Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sushi making party.

I was unexpectedly invited to a sushi making party today. I actually did not make any sushi myself, but I ate quite a bit of it.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Us.

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It was such a beautiful day today - I went running, biking and gardening. I try and get outside as often as I can, even when it is in our driveway. Get a little Vitamin D going.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Back to the pediatrician.

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We were back at the pediatrician's office today. Still searching for why Edda is GRUMPY BEAR in the early evening. We poked and prodded and chatted and discussed and really, we found nothing. Came up with no good reason that Edda is unhappy in the evenings. All I know is that I have no idea why she is unhappy. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it will someday just go away. I know, I live in the land of denial, it's what keeps me keeping on.

The past few nights, I have been super diligent about going to sleep before 10 pm. I had gradually let our bedtime slip to 11 pm, which is OK when I am sleeping until 6:30, but with the hot weather and my desire to run in the early morning hours, I've been getting up at 5 or 5:30am. Everything looks a lot bleaker when I have only 6 hours of sleep - things that were OK the week before suddenly look terrible and unsolvable. But now with a little more sleep, I feel like I can get a grip on things that are happening (well, at least not overreact to them).

Monday, July 23, 2012

New cast.

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Edda and her new cast. She is still grumpy in the evenings - the underlying grumpiness is not gone. We are still trying to figure it out. Appropriately, if you look close enough to the sticker that she got from the ortho - it says GRUMPY BEAR and boy are we grumpy.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Running!

I have been running. And running. I ran in last night's neighborhood 8K race. It's called the Twilight 8K because it starts at 8:45. It was drizzling and a cool 66 degrees out.  I was hemming and hawing whether or not to run, but in the end I decided that I had already paid and what the heck.  The race goes pretty much right next to our house, so Vince came out to cheer everyone on!

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Gave a high-5 to me as I ran past (far left of the photo is me). Ran it in just over 52 minutes - not too shabby.

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Friday, July 20, 2012

4000th post and 10th year!

So it's been exactly 10 years since I started this blog. Happy anniversary! And just coincidentally, it is also my 4000th post. Thank you for following along (all 10 of you!)- I have only one faithful comment-er (thank you Sherah), I have no idea who reads (I think all the grandparents still read, although I'm not entirely sure).  When I started, Blogger did not even exist yet, we had a clunky digital camera that ran out of batteries every 5 photos, I wrote my own HTML code. I know I'm not as faithful with posting everyday as I once was, but I don't think I do too shabby - I think I usually don't let more than a week go by without posting.  This blog is mainly for me.  To practice photographing, to practice writing and also a place to remember things about my life because I forget everything that I don't write down now.

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Jeremy and I celebrated the blog milestone by going to Ben and Jerry's last night and getting the cutest ice cream cake and then eating it all right there in the store. I'm glad we celebrated last night, because today, I did not have a super fun day.

We came home after our date night, Edda was asleep, Vince was awake. SeHyun mentioned that she thought something was wrong with Edda's arm, that it seemed to hurt her when she was getting her dressed in her pajamas. Since she was asleep, we decided to let her be, but this morning confirmed SeHyun's observations, so Edda and I spent the day in the ER, getting x-rayed and confirming that Edda's wrist is broken.

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Of course, no one can figure out when this happened, no falls reported at camp or at home. Maybe it's been like this all week and that is why she was pissed from 4-7 everyday? I have no idea. All I know is that I feel sick to my stomach that she was hurt and I didn't notice. It's been a long week. Anyways, it's a minor, simple break, should heal nicely. We got a temporary splint on today at the ER and will see the ortho on Monday for a cast.

See if you can spot the fracture. I could and I find it funny that in the X-ray room, I looked at the images and said "ah, it's broken" and the tech (who isn't really allowed to tell you any diagnosis) were like oh yeah, it is broken, but in the middle of that sentence, he changed directions and said, oh the doctor will let you know.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Summer watermelon.

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For many years now, I've avoided seeing tearjerker movies, I figure there is enough sadness in the world to go around, why see something that makes you sad on top of everything else that is going on in the world. Even though I avoid seeing tragedies on the big screen, I am somehow drawn to books that make me cry. A hypocrite? Maybe it's just easier to put down a book than leave a movie theater. I dunno. Today I sped through a book called Let's Take the Long Way Home - a book about a woman who loses her best friend to cancer. I read on the sly it while I was in statistics class - crying, crying while taking notes on probability.  

When I was giving the sermon on Sunday, I could see Edda in the way back, in her wheel chair and as I was not in my usual spot in in reference to her or even in reference to myself. I was not myself - I was somehow a stranger to myself while giving this little homily. Somehow I felt like I got an outsider's glimpse of what Edda is like - arms flailing, teeth grinding, needing a video to keep her preoccupied - it's not a pretty sight. It's not the beauty I see when I tuck her into bed at night, when I am close to her body and I caress her cheek, feel her snuggle up to me and watch her sigh contentedly into her slumber.

