Happy Birthday Campbell!

Today is my little man's 6th birthday.  Campbell is a fun and quirky guy.  He is a diligent hard worker with an upbeat attitude.  He is very eager to learn. We all love him a lot and hope his birthday is a special one.

I took him and his best buddy out for lunch at their FAVOURITE restaurant.


Then they played before going back to school for the afternoon.  Tonight we will have a quick dinner before Patrick's tryouts and then we'll have cake when Patrick gets home.

I think that my grandfather Bert's farewell was all that he could have hoped it would be.

He died peacefully at a nice old age, with his children at his side, and without much suffering.

The newspaper coverage continued all week and his death was eulogized by all of the major Canadian newspapers.

Yesterday we had a celebration of my Granbert's life. It was a beautiful sunny day by the river. The canoe club building was packed with people who knew him or admired him. The walls were lined with his artwork and photo collages of various aspects of his life. Some funny stories about him were shared by his friends and children. Food and drink were enjoyed by everyone. Damon asked me on the way home, "Why wasn't everybody crying?" I tried to explain to him that even though we will miss Bert a lot, we were there to celebrate what a great life he had lived.

It was as it should have been, and as I wish it could be for all of us. I think that somewhere Granbert is sitting on a beach with the biggest grin on his face.

Kira's new knock-knock joke

Kira: Knock Knock
Us: Who's there?
Kira: Me.

All of us giggle when she says it. It sure beats her old knock-knock joke.

Kira: Knock Knock
Us: Who's there?
Kira: Knock Knock
(repeat)

She laughs when her brothers tell her knock-knock jokes and responds with the appropriate "who's there" and "banana who".

He would have been thrilled

I picked up my morning paper to find a hunky photo of my grandfather in his youth and a headline on the front page, "Olympian Bert Oldershaw of Burlington dies at 84 page A3". This article was on page 3:
Beach-loving Bert spawned a canoeing dynasty

Bert Oldershaw 1921 - 2006

Last night my Granbert passed away. Today, I'm just remembering him. He was an athlete, a salesman, a gardener and an artist.

Canadian Olympic Committee

Bert Oldershaw

Born in Toronto in 1921, Bert Oldershaw has demonstrated an unparalleled passion for the sport of canoeing that began during a childhood spent paddling around Toronto Island where he lived for 35 years. Oldershaw won national titles in canoe and kayak from 1939 to 1956, and competed in the Olympic Games in 1948, 1952, and 1956. He holds the distinction of being the only Canadian to reach three successive finals in Olympic paddling competitions before retiring from racing at the age of 38.

Oldershaw founded the Mississauga Canoe Club in 1957, a paddling powerhouse that sits along the banks of the Credit River. 'Missy' paddlers have long dominated the Canadian canoe/kayak scene with countless athletes representing Canada in international competitions thanks in large part to Oldershaw's numerous contributions as a coach. In 1976 Oldershaw cemented his dedication to sport by building a training facility at his home, which included an indoor pool, adapted with weights and pulleys to simulate outdoor water conditions, and used by national team members to train.

Oldershaw's community contributions include 12 years as a member of the Board for the COC representing canoeing. He created Canamtur Ltd. to assist in amateur-sport fundraising and development, and in the process raised more than $1.25 million from the private sector. These days Oldershaw is working to restore Native canoe culture, by re-establishing canoe and canoe-building in Six Nations' communities.

Oldershaw's most important legacy in building the sport of canoeing, however, is evidenced through his family. He is the father of five children, Dean, Reed, Scott, Lee, and Lynn - all of whom have competed in canoe competitions, and three of whom have represented Canada at the Olympic Games. Two of his grandsons continue the family sport tradition, and are currently strong hopefuls for Athens 2004. Should this happen, the Oldershaw family will have sent three generations of canoe-kayak athletes to the Olympic Games.

The Curse has been broken!

