The other half of a good one

Posted on April 14, 2009 by Sherry

Sometimes I worry about these long four-day weekends because Hayley is used to every second being used up at school that I feel like I need to create a full schedule to fill in the time that she’s off. Then I remember that it’s FUN to just go with the flow and not necessarily have any set plans. Because that gives you time to just sit around eating too much Easter chocolate and spend another two hours in the park on the final day of the long weekend.

The kids were both up bright and early on Easter morning. Hayley has had a lot of questions about God and Jesus lately, and I’m doing my best to answer them in ways that she can understand. However, on Sunday it didn’t matter to her about things like Jesus rising from the dead and sitting at the right hand of God and salvation. At 7:15 all she wanted was the chocolate that the Easter bunny had left lying around various parts of the living room.

(How did the Easter bunny even come to be? I should go Google it because while I understand giving gifts at Christmas and the tie-in to the three Wise Men bringing gifts to the baby Jesus, what in the heck does a large bunny leaving chocolate eggs out have to do with the Resurrection?!)

Anyway.

Breanna was still asleep when Hayley woke up but all it took was hearing her big sister say, “Breanna! It’s Easter!” and she was sitting bolt upright in bed, ready and raring to go. They were not impressed that they had to wait for me to take Pearl out to pee, but I really didn’t relish listening to “arroooooo” for the entire egg hunt.

They were pleased to see that the bunny had eaten his salad and apple that they had left out for him, but mostly they were ecstatic over all the eggs they found.

We also gave them a gift from us, a little Easter pail with some jelly beans, markers, a notebook, and a Precious Moments soft doll. I *love* the doll and wouldn’t mind one for myself to be honest. Those dolls then went everywhere with us for the remainder of the weekend.

In the mid-afternoon we went to see George’s parents and had our Easter dinner of chicken, ham, black-eyed peas and rice, vegetables, and key lime pie. We had wanted to visit my parents on Monday for an Easter lunch but the timing didn’t work out so hopefully we can get out their way next weekend.

Breanna was so eager to eat that when she was done playing, she went and sat all by herself at the little table set up for the kids. It was at least 20 minutes too early for her to be waiting for supper but she flat out refused to get back up, and she sat there drinking some juice and waiting patiently.

It was totally delicious but poor Hayley got a little carried away. She ate so much that her evening went down the tubes because she got a huge tummy ache from all the food.

Luckily she was all better by Monday morning. It was quite nice out and I didn’t want to waste the day so I put off most of my work until the late evening so that I could take the kids out to play. As per Breanna’s request, we first went for a walk in the woods again. Her new thing is that she insists on leading. Just to bug her, I ran ahead and taunted her because I was first. She then charged straight past me, yelling, “no you’re not! I’M FIRST!” And then she gave me this face.

Well she sure told me!

When we got to the park, Hayley was ecstatic to find a five-year-old girl there with her family, so they played together for a long time, further proving that language barriers are non-existent in kids – she spoke Spanish and French and Hayley is still learning French, but they managed anyway and had fun.

Meanwhile, the girl’s older brothers and father were practicing soccer on the grass and you could tell by the way they kicked the ball around that they play on teams. Breanna ran straight for them and I cringed as I thought of the scene she might cause when I would go to remove her from the middle of the game.

Instead, they immediately welcomed her and let her play. They would kick the ball hard back and forth a few times and then one of the boys would stop the ball and kick it very gently to Breanna, and then they all hooted and hollered at her in encouragement when she would take off kicking it along the grass. They did it for a good half hour with her, and I let them know I could take her to the swings but they flat out refused and said as long as she was having fun, it was fine.

At one point Hayley thought it would be funny to climb into a baby swing but was unamused when she realized she couldn’t get out. The father came over to help me when he saw me struggling to pull her out and on the way back to the grass he mentioned his sons were 14 and 16. I told him that they were both incredibly nice kids because really, how many teenagers would be willing to play soccer with a three-year-old? Those are exactly the kind of kids I want to raise.

We were all so exhausted when we got home that by bedtime it took very little prompting or effort to get the kids to sleep. And frankly it didn’t take me long either.

I think all weekends should be long ones. Four-day weeks and more weekend time to spend playing would be a wonderful thing.

(You can see all the Easter photos right here.)

The great outdoors (finally!)

