bounce back. He never once complained of pain, and dove right into his normal routine, heading to the park to play soccer on Saturday morning.
We were allowed a brief sigh of relief before we started to prep for Willy’s surgery today. He had a stapedectomy, an operation that will hopefully restore the hearing in his right ear. He had this operation performed on his left ear in early 2009, and although he is very sensitive to loud noises now, he can thankfully hear in that ear again. We have been looking forward to this operation, as his hearing loss has been frustrating for both of us. There are risks associated with the procedure, so I worry still.
Today was a long day for me. I had barely slept, was awakened in the middle of the night, and then I had to get the lils to school and Willy to the hospital. The majority of my day was spent worrying about Willy, so I was very relieved to be called about an hour earlier than expected to come and pick him up. He is now upstairs, sleeping peacefully, as he will be for the next few days. I still have to make it through the next week, trying to ensure that he gets the rest that he needs and that the lils don’t hurt him or drive us all crazy as they try to be calm and quiet.
Right now they all sleep peacefully, so I close my eyes and slowly exhale.
Wordless wednesday – Owls
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of an eye opener for me as the mom of two lils in kindergarten. For the majority of the school year, I thought that I was doing pretty well. The lils made it to school most days before the bell, they are often overly prepared for the weather, and I hadn’t yet forgotten to include their lunches OR water bottles. Sure, I likely drive them more often then I should, and I have forgotten to call the school once or twice when one of them is sick, but all in all it’s not been too bad.
There has been a subtle shift of late, and I think that things are starting to slide. It started when I forgot to buy splash pants for Goose, and then didn’t find any for weeks. It started getting warm, and overly prepared for the weather morphed into sending the poor girl in her snowsuit up until mid-April, when the temperature was well above freezing and she was over-heating. Then the lils started competing to see who could reach me for hugs at the end of the day. The “winner” got their hug first, and the loser, well, lost it. The tears, the yelling, the crying, have become a daily occurrence. Their teachers look at me, confused as I am as to what is happening. Then I sent Goose to school in a dress that clearly needed something worn underneath it. It was a knit dress, and their were holes in the pattern. I thought that she was fine with nothing underneath, but I was so wrong, and those holes looked so large as she ran around the playground at pick-up.
I have been able to volunteer a few days a month in the lils’ classroom. It is great to see the them interacting with their peers, to get to know their classmates, and to help the teachers out a little bit. I like it, I know that the teachers appreciate it, and all of the lils seem to have fun when a parent comes in. Sadly, the last few visits I have made have ended with one or both of my lils behaving really badly. They don’t listen, disrupt the lessons, and try to get their classmates to follow them in their mischievous ways. The teachers know it is for my benefit, the lils have been warned that they can’t keep it up or there will be consequences, yet it continues. When Willy picked the lils up from school one night recently, he was told that I should not come in the next day, as it becomes too disruptive for all. The consequences they were warned of.
I’ll be allowed to come back in next month, but until then, I’ve been suspended from kindergarten.
Woo talking. Goose, “Hey! I was about to talk and Woo started talking first. That’s interrupting!”
Me, “There was no kale in today’s veggie basket.”
Woo, “What???? Why not!? Can you go get some now?!” (addict much?)
Goose accidentally pulls the curtain rod down in her room, at bedtime. She still has a blind, so I figure she will be fine. When I leave the room and turn the lights out she says, “Hey! Why is it so bright in here? I can’t sleep when it is this bright out!”
Tucking Woo in to bed one night, “Your breath smells like wine.” (that might have been a valid compliant)
One night this week the lils were presented with a nice steak, usually a family favourite in our mostly vegetarian house. Goose took one look and cried, “But we haven’t had KD in a million days!”
Each night I call the lils to supper, reminding them to use soap. Tonight Goose refused, angrily complaining, “I don’t need to use SOAP to wash my hands.”
When his milk was about to be poured into the same plain, low profile, bottom heavy, hard to spill glass that he uses every night, Woo cried out, “WAIT! I can’t drink my milk unless it’s in a fancy glass…”
Walking to school last week, Goose asked what the date was. I told her, and she exclaimed, “AWW, I don’t have any APRIL underwear!” The people who were jogging by at this exact moment found this to be particularly amusing.
Still in the bubble
As the afternoon went on yesterday, I went about my routine as I always do. I wanted the lils to see normal, even though I was not feeling it on the inside. They didn’t need to know that I was upset, so I fed them their snack and talked about their day as I prepped the veggies for our stir fry. I listened to the radio, because we always do, but I discretely turned it off to “hear them” every time the news came on. They didn’t need to know what was going on.
There are terrible things that happen in the world every day, and I gloss over them too. It was just a little harder yesterday. The bombs that were set off at the finish line for the Boston Marathon were a terrible thing; impossible to avoid, to hide because of the event, the location that was attacked. The lils aren’t ready, I rationalized.
It was the cancellation of last night’s hockey game that forced me to tell them a bit about what happened. They knew that there was to be a game, were hoping to be allowed to watch a few minutes of the first, or be called out of bed to see a goal for the Sens if they scored. They would realize that something was up when there was no game, and would want to know more. As I told them that there were some explosions in Boston, and that the game was cancelled to ensure that everyone was safe, I kept thinking that this was a silly reason to be telling them about this, that they would want to know more. In the end, they were disappointed about the game, but had no real questions about anything else. Thankfully they had one more day where they were still in that safe little bubble where all is good in the world, and their biggest worry is that they have to wait a day to do something they enjoy. It’s days like yesterday that I want to crawl inside that bubble with them.