The not-making-it-to-Super-Saturday Curse.  In the 8 seasons we have had a child playing house league hockey, this year is the first time that any of them have made it to Super Saturday.  Campbell's team made it, just barely.  There was a 3 way tie for second place, they were tied for wins, tied for goals against.  It came down to goals for and Campbell's team was ahead by 2 after Sunday's game.  Here he is in the center, warming up with his team.

We are amazed at how much he has improved this season.  Sometimes when we are watching a game, we don't recognize him because he is skating so well.

Damon's team did not make it to Super Saturday, but at least they went out with a 5-1 win.  Damon plans to try out for a rep team next year.

Kira is better now.  Last night as she was going to bed, she told me "I all done with my sick now."

The kids are back in school today!  Now I have to clean up the messes that were created in the past week.

Oh, something else I'm doing for the March Break, cleaning up Kira's vomit, washing all of her bedding and mine and bringing her drinks in bed. I think I'll save the really fun part (renting a carpet cleaner to clean up some "didn't make it to the bathroom" spots) for next week.

March Break happenings

It is "March Break" for us. While our friends from the school go to Disneyworld, or Myrtle Beach, Matt is installing a slate floor in our kitchen, Campbell's hockey team is in a tournament here and I'm enjoying the while early pregnancy nausea thing. If Campbell's team is eliminated early we can get away to go see Grandma and Grandpa for a day or two, but we need to be back for Thursday because Matt and Patrick have tickets to an NHL hockey game in Buffalo.

Don't be too jealous.

My grandfather is in hospital again. He was released from hospital about 2 weeks ago after recovering from bacterial pneumonia. Last week he started having problems with hemmorhaging in his colon and was diagnosed with "Septic Colitis". His prognosis depends one which of his doctors you ask. I am going to visit him tomorrow.

Thanking my lucky stars

I let Puck out a few minutes ago. He ran out into the yard and went on point. I figured there was a cat in the bushes and I picked up the broom, prepared for some hissing. Instead, I could make out a creature darting away, as it passed under a bit of moonlight I saw it, a SKUNK! Thankfully it beat Puck to the fence, rushed through the neighbour's yard and off into the night without spraying anything. PHEW! Then it took me 10 minutes to entice Puck to come back in after all of his excitement. He was oblivious to the misery that could have been.

Going Squirrelly

The view from my laundry room.

This brazen guy is one tough nut!  Note all the bald patches.  He/she has been living in and around our property for many years and has tried to have many "stand offs" with Matt.  And he/she loves to watch Puck go bonkers trying to climb a tree to get him/her.

Two for one

Last week, when Matt told all of the kids that we were having another baby, he showed Patrick the card that I made for him. Patrick immediately said, "why does Daddy have to do that? That's not fair." Matt said it was no big deal, and joked that maybe he would go with Puck to the vet and get a "two-for-one deal" on neutering. Yesterday on the way home from school, Patrick told me that it was just wrong for Daddy to be neutered. I explained neutering to him and told him that was what Puck was going to have done, not Daddy. He said, "No, Daddy said he was going to get neutered too." I told him that Daddy was only joking and explained what a vasectomy was, he was still skeptical though.

Poor guy, for 5 days he's been worried that his father was going to be castrated.

Damon is just ecstatic about having another baby. When Daddy told him, he turned to me and said, "Did Daddy tell you about the new baby?" Later that night he woke up and came and told me how happy he was and he hopes it is a girl "so that Kira has somebody". This morning he said,
"It's really weird, you don't even look pregnant at all." hee hee.
"Give me some time and I will look pregnant" I said, "right now the baby is the size of a piece of rice."
"Seven weeks?"
"Yeah about that."

Campbell is coming around. It just takes that old man time to get used to change. 34 more weeks will probably do it.