Posted on April 11, 2009 by Sherry

While I wouldn’t go so far as to say that the weather so far this weekend has been WARM, it’s certainly been warmER. Especially when you consider the fact that it snowed halfway through the week. But I refuse to talk about that any further, and since it melted by lunch time, I’ve decided not to hold it against Mother Nature, though there will be WORDS if it happens again. Ahem.

Anyway, with the weather being pleasantly sunny on Friday (more overcast today) and of a decent temperature both days Hayley, Breanna, and I spent many hours (hours!) outside. It was so nice. We decided to hit up the park both days for awhile for some playing on the swings and the slides.

After doing that for awhile, we decided to take a nice hike through the woods. Breanna demonstrated her utterly fearless leader behavior (as long as you don’t turn out the lights!) by leading the way the whole time.

Can you TELL how happy I was to finally be able to enjoy the great outdoors again, instead of just trying to survive it? It was so nice!

When we finished our hike we stopped by the park again for a little while since some kids had shown up. Neither Hayley nor Breanna were very keen on coming home, but I finally managed to convince them – plus we were hungry! We had eaten a really early supper after Hayley’s eye appointment on Friday, so by the time we were done running around outside, we all needed a little something else to fill us up.

(Hayley’s eye exam was inconclusive. It’s been determined that she will most likely need glasses but because of the scope of the issues with Hayley’s eyes and her history with strabismus, he said he’d feel more comfortable referring us back to the hospital, so we’ll know more then. At least I still have an appointment for May!)

Today wasn’t quite as beautiful as yesterday but it was pleasant enough. The kids were both all wound up and high strung because they were excited about Easter being tomorrow, so I figured the best thing for my sanity was to take them back out again to kill some of the afternoon. Another two hours passed in a blur as we spent time at the park and in the woods again. We took a different trail this time but it was cold enough that I didn’t want to go too far; I figured it would be better to go back to the park instead and let them run around to keep warm.

That photo of Breanna makes me laugh because after all the playing she sighed and said she was tired, so she ran over to sit on the bench at the newly installed picnic table. She said, “Oh, I never sat here before!” Then all of ten seconds later, she hopped back down, announced, “I feel better now!” and ran off full tilt to play some more.

We also took Pearl this time which was an exercise in patience (I failed) because she still pretty much sucks at understanding not to pull on the leash. She knows not to, but she doesn’t care. I don’t understand how she can enjoy walking for long periods while constantly gasping for breath since she essentially strangles herself, but I guess that’s part of what they were talking about when the SPCA folks told us Beagles are stubborn. STUBBORN IS PUTTING IT MILDLY.

She enjoyed it too, though, and is currently passed out asleep by my feet. I love this picture of her sitting on the park bench (attached, naturally), because you can tell how utterly unamused she was.

I know it’s cliche for a mother to say that her kids are gorgeous, but you know, duh. Of course my girls are beautiful. But even knowing that, every once in awhile I take a picture that takes even MY breath away. This would be one of them:

I think that happy smile sums it all up, you know?

I hope you’ve all had a great weekend so far too!

Fast forward to the future (or, is it May 8th yet?)

Posted on April 5, 2009 by Sherry

Day 94: To boldly go where no one has gone before

Today George and I took Hayley and Breanna to the theater to see Monsters Vs. Aliens. I really enjoyed it. The story was cute and engaging, and although I worried it might be a bit scary at a few pivotal moments for Breanna, she appeared to be completely unfazed.

It was Breanna’s first time in a theater and she did pretty well. She did walk back and forth among our little row but no one else was sitting there so she didn’t seem to bother anyone, and she didn’t get bored or loud at any point. It was a fun outing for the family.

But I’ll be honest. All this movie excursion did was make me long for May 8th more than I already was. I had seen the previews on YouTube, but today was the first time I saw this trailer on a big screen and I just about peed my pants.

I have GOT to go and see that in theaters so I can experience it with a big-ass screen and the crazy sound and just freak out completely.

Did you know I was a Trek fan? No? I’m honestly more of a Next Generation fan. I always thought Picard was the best captain and I was a little head over heels for Commander Riker (“number one” indeed), but Trek is Trek is Trek and this movie looks AMAZING.

(Note the fact that I had to stop and take a photo of the awesome Enterprise hanging over the movie theater lobby on the way out. Cough.)

I think George and I will be having a little date on May 8th.

