Archive for July, 2009
Hi, all! I’m in the middle of my mom’s visit, and it’s nice to just be together. We have done some ‘touristy’ stuff, though. Wednesday we went down to the Carnegie Science Center. It was raining, so it was crazy packed inside. The kids thought the submarine was stinky, but really liked the robots. We had a great time.
But something happened in Becca’s little brain that day. Shortly after we arrived (and I purchased a membership, BTW), we were all at a little fountain where you try to balance plastic balls on the streams of water. There was a boy there who was probably 10 or 11, along with his chaperone. I’m guessing the boy had cerebal palsy, or something similar. He had a padded helmet on, and enjoyed the fountain. Becca could not stop looking at him. I was on the other side of the fountain, so I couldn’t really whisper in her ear not to stare. Nobody seemed to notice (except for me). I could see the little wheels turning in her head. There was a mix of confusion and amazement in her face.
Well, I had forgotten about this little incident until last night. We always seem to have our little heart to heart talks right before bed. As I lay there with Becca, a told her that I saw her staring at the boy with the helmet when we were at the Science Center. I asked her if she knew why he walked the way he did and had a helmet. Well, she had no idea. I’m hoping that I picked this chance to explain some things about people and life in the right way. I told her that his brain couldn’t tell his body what to do very well. I also said that he is probably a very smart boy, but it’s just that his body and his brain aren’t quite in sync. She thought about that for a while. She asked “Can he talk?” I said that I wasn’t sure about him specifically, but that if he could talk, he probably had to practice a whole bunch. I again emphasized that just because he might not be able to talk, that didn’t mean he didn’t have lots to say. I told her to try to imagine having all these great thoughts in your head, and not being able to tell them to anybody. She asked if he could snap. I told her, again, that it was probably very difficult.
Then she asked if it was hard for him to breathe. Which I thought was a pretty good question for a six year old. I told her that breathing is different. You don’t have to think about breathing. I didn’t want to give her a whole science class, so I told her that the ‘automatic’ part of his brain works just fine.
We chatted some more, and talked about how he really isn’t any different than other kids. That he probably likes to watch cartoons and be with friends. I hope the little ten minute talk we had helps her understand that we’re all equal, even if we have different challenges.
As she lay there, ready to drift off, it hit me how lucky I am. I need to be thankful for that every day. And then she told me “Mom, you’re making me hot. Can you leave now?”
My mommy is in town this week, so posting might be a little unpredictable for a few days. She got in yesterday morning, and we had a great day of hanging out. The girls were so excited! They had a big day. Trip to the airport, stop at the grocery store, show grandma how well they can swim, head to the park, back home to swim some more. Then we headed to the restaurant and met up with my brother and his family. Tony decided to try out some experimental food on us.
First, there was the pierogie pizza. Oh. My. God. A carb lover’s dream. And that’s me. It was a pizza with mashed potatoes, fried onions, butter and cheese. Way yummy. Next there was a Pittsburgh style stromboli (Steel City Stromboli?!?). Steak, cheese, fries and slaw. All wrapped up in dough. I sprinkled it with some hot sauce, and it was darn good.
My belly, however enthralled it was with all of that delicious food, was very full. All night. I think I need to join the gym. Maybe once the kids head back to school. There’s an LA Fitness opening in Settler’s Ridge. I wonder if I can strike up a deal with them because they’re so close to Downey’s House. Hmmmmm….
Well, we’re off to the Carnegie Science Center today. Hopefully walking around that place all day will counter some of the effects of that dinner from yesterday. Have a good one!
Well, we’ve all made it through one more week of summer. And that was the first week without the summer rec program. Fric and Frac have grown closer, schemed against me, and almost killed each other.
I guess that’s how the sister thing goes.
For the most part, they’ve been playing great together. I mean, there are minor quarrels about what they’re going to play (“I want to play iCarly!”, “I want to play Spongebob!”) and about who goes first. First for what? First for everything. First to get their hair brushed, first to get out of the tub, first to get in the car, first to get out of the car, first to get their dinner. You get the idea. But those things are pretty minor, and at least Becca is slowly learning the fine art of negotiation. She will agree to play Spongebob for ten minutes if they can play iCarly when they’re finished. Baby steps.
But the physical mauling? Not so good. Yesterday, Chloe poked Becca in the eye with the little stick part of a belt buckle. There has been hair pulling. Pinching. And the hitting….holy amounts of hitting. All of this has made ME ‘hit’ the wall. When the perfect storm happened on Friday, I lost it. Chalk it up to a whole week of hitting, a big day of PMS and the fact that it was my ‘tired’ time of the day (3:30-5:00 daily. Every. Single. Day.). I lost it. I screamed, I yelled and I gave time outs. I finally gave MYSELF a time out on my freshly made bed. Ten minutes in the peace and quiet of the master bedroom gave me a little bit of a better perspective.
We all made up and headed to a parade. It was classic Americana. The parade consisted of one marching band and a ton of fire engines from different companies around the area. And they all threw candy. Lots and lots of candy. The kids were a little freaked out at first. The sirens were loud, and they were nervous about coming off the sidewalk into the street to gather their goodies. But after watching a few other kids snatching up those little morsels of goodness, they got brave. Chloe, of course, got a little TOO brave. Had I not stopped her, I’m 95% sure she would have ended up on top of a fire engine.
Tomorrow my mom comes up for a week long visit. The girls are excited, and I know that means we’ll have a week of pretty good behavior. Chloe even told me that they won’t fight in front of grandma. And I wasn’t even prepping her for the visit. I think that they know to put the angel show on for her.
So, lots to do. Since mom is in Florida, I ‘ve gotta get some Pittsburgh staples. Mancini’s bread, chipped ham…and we’ll have to make a trip to Primanti’s.
I just learned this little trick last year. If the text on a webpage is looking too small for your aging eyes, do this:
Hold the CTRL key down while scrolling up with the wheel on your mouse. Every click will make the text one size bigger. Wanna make it smaller? Do the same thing, except scroll down.
Go ahead. You know you want to try it.
Well, I don’t know if it’s blogger’s block, or if it’s because I have so much stuff to do today that my brain can’t even think about writing something meaningful, funny, or original. (OK, so maybe most of my blog posts aren’t meaningful, funny or original. Whatever.)
So, today’s ‘Useless Tip’ is brought to you by my bloggers block.
From my father…if you see just one ant, KILL IT. It is the leader, the canary in a coal mine, so to speak. He’s looking for the path to goodness. If he dies, no other ant will follow him.