Kira's baby

Recently Kira has really shown an interest in playing with baby dolls. After her daddy shared the news of our pregnancy, Kira has developed her own concept of what it all means. If somebody asks her if mommy is going to have a new baby, she says, "no, my baby". When asked where the baby is, half of the time she says the baby is in mommy, the other half she tells you that the baby is "asleep now in my room. Shhhhh" In the past 4 days, she has obsessed about this Pooh doll. She takes him all over the place, she tucks him into bed, when I took this picture, she had to show him the picture on the camera's display. "Look baby, that's you baby, so cute baby." I am starting to think that she thinks that THIS is our baby that everybody keeps asking her about. (I love that his pram is a pink pillow on top of a dump truck.)

Matt,

You've probably guessed what I'm trying to tell.
I'm in shock, and I'll bet you are as well.
"5 kids? are you crazy!" others will say.
But crazy or not, a baby is on the way.
Phone the doctor by November, make it fast,
So that this little baby can be our last.

I love you.

This is Damon the night of his first reconciliation.  He was so happy to confess all of his sins to Father.  He stood up there with his laundry list of nasty deeds.  He told us that one of the things he confessed to Father was that he sometimes beats up his brothers.  Father told him that he used to beat up his brothers too until his mother caught him doing it and hit him over the head with a frying pan.  That made Damon smile, probably because he was thinking about how lucky he was to have been absolved of his sin before a frying pan connected with his skull.

Happy Birthday Charlie!

Charlie is such a sweet-natured old cat.  He has always been a bit shy, especially around kids and dogs, but once caught, he tolerates so much torture with nothing more than a call for "MMMMMMOMMMM".  He is 14 now, although I don't know his exact birthdate.  I got him as a 5 month old kitten, when the Humane Society brought him to the hospital I was working for after he had "fallen" more than 6 floors from an apartment building.  He had a bad break in his hind leg and a broken nose.  He wore a cast for months, and was left with a significant limp.  But he still likes to play with mice.

a glitch in my system

Being sick and being a mom don't mix.

I was feeling really nauseous on Friday afternoon, and could feel something worse coming on, so I pushed ahead to try to FINALLY get Damon's birthday planned and invitations sent. I think the oncoming headache and nausea was creating an additional sense of urgency, but apparently not an urge to pay attention to details. Damon wanted to take his friends to an AHL hockey game. It has been a month since his birthday, but we have had conflicts between the AHL schedule and Patrick's schedule. But Patrick has a relatively light schedule over the next week, I was trying to take advantage of that and emailed the team to book a birthday party for next Friday night. I printed up my own "tickets" that actually looked quite real and handed them out to the chosen guests at the end of the school day. All I had to do was go to the ticket booth to pay for the package and pick up our tickets. Great, right?

I got an email this morning from the nice lady from the hockey team telling me "That wouldn't be a problem, except, the 24th is an away game. We do not play at home again until March 10th. If this date would be alright for you, please let me know." So now I'm going around frantically trying UNINVITE people and trying to convince Damon that a July birthday party would be a GREAT thing.

Patrick's team was eliminated from the playdowns in a sweep (eliminating the need for games #5-7) and now they are waiting to see who wins a series. That meant that the game times they had previously scheduled would become practice times. The team manager emailed the parents to say this was her assumption until further notice. Well she emailed all the parents later giving them a list of this week's ice times. I quickly scanned the list of 5 practices and noticed that they now had a Friday practice and wrote it down on our calendar. What I didn't notice was that the time and location of the Monday practice had changed. It is totally my fault, but sometimes when the manager puts out a new schedule with any changes, the changes are highlighted with asterisks. This time there was nothing jumping out at me. So tonight when Matt and Patrick were getting ready to go to practice, Matt asked Patrick where and when the practice was, he told him the original time which was on our calendar and the calendar that the manager prints out for us each month. Obviously neither of them looked at the email that I had read over. Matt called me from the original arena and asked me to check the schedule. Well the computer was closest, so I just opened the email and there it was, the practice was about a 15 minute drive away and it was already underway.

Now, I'm waiting for them to come home so they can tease me.