Eye Spy

Posted on April 1, 2009 by Sherry

If you’ve been reading my site for awhile, you may remember that when Hayley was a baby, she had a condition called Strabismus. In simple terms, it meant that her right eye crossed in, waaay in. We treated it by using a patch on it several hours per day, and then she had a surgery to correct it at the age of ten months. It was much better but not perfect, and they did another one for her at age three. Her eyes were nice and straight and the only time they would turn in a bit was if she was really tired, and even then I think it was more noticeable to us just because we knew to watch for it.

Prior to the first surgery, she was given a prescription for glasses, and good lord a little baby in teeny little glasses is adorable. Check her out at seven months old:

After the procedure, she no longer required them. However, the other day she mentioned that things sometimes looked a little fuzzy. George also noticed that her eyes looked a little unfocused from time to time. Her class is mostly laid out so that the shorter kids are in front (which makes sense) and with Hayley inheriting George’s tall person genes, she sat in the very back row. I asked her if she could see the board and she told me that sometimes it was hard.

I wish she had told me sooner if she was having problems, but regardless of that, I immediately called our eye doctor at the hospital. The earliest they could see us was in May (!), so I took it anyway, along with one for Breanna who has never had an eye exam. Still, I didn’t want to wait that long, so I also called Lenscrafters and booked an appointment for Hayley next week. If there’s any sort of real problem, they’ll refer us back to the hospital anyway (which is why I kept that May appointment), but if it’s just that she needs glasses now, we can get everything taken care of sooner rather than later.

Hayley is eager to have her vision fixed but she asked me if she would look strange in glasses. Ah, the joys of getting older and being in school with other kids – that’s the sort of question that never would have crossed her mind once upon a time. I assured her that she would look very nice with glasses. It’s a tricky step for me since I personally hate my glasses and prefer my contact lenses. George and I explained that I don’t like MY glasses because they’re really old – the anti-reflect coating is partially worn off which makes it look cloudy when I look through them and it bugs me. I told her that I plan to get some new glasses soon and then I’ll probably wear glasses and contacts equally. I also showed her pictures of other young kids in glasses, showing her how nice they look.

I do hope that it’s just a simple matter of glasses. When you’re sitting at the children’s hospital, waiting for surgery to finish on your kid, it’s just a whole ball of stress. I would see other kids who were obviously very seriously sick or I’d chat with another parent who was waiting for their child to finish a major surgery (such as the mother of a young boy who had a perforated intestine and bowels and it was like some 7-hour procedure), and I would remember that at least eye surgery wasn’t quite that scary, but no one ever wants to have their kid put under, so glasses would be a much better solution. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

Plus, if she has glasses, I’m hoping that maybe it will allow her to better see the mess that she makes and that it will make it easier for her to CLEAN UP after herself a bit. What? They don’t make glasses for that problem? Well, I can hope, right?

RIGHT?!

(The photo above shows Hayley with the mummy she made out of clay and t-shirt strips since her grade one class is studying Ancient Egypt. I never got to study Egypt in grade one, she’s so lucky!)

One on one time

Posted on March 23, 2009 by Sherry

On Saturday, life started out disappointing for Breanna. George had to leave fairly early in the morning for work and wasn’t expecting to be back until late afternoon. On top of that, Hayley had gone over to her grandparents’ house. Thus it was just the two of us. However, we made the best of it!

We played some Wii bowling, tennis, and golf together (she totally kicked my ass at golf, by the way, and I wasn’t even *trying* to let her win. She came in at 3 over par. I came in at 10 over par. I am ashamed.), then we ate some lunch together. I made tuna salad, turned it into a sandwich for her, and I ate the rest with crackers. What made it special for her was that I threw a sheet down on the floor and we had a picnic in the living room while she chattered my ears off.

When lunch was done, we were both restless and the weather was too beautiful to ignore. Those of you who are further south or perhaps out west may have found it chilly at 5 or 6C but it was positively balmy here. We got our coats and grabbed Pearl and went for a long walk – we were gone for about an hour and a half! Pearl certainly enjoyed that (and slept well that evening).

We walked through a wooded area for awhile, found good “walking sticks” to help us on our way, and strolled along a few streets. We crossed through a church lot that she loves and she spent some time showing me that it’s a shame we’re Anglican/Protestant since she would make such an excellent Catholic girl, what with her massive love of the Virgin Mary.

Of course there was one thing at the church that was even more fun that the statue – a puddle!

It amazes me that we have toys, really, because she was just so overjoyed with nothing more than a puddle full of muddy water, a stick to stir it with, and a few pebbles to occasionally throw into the mix. She spent a good 15 minutes just playing there – and she didn’t even get wet other than her hands, which is amazing.