I feel the renewal of my grief for all of Edda's lost potential this year more than I've felt it in the last couple of years. I think it's the realization that if not for her disability, I would no longer need child care and all the stresses that go along with finding that care and the expense. We've had a three people in various positions leave Edda side (in mysterious, happy (although unexpectedly), and decidedly unhappy situations) and I feel like Edda is no longer easy be with - not only to find activities that she wants to engage in with others, but also just keeping her clean and safe and happy.  What does Edda want to do?  It's hard to say.  Edda's daily unhappiness (which is getting better I suppose) is, of course, compounding my anxiousness and sadness.
 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Worship Arts Team

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About a year ago, I was invited to be on the worship committee at church and I have to say, I was very flattered. I love our minister, Lynn, and it was a chance to be with her at least once a month in a small group setting. About once a month, I'm responsible for setting up the sound/lights/candles/glasses of water which I'm OK with because it's easy and non-confrontational.

The meetings for this group started in September and it slowly dawned on me that the main point of the Worship Arts Committee was to basically pick up the slack for the services (mainly during the summer) that the minister would generally miss. So in volunteering to be on this committee, I essentially volunteered to do a service which was a little bit more daunting than lighting candles.

So this past Sunday was my big debut. Of course, I had 2 months notice to do the ten-minute sermon, but nothing got written until the few days before Sunday. Jeremy and I spend almost all of Saturday writing and editing the service together. The sermon was about "Earth Centered Landscapes" and I talked about so much of my shared life with Jeremy and our families, all living in different places.

I wasn't sure I wanted Jeremy and the kids to come, I get a little embarrassed about these things sometimes. But in the end, everyone came and watched me give the sermon. Edda, in the midst of such an unhappy week for her, was relatively quiet and well behaved in the main sanctuary - although I have to say that during pauses and the silent meditation, I could hear her teeth grinding from all the way in the back of the room.

I had a partner - Cynthia - who was responsible for another 10 minute homily, so together we had a 20 minute sermon which is what the regular minister usually has prepared. We also put together all the hymns, readings and music. So nice!

Monday, July 16, 2012

Edda not well.

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Edda is still not well. I have been kind of a bad mom, just hoping that this was a phase that she was going through, maybe a stomach thing that would clear up on its own. But it ain't happening. Last night, Edda cried all through family Sunday night dinner - where everyone remarked how they've never seen Edda so unhappy. Today - she cried at camp all morning - they try really hard not to call the parents to come pick up a fussy kid, but Edda just wore them out.

I took her (finally) to the pediatrician, where her ear kind of looked a little red and her throat looked also a little red, but the strep test came back negative. But I think just to do something, we put her on a ten-day course of antibiotics (which I'm sure is not going to clear this up). We are going to see the dentist tomorrow to make sure her teeth look OK and not causing her pain either.

So it's been a little stressful around here - all of us feel sad looking at Edda being sad.

On a more cheerful note, Jeremy is growing out his beard. I keep saying he look like George Clooney ;)

Prince Edward Island, Canada

We just stopped at Bathurst, NB after visiting Prince ENdwarmd Island. I guess it is an agricultural plus fishing industry place. It is very scenic with a lot of small bays, harbors, etc. After drove back crossing the bridge again. Mom joked that majority of our daily allowance was spent on crossing this bridge - the toll of 44.25 Canadian dollar which has a ratio about one. Well, locals don't have discount either. Tomorrow, we will start driving westward until reaching Canadian Rockies. then we will start sightseeing again.

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This is the Lobster Capital of the World. Rena and I stayed there overnight and, of course, had Lobster for dinner. But, the scenery is definitely not like those at Bar Harbor, ME. In NB we drove by "New Maryland". We speculated it was the place that those Royalists moved here from Maryland. ? Today, we keep driving east-ward to Prince Edward Island and from there all the way to Canadian Rockies and beyond.

Friday, July 13, 2012

First kiss anniversary -

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Does anyone else celebrate this? The anniversary of their first kiss? 17 years today! In front of the Chemical Engineering building. Ah the romance. Totally ready for the next 17 sweetie.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Working on things that I don't usually work on.

I started my one class this week - on my way to finishing the prerequisites for nursing school one course at a time. Jeremy laughs at me and finds it funny that I don't try and petition my way out of some of these courses. Of course, I could start nursing school earlier, but I'm in no real rush.  I'm hoping to matriculate in the Spring of 2014 and then go for five years, so the finish date is 2019 which is a long time away.  For example, they wanted me to have a chemistry class within the past 5 years - it has been over 15 years since I've taken a chemistry class, but since I look at chemistry patents all day, every day, I will petition out of that particular class.

This summer I'm taking a statistics course which, of course, is all very familiar - but, you know, I can't do all the calculations without looking up the formulas and hunting around a little bit in my old math books.  Which counts (at least for me) not really knowing the math because I can't just whip it out on the back of a napkin.  Unfortunately, having gone to a high-powered college and graduate school, I just feel so stupid at math. I mean, if you take the whole general population, I'm probably up there in terms of math ability, but I did not end up going to school with the general population, I was going to school with people who were really, really, really good at math - so, you know, I'm a little self-conscious about my math ability. A little review (even with relatively simple math concepts) makes me feel good. Also, it just makes me feel good that math problems have only one right answer, which so rarely happens in real life where there are never any right answers.