Under the weather

Well it turns out that the calamari was fine, that Damon really had a stomach virus. Matt came home on Valentine's day and tossed me my card and chocolates as he ran upstairs to be sick. He spent the whole night in his bed and even contemplated staying home from work the next morning. He dragged his sick-self in late, but only because he didn't want to ruin his perfect attendance record. No sooner had his truck pulled out of the driveway, than Kira started vomiting. When I was getting the boys ready, I started to feel woozy too. So we took the boys to school and came home and slept it off.

Yesterday morning we awoke to an ice storm and all of the schools were closed. By the time school would have started it had all melted and turned to rain. But the boys enjoyed their day off of school. This morning, the weather was bad again with blowing snow and terrible winds. The front window of the local Canadian Tire store even blew right onto a major street. But the schools were open.

So this morning it came as no surprise when Patrick started feeling sick. Kira is better now, but I'm still feeling sluggish.

Happy Belated Valentine's Day

Shhhhh

Kira was playing in her room while I finished sewing. I could hear her singing and talking to herself as she played. There was suddenly silence. I (as in me and my shadow Puck) went to make sure she was okay. She has been sleeping that way for an hour now. Moving a sleeping Kira is an impossible task, so we have learned not to bother. If you want her to stay asleep, don't touch her.

Princess Kira and her loyal subject

Note the new (well old) princess bed.

Around the house this weekend

Something we learned when we moved our laundry room to the second floor was just how much old top-loading washing machines shake. No adjustment seemed to help. Twice a day, the earth seemed. We had gotten used to the "ding ding ding" of the pot rack in the kitchen and our wrought iron bed. Then the thermostat stopped working and for the past year I've been washing in cold only. We don't even have the benefit of using "Cold Water Tide" as Matt, Patrick and Kira are all allergic to Tide. So, I have been soaking my whites in buckets of hot water before washing them. Our dishwasher quit last week and we decided to pick up a washing machine at the same time. After it's arrival, Matt eagerly waited for our first load with our NEW washing machine. When the spin cycle started, Matt grinned as he said, "Quiet kids, I'm trying to listen to the washing machine."

While watching part of Titannic, I heard Campbell turn to Matt and say, "Okay, that's it, I'm NEVER going on a boat again." Damon was quite impressed by that movie and for 2 days straight he has talked about Rose and Jack as if they were members of our family.

Let's see, what else did we do? Hockey, hockey, playoff hockey. Oh, Patrick had another trip to the ER for a hockey head injury. He was fine.

While Matt was out with him, Kira bonked Campbell on the nose and I've never seen a nose bleed like that. It was like a scene from Monty Python and I had a big clean up after. (The new washing machine did a fabulous job on my white towels.) Luckily the nose wasn't broken. "I soy Cambo."

Damon, the human crayon-maker!

Damon went for his annual check-up. He is healthy and growing well, but has been having a problem with his ear ever since last summer when he had swimmer's ear. I knew he had a problem with wax and dried up blood in there ever since, and he had started rubbing his ear in his sleep. I looked in it the day before his appointment and it was clogged. I asked the doctor to flush it. Damon was very brave as she stuck the tube into his ear. In an instant we heard a "CLUNK" as something fell into the bowl. The doctor blurted out, "What did you put in your ear?" Damon looks confused and just shrugs. I looked into the bowl and it looked like a 1 inch piece of a brown crayon. The doctor examined it a bit more and declared that it was impacted wax. The boy really couldn't hear me half the time! But now he has no excuse.

Happy 8th Birthday Damon!

You are a wonderful little boy.  You are so smart and analytical, strong and athletic.   And you have the singing voice of an angel.  You are always eager to share with your family, friends and unfortunate strangers, you are the most generous child I've ever seen.  I just hope that you always know how important and special you are to everybody.

Hamming it up with his cake.

He was thrilled with his new guitar.  He'll be starting lessons soon.

And here he is teaching Kira how to cheer for him.

I heard it straight from the horse's mouth

"Every day is like opposite day to me." - Damon Fair

This was his response when Patrick teased him. He asked Patrick to watch his food and Patrick told Puck to eat up and said, "oh didn't you know it's opposite day today?"