After I finally pried her away from the puddle, she then moved on to the one thing that’s even more fun than the Virgin Mary statue AND a muddy puddle combined – jumping off the big rock in the church yard.

(Even better viewed larger!)

It was no wonder she fell asleep so quickly and painlessly that night, what with all the walking and then the jumping.

She wasn’t very interested in going back home but I had to get supper started and we were both hungry. Once we got back in, she was pretty happy to be handed a big cup of juice and some cheese and crackers while I got the oven going. She kept telling me the rest of the afternoon and evening that she had had so much fun, and it got even better when she got to clean off after supper with a big bubble bath and bath paints all by herself.

Before Breanna was born, I spent a ton of time with just Hayley – going for walks, letting her take a bath until the water turned cold, and just hanging out. Breanna didn’t get that as often. Now that Hayley’s in school, we do have mornings and the first two hours of the afternoon, but I’m also working at that time, so it’s not quite the same. Dropping all ideas of working on Saturday and spending the entire day just playing with her and seeing her enjoying herself was such a great thing to do and I’m glad Hayley and George were busy with their own fun (George WAS having fun, it was work, but it was music work, so at least he enjoyed it!) so that I could get some of that quiet alone time with Breanna.

We’ll have to make a date to do it again soon!

Could it really almost be here?

Posted on March 15, 2009 by Sherry

This time last year we still had quite a lot of snow, and had even gotten a rather heavy snow storm, the kind that makes you want to just give up on your will to live.

Or maybe that’s just me being dramatic. But really, we got so much snow last year that it was ridiculous and I figured either I may as well move up north and enjoy the tundra because what difference would it make, or I’d better move south. Like Ecuador or something.

This year has been a really good winter in comparison. We had that crazy cold snap where it all but hurt to breathe outside and my hair turned white because it was just that cold, but we didn’t get as much heavy and constant snow. And now, here we are on the Ides of March (beware!) and dare I admit this out loud (so to speak)? It almost looks like SPRING is just around the corner.

Granted, yes, spring really IS just around the corner. On the calendar. But please, I live in Montreal. We don’t necessarily follow the calendar when it comes to our seasons. However, today George and I played the “Divide and Conquer” game where he took Hayley with him, and I took Breanna with me. For Breanna, that meant accompanying me on a nice long walk with Pearl.

Breanna was confused. “Where’s the snow?!” she asked as she plopped her snow-suit-free self down in a tiny remaining pile of snow of questionable cleanliness.

Hey, sorry kid. You’re asking the wrong person for sympathy. Begone, snow! Shoo!

She got over her mourning pretty quickly. As we got closer to home, she noticed some puddle and started picking up random tiny rocks and bits of gravel to throw in the puddles, one of her favorite pastimes. Then she spotted a fairly large puddle. Her eyes got a bit big, and she slowly tiptoed towards it, worried that I might stop her.

You know… So often I have to tell my kids not to splash in the puddles – usually it’s Hayley because she’s on her way to school. Today Breanna had nowhere to go but back home.

So I let her splash to her heart’s content for five minutes.

Let me tell you, it’s good for your soul.

What is good for the soul, too, is feeling like maybe, just maybe this winter stuff is done. Tuesday’s forecast is for 11C and that’s just crazy talk for the middle of March. It will be so nice to not have to bitch about the winter anymore.

(Please stay tuned for plenty of bitching about the ridiculous Montreal high humidity!)

56 hours of my life in photos

Posted on March 9, 2009 by Sherry

On Friday morning, Hayley’s last official day of March break, my alarm went off with a vengeance at 6:30 am. By 10 am I was sitting with George, Hayley, and Breanna on a train heading to Toronto.

The girls were remarkably good considering it’s five and a half hours sitting in seats. Breanna started to fuss about an hour out of Toronto but it was because she was tired; she finally fell asleep and got a half hour in which made a big difference for her. Overall they really enjoyed the train and we kept them busy with lots of coloring books, notepads, books, impromptu games (I taught Hayley to play Boxes, she did great!), and snacks.

We had gone to Toronto for George’s sister Elsa’s wedding, so we went to her condo first, where we were staying for the weekend, had a bite to eat since we were STARVING, and then we went to a hotel to visit with some family from out of town. It was tiring but fun to see everyone. We were all wiped out, but still hungry, so we stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken to pick up some food, ate a piece each, then we all crashed by 10 pm.