I am also slated to give the service at church this Sunday. I'm a little nervous about the public speaking, but I'm trying to stretch myself a little in various directions. Below is a photo of the tree that was blocking the church's driveway last week.

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Back to normal. Whatever that means.

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Jeremy is eagerly anticipating his return to work tomorrow. After a week of chaperoning 12 ten-year-olds in the hot-hot sun which culminated in a back-yard camp out in which he had to watch his second summer action flick in three days (Transformers I) and no one went to sleep before 1 am and the ambient temperature never went below 85 degrees, Jeremy is ready to go back to work and relax in an air-conditioned office and work uninterrupted for 3-4 hours at a time and not have to slather on sunscreen (which he loathes). I told him that I hoped that he would fix this global warming thing in the next year or so because 100 degree weeks and freak hurricane force winds from the west (!) in DC are really cramping my style here.  I grew up here and we spent the summers without air conditioning both because my parents were very frugal and also because it was never so freaking hot!

Edda is still intensely unhappy in the afternoons and evenings. Well, maybe intense is not the right word. She is unusually unhappy. Of course, we have no idea what the problem is - we just fret about it a lot and look concerned. She is happiest (I kid you not) - strapped into her special needs potty chair in the tiny first floor bathroom watching Blue's Clues. We could show her the same video on the living room TV and she will just flip out. Why? I have no idea. Maybe she is tired of pacing the room? Maybe she thinks she needs some privacy? Maybe she just loves the tiny portable DVD player! Maybe she just likes hanging around with no pants on. Anyways, it just makes us feel guilty leaving her in the bathroom for 30-45 minutes at a time, but every time you peek in, she is laughing her head off and every time you pull her into the living room, she starts complaining and yelling and trying to find you to take a bite out of our tender love handles (which provide ample flesh for biting). I like not being bitten. Anyways, tonight we decided it might be reflux, so we are doing SOMETHING instead of doing NOTHING which feels good even though I don't think it will solve the problem.

So tomorrow both kids will be in camp, Jeremy is at work, I am at work. The temperatures will be in the 80s. Hopefully a quiet week.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Running.

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I have been running, running and running. Almost everyday since Memorial Day. I believe in love. And I believe in exercise. I'm not sure what else to believe in these days (OK, I believe in ice cream, but I think that is a form of love.)

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Edda and camp!

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We send Edda to Camp JCC during the summers. They have a great inclusion program in which Edda gets to participate with the typical kiddos and have fun. Vince goes too for most of the summer (except for the first session in which he was suppose to be camping), it's the only organized outside-of-the-house thing the two of them get to do together. I secretly wish that instead of school, Edda could go to camp all year. What's not to like about going on trips, singing and dancing all day and being in the pool everyday?

Edda is having kind of a rough week - some grumpiness I can't really pinpoint, not in the mornings - usually in the evenings. Appetite is still good and sleep is good too. I can't figure it out (maybe tooth pain?). Edda's counselor also noticed some grumpiness at camp the past few days, although I can't decide if it is just that Edda is pissed that it is 100 degrees and she has to be outside at least part of the day. Frankly, I expect Edda to be at least a little grumpy at camp where she doesn't have immediate access to videos/music/food, however, it's really unusual for Edda to stay grumpy in the evenings at home with her every whim taken care of. Edda had some poop issues at camp today and if there is anything worse than me cleaning a messy diaper - it is knowing that someone else has to do it. So not fun. I could tell from today's log in the daily diary that Sarah (Edda's high school aged one-on-one) had a tough day (she's the one driving the wheelchair in the above photo).

I have been obsessed with this song today - played it over and over again at work, keeps the patents rolling. For you easily offended, it has the word bulls**t in it like 17 million times, so be warned.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Power outage.

It has been a little hectic around here. Friday night, a strong storm system moved through the area and blew hurricane force winds for about 30 minutes. This is the sort of damage we saw in the area (this is just around the corner from our house):

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We lost power for only an hour, however, many of our neighbors are still without power today. It has been a long five days. So ever since Friday night, we've been kind of like a refugee camp here - lots of people (including my parents) sleeping in the beds - some neighbors brought over meat that was thawing in their melting fridge and we had an impromptu dinner party.  Lots of hot/tired/exasperated people in DC.

The storm also put a kink in our summer scheduling, Vince and Jeremy were to go to sleep away Cub Scout camp this week, but the power went down at the camp and there was extensive debris, so it was cancelled. Jeremy and the handful of other dads who took the week off have been trying valiantly to recreat cub scout camp here locally, because now you have twelve boys who have nothing to do all week. Jeremy (although exhausted) is enjoying his week off - he gets to hang with Vince and his pals AND sleep in his own air conditioned bed at night.

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