Logically reverse psychology should work on him. "Damon don't clean up your dirty clothes." The problem is that this guy is always one step ahead of me and will do a double reverse on me. *sigh*

A word of thanks

I wanted to say 'thank you' for the wonderful fudge! It disappeared rapidly. It tasted so good that the kids couldn't believe that "somebody actually made it." (I think they thought it was sent from the heavens.) Matt was away for work, so the kids and I decided that meant more fudge for us.

We are home from an exciting weekend away. Patrick's hockey team played in an international (ooooohhh aaaahhhh) tournament this past weekend. They didn't win any games, but Patrick looked great! And then after today's game he was awarded a special puck as the MVP! We are all so proud of him.

We all had a lot of fun hanging out with the players and their families at the rink and hotel (with a pool) this weekend and came home tired out. We aren't really looking forward to going back to work and school.

Behind those pretty ears

Kira woke up in the night after her birthday with croup. We used her inhalers and she started breathing easier so we went back to sleep. She was much better in the morning, but it returned again last night. This morning she was coughing a lot and started getting feverish (38 C or 100 F), so I rushed her over to the doctor's office. We waited there for an hour and her fever was up to 40 C (104 F) and she became very clingy and lethargic. The verdict was that she has a really bad ear infection in one ear. The doctor didn't rule out bronchitis, but we were already getting more inhalers for the croup and antibiotics for the ear infection anyway. Kira has also had diarrhea for a week now, which has left her with an awful diaper rash, so the doctor also prescribed some cream for that. Diarrhea, Respiratory infection, Ear Infection and a Diaper Rash. This poor girl is a mess.

I should have known when she asked for a cookie and took one bite and said, "I no like this Mommy." That's not the Kira I know.

It's still a bit early, but now I'm considering staying home with Kira (and Damon and Campbell) this weekend instead of going to Patrick's hockey tournament in the U.S.. I'm so tired of cancelling things because of sick kids.

On a related note, this clever ad made me laugh out loud today.

I'm not sure where I stand on this, I'm not cutting out ALL dairy from our diets yet, but I have never been one to push the kids to drink milk. Something about drinking milk that is made for 300 lb calves seems illogical to me.

Happy Birthday Princess!

Kira turned 2 today! We spent most of her birthday in the parts and service waiting room at our Ford dealership. It was special.

After our simple repair of the seat warmer turned into a major repair of the electrical system, they rented us a Dodge Caravan and we zipped off to the mall for a little bit of shopping and to get the one thing that Kira wanted.

Pretty ears! Daddy was away, so we had plans to take Patrick to hockey practice and then go out to dinner with Grandma-Sue. Patrick was home with a stomach bug and Campbell was green around the gills when I picked him up from school. I decided that I didn't want to waste money on meals that were likely to come right back up. So Grandma-Sue decided to bring cake and ginger ale to us. Kira opened her present.

A pretty charm bracelet and charm. See her pretty ears again!? She keeps wanting to admire them in the mirror.

I am sad that the day was hampered with illness and vehicle problems, but I hope all of your birthday wishes come true.

The 2006 New Years Resolution Generator

In the year 2006 I resolve to: Make as many people hate me as I possibly can. Get your resolution here

Along with many of the parents on our hockey team, I'm off to a rip-roaring start.

But seriously, my real new year's resolution is not to eat anymore oranges.

Gift tag fun

The boys got a kick out of these on their gifts on Christmas morning.

Here is Kira at Campbell's "Wild" Christmas party. She was not impressed with Santa, but happily accepted the bag of candy he gave her.