I don’t sleep well away from home the first couple of days so I was awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night, and then we were all jolted awake by a blaring siren coming from the ceiling. George called his sister to ask what the hell it was and she said if there was any problem we’d hear a voice telling us what to do from the speakers in the ceiling, and that’s exactly what happened – like the voice of God or something. It was weird. A security guard from the lobby announced there was a fire in one of the parking levels and to stay tuned for further instruction. We immediately got everyone dressed and waited by the door; fire trucks came and then within five minutes they announced it was a false alarm. Alas, it was 7:15 am and we were all groggy but far too awake to go back to sleep then.

Luckily, the building has a big pool and spa room so after breakfast I took the girls downstairs and we alternated between swimming in the smaller pool and relaxing in the spa for an hour. It was really nice and I would have stayed longer if we hadn’t had things to do. We had to hurry to get ready because Hayley and Breanna were flower girls in the wedding, so we had to get them over to the wedding site to get them dressed and to have photos done.

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Desperation

Posted on March 2, 2009 by Sherry

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Breanna is still coughing like a crazy person so she couldn’t really go outside to play since it was pretty cold out. Also, with Hayley off from school, we sent her extremely filthy snow suit over to George’s parents’ house since they have a clothesline in their basement. As a result, no one was able to go out to this afternoon.

Unfortunately, I had to work. Also, my laptop decided to commit suicide by way of a corrupted boot disk or some such thing, so George was hard at work trying to work his way in to save my documents and whatnot so that he could format and re-install my operating system (dear Vista, I hate you). By the way, he did indeed find that last resort success when he managed to use a CD to boot up in Linux, and he pulled all my files to safety. PLEASE BACK YOUR SHIT UP. You don’t want to know how many times I was thinking I would need to breathe into a paper bag last night when I couldn’t sleep because I hadn’t backed up in “awhile” and by “awhile” I really mean “what kind of idiot doesn’t back up over a year of photos, holy crap?!”

Anyway.

So when I get desperate for a bit of peace amongst fighting siblings, you can tell because that’s when I do something crazy. Today that showed when I pulled out the Moon Sand. Let me put it to you this way: I bought them Moon Sand as a joint Christmas present in 2007 and I think this was the 4th time it’s been out. It’s not as cool as it looks on TV, but the biggest problem is that it’s a pain of epic proportions to clean it up when they’re done.

However, I have to say that this sand – which used to be white, blue, purple, pink, and yellow, and is now a big blob of gray – kept those kids playing for over two and a half hours together. There was minimal arguing, I only had to step in a few times to remind Hayley that it’s not fair to hog 7/8 of the sand while leaving a wee pile for Breanna, and they were mostly quiet other than the chattering at each other. Two and a half hours!

Seriously, that more than made up for the fact that it took me about 20 minutes to completely clean it up when they were done. Still, I am looking forward to getting that snow suit back and taking them outside to burn off some steam.

What’s your desperate time filler?

Strange concepts really can work

Posted on March 1, 2009 by Sherry

That photo has nothing to do with my entry but I love it anyway because that is the look of sheer anticipation and joy. Pearl is a typical Beagle in that she is cute but also an awful, horrible, no-good ~~day~~ dog. However, if there is ever anything I can do to get her to calm down and behave herself for a few minutes, it’s while I am busy filling up her Kong toy with peanut butter.

When I mentioned that Breanna was waking up every night because her cough kept her from sleeping, a few people suggested that I put Vicks Vapor Rub on her feet at bed time. I had actually heard that before, but had always thought it was an old wive’s tale, right up there with not raising your arms overheard while pregnant because you’ll strangle your unborn baby with the umbilical cord (yes, I was told this once). I didn’t think it would actually do anything and was reluctant to try it because I knew you weren’t supposed to use the rub on a young child’s chest because the camphor is too strong for their lungs and could cause seizures, blablabladeathandmayhem.

And you know, while I know safety standards evolve, that’s one of those things that makes me stop and ask, “really?” Because I don’t know about you, but I spent a great deal of my childhood with Vicks on my chest so I could breathe at night during cold and flu attacks and I never had a seizure, died, or grew a second head. Sometimes I wonder how the human race has survived at all!