Wordless Wednesday – bowling
Goose got her finger shmushed in a door again this weekend. I say again, as this is the third time that this has happened in the last year. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, when we were in India, but it was bad enough. I finally got her calmed down enough to see that the damage was minor and that she was not likely to lose the nail. We put a bandage on the small cut, and cuddled while she iced it.
As we cuddled, she talked about how this hurt, but it wasn’t so bad, as Woo had “gently” closed the door on her finger. The damaged digit was her middle finger, and she kept pulling it out from under the ice pack to look at it. I tried to reassure her that it would be OK, but she kept looking down.
“It’s my favourite finger,” she said, holding it up and flipping me off. “Good thing I have another one,” she followed up with, then giving me the double bird. She had no idea why I laughed so hard.
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We went to the sugar bush with some good friends this weekend, friends who happen to have lil people the same ages as ours, which makes hanging out together extra awesome. Shortly after we arrived, we saw that there was to be a walking tour in a few minutes. We waited at the starting point, and by the time that our guide arrived, there were several other families and children there. He started to give us a little history of maple syrup production, and asked if we knew why only Canada and the US produced syrup. I started to ask if it was because sugar maples only grew here, but the guide started speaking at the . I stopped, just as I got the “sh” in sugar out. He then stopped, looked a little taken aback, and asked loud enough for all to hear, “did you just say SHIT?”
I laughed because it was funny, but then looked around, and explained that I tried not use words like that in front of all those children. Poor kid was only 17 or 18; I think he only asked because he was shocked that I would have said it there. Good thing he doesn’t know about the swear jar…
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As the Easter Bunny’s helper, I was tasked with filling and hiding the eggs on Saturday night. We left our plastic eggs for a friend in India last year (plastic eggs are not so common in India), so I bought a new bag this year. Given that it was new, I knew that there were 46 treat filled eggs to be hidden that night. While I did most of it while sitting on the couch with a glass or two of wine, I recruited Willy to help with the hiding. We made short work of it, trying to mix the relatively easy to find eggs with the tricky and clever spots. Satisfied that we had the makings of a good hunt, we went to bed.
The next morning was a flurry of lil people, loving each and every spot that they found an egg. The hunt took about fifteen minutes, and ended with Woo counting the eggs to ensure that they each had the same number. When we were short one, we searched all the spots but still came up empty handed. The lils split the last egg, and we figured it would turn up eventually.
Six hours later, Woo raced into the kitchen with the last egg in his hand. “Look what I found in the chandelier!” he shouted. That is the last time I drink wine before hiding eggs.
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Willy spent a large chunk of time over the weekend working on my laptop. We’d bought a new SSD, so it meant that stuff had to be backed up, partitions moved around, and hardware tinkered with so that my OS and software would run off this new drive, and all of my non-archived pictures (the ones that I still tinker with) could live on the old drive. They were spread across two drives, and I only had access to one, so this news made me extra happy.
By Sunday morning, I had been without my laptop for over a day, and was beginning to get a little twitchy. I walked into the office as Willy was moving some of the images on to the machine, working on the back-ups, and doing some tidying before handing the machine back over. He asked a few questions about some files, then went back to work. I was about to ask for a status update, when something started rapidly scrolling across the screen and Willy frantically started wailing on my keyboard, yelling “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I backed out of the room, and it was quite a few more hours before I got my laptop back.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about my selfish behaviour surrounding my husband’s upcoming surgery. What I neglected to include in that post (after two lil people, you just forget to say things sometimes), was that the surgery has been scheduled for about six weeks later, in early May. It was a date that Willy could live with, a date that assuaged my guilt a little. It was also a date that let us think about heading out of town for a very short, adults only trip to Chicago for Wine Spectator’s Grand Tour event in early May, a trip that might not have been possible had he had the surgery been this week.
If we could pull it together, this trip would be the first time that we have left the lils for a fun, just us trip. Sure, we have left them with my siblings on two other occasions, but neither of those trips were for fun at all. So we started to look at dates and costs, to talk about how long we could go and what we could do and see. We started to dream. Making those plans concrete was the first item on my list for this week, seeing as it is the first time that Willy and I will be in the same country for more than a couple of days in a row this month.
Just before I left to walk the lils to school this AM, I saw a post-it on the table with Woo’s dental surgeon’s name and a phone number written on it. One of his molars never descended, so he needs to have it extracted before it messes up his jaw and adult teeth. It has started to bother him lately, so we are all looking forward to having the surgery (and recovery) behind us. We were told to expect a call the week before the surgery, so I figured I would be getting pre-op instructions in the call. I called them back and was surprised to hear that the surgery had been moved to May 3rd, a full month later than planned.
I could hear the air go out of that Chicago balloon when I realized that the May 3rd was the date that we were to leave for Chicago. Selfish me half-heartedly asked if there was a date the following week that he could have instead, even though I knew I would not make him wait even longer if there was a date available. She let me know that it could be months if we waited, so I confirmed the date and let Willy know that we wouldn’t be going to Chicago this time. Then it dawned on me. Woo’s surgery is on the third. Willy’s surgery is on the sixth. That week is going to be all kinds of fun… Well played karma, that one selfish moment is going to come back to bite me.