Here she is hanging out with her boyfriend. They are hilarious together. The other day, he was sick and wanted to be cuddled by his mommy. Kira didn't know why he was being picked up and cuddled, but she threw herself down on the floor and cried, "I fall down, pick me up too." Actress-in-training

A sad farewell to Uncle $andy

"Glenn Murray 'Sandy' McTavish, 83, of Shakespeare passed away in the Maples Home for Seniors, Tavistock on Saturday, December 31, 2005. He was born in North Easthope Township, Perth County on April 8, 1922, a son of the late Joseph and Jean (Taylor) McTavish. Sandy served as a pilot in the R.C.A.F. during World War II; he had been a salesperson for Rolland Paper; was a member of the Shakespeare Optimist Club; a member of the Exeter Memorial Branch #167 Royal Canadian Legion and the Stratford Saturday Noon Hour Club. He is survived by one brother, Grant McTavish of Mareeba, Queensland, Australia; two sisters-in-law, Lillian McTavish of Stratford, Dora McTavish of Exeter; several nieces and nephews and special friends, the Oldershaw family of Toronto. He will be expecially missed by Murray McTavish whose daily visit enabled him to remain independent. He was pre-deceased by two brothers, Donald McTavish and Gordon McTavish; his sister and brother-in-law, Isabel and Harry Darrel."

Uncle $andy was a wonderful man. He was a dear friend to my grandmother and grandfather and was considered part of our family. I think I was about 12 before I figured out that he wasn't actually a blood relative. For about 30 years, he welcomed my whole family to his farm every Thanksgiving weekend, and many of my childhood memories are of times spent there amongst his antiques playing kick the football in the tree, cards and sitting by the fire. His passion for old houses and antiques is probably what gave me the desire to buy our old house. I am sad that I didn't get to see him at my Aunt's house on Christmas day. I will remember his warm smile with fondness.

The Three 'C's

I hope that everybody had a very merry Christmas spent in good health and good cheer. It didn't exactly go that way for us.

My aunt says I'm working my way through the alphabet, but I got stuck on 'c'. 'C' for concussion, croup and chocolate.

Patrick was okay after his concussion. The next morning we asked him if his head hurt and he said, "It only hurts when I shake it like this."

Damon was still wheezy on Christmas eve morning, so he missed his hockey game. Kira was still wheezy too and very clingy. We went ahead and went to my sister's Christmas Eve gathering. Kira was not enjoying herself though, and the croupy bark started up. After she opened a red wool coat from us, she put it on and said, "I wanna go home now." She curled up on my shoulder and fell asleep. Soon she was running a fever. Once we got home, I started up the steamy shower and locked Damon, Kira and myself in the bathroom and started giving out doses of motrin, ventolin and flovent. Then Kira and I took Puck outside. The drugs, the steam and the cold night air did not help her. I am pretty laid-back about croup, because I have dealt with it so many times over the years with Patrick, but I was starting to panic. Finally, I gave her another dose of everything and she finally seemed to breathe a little easier so we went to bed.

Patrick woke up at 8 am ready to open stockings. We woke up the other boys, but didn't have the heart to wake up Kira, so we went down and opened stockings without her. The boys were happy with their stockings and raced upstairs to try out their toys and video games. I was feeling very tired and kind of sick myself, so I lay down on the couch while they played. Suddenly I realized that my shadow, Puck, was not with me. That's where the third "c" comes in. I went down to the living room and found the shredded remains of Matt's 1 lb Toblerone chocolate bar. I slammed him in his crate (mostly for his own protection - Matt is especially protective of his Toblerone bars at Christmas) and checked on the internet. I read a few different pages giving different levels before chocolate can become toxic. The consensus seemed to be that 1 lb of chocolate would not kill a 50 lb dog, but it could make him feel mighty sick. I used a syringe to give him hydrogen peroxide to try to induce vomiting in hopes that I might be able to get some of the chocolate out of his stomach and alleviate some of his discomfort. He stood there on the deck with foam coming out of his mouth, trying desperately to hang onto his chocolate. I put him in his crate, and let him out frequently. No signs or symptoms.

So back to Kira. She finally woke up and sounded horrible. Croupy, miserable and congested. At this point we decided that she needed to see a doctor and we would have to miss out on the gift exchange with my dad's family and Christmas dinner with Matt's family. I called a few walk-in clinics but none were open. Kira opened her stocking and presents in our bed. Matt took our gifts to my brother's house so that he could pass them along to my aunt's house. Meanwhile, I gave Kira more medication and put her into the shower. She fell asleep again soon after that and I made brunch for Matt and the boys. After brunch, Kira and I headed off to the ER.