Anyway! After a bit of research I determined that putting the rub on Breanna’s feet wouldn’t endanger her health and, depending on who you asked, it would either help her or do diddly squat to keep her cough at bay. The thing is, although I had heard of the theory before, people leaving comments on my blog and emailing me were actual people who had tried it, not just some anecdotal story about someone’s best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend who heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with the girl (Ferris Bueller ahoy!) who tried it out and had it work. I figured I had little to lose and a whole evening of peace to gain, so why not?

I put a thin layer on, stuck her socks on, and got her into bed. She fell asleep easily and quickly, and then proceeded to sleep. For hours! She did not wake up coughing. I had an entire evening where I only had to listen to the breeze blowing through my brain. It was so relaxing and I was able to unwind. The best part was that Breanna also needed that sleep; she woke up so much more refreshed this morning, having finally gotten a good night of sleep again. I am a total believer.

She’s currently sleeping with about half a jar of vapor rub on each foot. This stuff is awesome. It’s the only reason I was able to watch a special night of Criminal Minds, drink two cups of tea, and read more of the very excellent Slumdog Millionaire which is, not surprisingly, even more excellent than the movie was.

Hope your Sunday evening was relaxing and cough-free too!

Diagnosis – really?

Posted on February 27, 2009 by Sherry

As planned, I took Breanna to the clinic today because it was absolutely necessary to see if she needed more than just rest and fluids. Once again she had woken up last night, about half an hour after falling asleep and she was freaking out, so I brought her out to the living room – partly because I was right in the middle of catching up on some work and partly because I didn’t want her to wake up Hayley who was exhausted beyond belief after Carnival day at school yesterday.

She sat up for a few minutes, then fell asleep sitting up. Her head kept flopping over and she’d do that jerking thing with her head, similar to the way people do when they fall asleep on the bus or metro (I used to do that *all the time* when I had early classes in college, it was so embarrassing). I did try to get her to lie down on a pile of pillows to prop her up, but she got angry so I left her alone, after taking her picture of course. Eventually she flopped right over and I covered her up while she slept for an hour or so until I finished working and took her back to bed.

When we went in today I fully expected to walk out with antibiotics because I was sure that she had bronchitis again. We did indeed get the antibiotics, but it was for a double ear infection. I had no idea, we’ve never experienced those with either of the kids before. She had none of the usual obvious signs – she didn’t have a fever and she had no ear pain whatsoever. However, sure enough, her right ear had a raging infection and the left had the start of a small one. Awesome.

As for the cough, she told me to just make sure Breanna drinks a lot of fluids. She said the tonsils and back of her throat were a bit inflamed but not infected, and said that even if it did start to develop into tonsillitis, the antibiotics we were getting would take care of that too.

Poor kid.

Even worse, after she had her nap and some lunch, I prepped her first dose of the antibiotics. I have always, ALWAYS tasted medicine before giving it to my kids. Holy GOD. That was the worse medicine I have ever had the misfortune to taste test. Awful doesn’t even cut it. Let me put it to you this way: Have you ever taken ~~that nasty rocket fuel~~ Buckley’s for a cough? You know how it works by tasting so incredibly disgusting that it scares the germs away?

Buckley’s tastes like frickin’ CANDY compared to this stuff.

I had no idea how I was going to pull it off, but I forgot that Breanna is a trooper through and through. The first dose was a big one, bigger than the rest are, so I used the syringe to unload about half of it into her mouth – and I’m not mean, I warned her first that it didn’t taste very good, because I didn’t want to have her spit it all back out in horror. She shuddered and her eyes bulged out, but she got it down, and did the same for the second half. There was a lot of gasping and noise-making as she ran to the kitchen with me to have some water and eat another bite of her lunch to get rid of it, but she did it. Hopefully she’ll be just as tough tomorrow, now that she knows what to expect.

A.W.F.U.L. If life was a horror movie, that stuff would be the top secret government lab experiment gone wrong that accidentally gets leaked out and turns people into flesh-eating, brain-guzzling zombies that need to be shot and burned and scattered in three separate locations.

(What? What do you mean I need to stop watching so many horror movies? I have no idea what you’re talking about!)

Day 58: Breakfast of champions (by sherina)

The good news of the day was that the clinic is right across from a Tim Horton’s and I had five bucks in my pocket so I bought six and ate one with my coffee when I got back home at 9 o’clock. Not the usual healthy breakfast that I have every day, but hey, when I’ve had two sick kids in a row with overlap and everything, I think I deserve a double chocolate glazed donut with my coffee!

Chaos Theory

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