After 5 hours there, we left no better off than when we arrived. The triage nurse took Kira's temperature by armpit and it was 98.4 F. I said I thought she felt warmer than that, but the nurse and eventually the doctor just ignored me. I tried to clarify the point that I was not bringing her to ER because of croup, I was bringing her because her croupiness and wheeziness was not reacting to steroid inhalers and steam, but nobody seemed to "hear" my concerns. By the time the doctor saw her, the barking cough had changed and was now a wet productive cough. The doctor looked at me like I was a moron. "That is no croupy cough, that sounds wet to me." Well yeah it sounds wet now, but trust me it wasn't so wet at 3 am last night and I'm guessing it won't be as wet tonight. She listened to her lungs and heard a rattle so she sent her for chest x-rays. They came back clear. So the doctor came in again to talk to us and when she touched Kira's hand she said, "oh she feels warm now" and sent the nurse in to take her temperature again. The nurse did a rectal temperature this time and it was 102.5 F. Oh wow, mom was right. The whole time we were there, Kira just lay on the bed like a rag doll, asking me to lie next to her and then trying to close my eyes with her little fingers. The doctor said she felt it was a virus and I should just continue with the motrin and inhalers and follow up with the family doctor. Ohh, I'll be following up with the family doctor all right and not because she said to! My mommy instincts tell me there is something more to this.

For now, I'm putting my money on 'b' for bronchitis.

We had submarine sandwiches for Christmas dinner and watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory together while Puck whined in his crate. Yesterday morning, when he was finally given free reign of the house again, the first thing Puck did was head straight for the dining room table. He jumped up on top of it and stole Kira's small Toblerone bar and swallowed it in one gulp. A day in solitary taught him nothing.

Kira was much better yesterday and was able to properly cough, so we had our Christmas dinner with Matt's parents. They spoiled all of us.

Matt is tired and having problems finding a good night's sleep, Patrick recovered fine from the concussion and his team is getting KILLED at a hockey tournament right now, Damon is slowly recovering from his virus, Campbell is fine and doing hockey school every day this week, Kira sounds like she is drowning with every cough and Puck has a stomach of steel. I'm treading water.

I've woken Patrick up once now and he was reactive. I was already up doing the old croup routine with Damon and Kira. This is a first for Kira and Damon hasn't had croup for an awfully long time. Kira's on my lap now.

Why am I not surprised that it is now Christmas Eve and I am dealing with a head injury and 2 croupy kids? I'm thinking that if I had all my shopping and wrapping finished already this would never have happened.

I should start taking wagers on Campbell.

They are home now. The ER was remarkably quick! The doctor believes that it is a concussion, but a mild one. His vision problems have cleared up. He sent home an information sheet on symptoms to watch for, and instructions on waking him through the night, and told him to take some Advil for the headache. He said that as for playing hockey again, we should play it by ear and if he has no further problems he can probably play in the tournament on the 27th. And he assured Matt that concussions aren't as bad as most people believe.

Agonizing

We are busy busy busy these days. We are finding it especially challenging to get all the shopping done in time. The kids didn't give us many suggestions this year so they have been hard to shop for.

Patrick's hockey team played a great game tonight and even though they lost, they weren't outplayed. They could easily beat this team next time. And Patrick played very well and even the one goal that was scored on his line he had played properly (forced the shot, didn't block the goalie's view).

However, during the third period, he started having problems with his vision. We aren't sure why, it could have been the elbow to his head during the second period, or it could have been sweat in his eyes. Either way, he went to check a guy into the boards and missed him buy a lot and hit the boards and hit his head. He skated away though and played another shift after that. After the game, his coach talked to Matt. Patrick's eyes were red, he was crying and had a headache. He said he had trouble seeing colours, but I think that he means that he is over-sensitive to light. On the way home we tried to assess him and all he kept saying was, "Can't I just go home and lie down? That's all I want to do." He showered and got into some comfortable clothes. He had no problems answering my stupid questions ("what is today?" "who are you?" etc) but his headache was not getting better and he was very sleepy, so we decided to take him to the hospital. Matt took him and I am sitting here waiting for him to call.

If it does turn out to be a concussion, this would be his first sport-related injury. So far he has been very lucky.

Puck turns one!

Today was a big day! Puck turned 1! He celebrated it amongst his adoring family.

Damon sat with him while Campbell brought in the "cake" (an end piece of Rollover). Kira gave him his gift (a brand new Kong). Patrick was certain that he was suddenly much more mature and not as hyper, because now he is an adult. Sure.

Now he is happily chewing his Kong, lying in his armchair while I type.

A year ago today, I was obsessively checking emails, feeling foolish that I was secretly hoping that MY puppy would be born that day, the same day as my old dog Maddie's birthday, feeling even more foolish that I was secretly hoping this would bring me some sort of psychic connection to MY puppy (I know, I have watched too many episodes of The Pet Psychic). But he is that puppy I was dreaming of. He is beautiful, loving, so smart and playful too. He plays hard and sleeps soundly, loves my kids and adores me.

Happy Birthday Bronte, True, and the other 7 beautiful puppies born that day!

overheard during gingerbread house decorating...

Campbell: Can somebody move? I can't get close enough to put this candy on.
Damon: I know, it's too crowded here.
Patrick: Well you guys had better get used to it. It's like that in this house.
Damon: What? too crowded?
Patrick: Yep.

I almost forgot this one.

Puck does NOT enjoy wearing the reindeer antlers, but he loves his red ruffle and wants it on all the time.  He likes wearing sweaters and jackets too.  I think it makes him feel special.

Christmas card rejects

I am trying to finish up my Christmas cards.  I have had a really difficult time choosing a photo this year.  I took many pictures, but not one of them jumped out as THE ONE.  But here are a few that I briefly considered.

Naughty or nice?


Happy Howlidays?



The stockings were hung but the chimney with care...


Silent night?

Kira-ism

Yesterday, as she helps me put away the clean cutlery, she was announcing "Here's a spoon mommy". She picked up a knife and I asked her "What is that called?" She looked at it and said "Here's a cut mommy." Makes sense to me.

When I GROW up (and up and up)

My local paper recommended this growth prediction program ---->here. They rely on extensive research to tell you how tall your child will grow to. It considers that some children are early bloomers and accounts for this. And if you are American, you can convert to inches here.

I'm guessing this is much more accurate than most growth predictor which say that my 4'10" 10 year old, Patrick will be 6'6". Sorry Patrick, but with a mom who's 5'7" and a dad who's 5'11", I think NOT! Besides, I was my full height by the time I was 11 and Matt was his full height at 13. It says he will be about 6'1". I really wanted to try a prediction for little Campbell, but I got an error message saying that the child needed to be at least 7 years old.

Do you like my new header? I was trying out a few things and Patrick added his own touch to it. LOL

My Big Boy is 10!

Patrick's birthday was on a Thursday this year.  So I picked up Patrick, his friend and Damon up from school and took 5 kids to the diner up the street from the school.  It was nice.  Then that night Patrick had a hockey practice, so I ordered pizzas for the hockey team.  The parents needed to have a meeting that night anyhow so the kids (including siblings) all ate pizza in the hallway with under the supervision of the coach.  They had a blast and I heard vague reports of a pepperoni fight.  Patrick didn't want to share his cake with his teammates, he wisely chose to have it at home with his brothers and sister. 

Last weekend we had a family party and celebrated my niece and nephew's birthdays along with Patrick's.  Here he is waiting to blow out his candles.


He really is a great kid.  He's a hard worker in school and sport.  And he is so kind and thoughtful.  I'm so proud of him.  Patrick, I hope your birthday was a happy one.