Weekend Open Thread

It’s the weekend, y’all! And what a week I had. I went from celebrating my daughter’s birthday to running a half marathon with my BFF to enjoying a Lady Gaga concert to OH DEAR LORD MY HEAD HURTS LIKE HELL OH HAI THE LEFT SIDE OF MY FACE DOESN’T WORK AM I HAVING A STROKE?!

Turns out it’s Bell’s Palsy, which isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. But allow me to whine just a bit, won’t you? I am a control freak by nature. Not being able to control something as basic as MY FACE? Is a tad upsetting.

Also, I am having a hard time eating and drinking. That’s just cruel, amirite?

My face isn’t too crooked. I know this because my kids haven’t yet asked, “Mami, what’s wrong with your face?” I am taking serious medications, getting facial massages and generally trying to keep my (crooked) chin up  :lol:

In that spirit, let me share a “kids say the darndest things” moment:

Last week was our 15th wedding anniversary. The phone rang early on Thursday morning, as DH was dressing DS for the day. I answered at the same time DH did, and a woman’s voice said, “Hi, I’m calling from The Flowery, I have your flowers but can’t find…” At that point DH cut in and said, “Hon, hang up the phone!”

I hung up, thrilled and surprised that flowers were on the way! But I felt bad for DH, who sounded way annoyed by the phone call.

A minute later DS (who is not quite 3 years old) comes into my bedroom, his little brow furrowed with concern.

“Mami, the phone!” he says.

“What about the phone?” I reply.

“The f*cking lady! She ruined our surprise!”

Yeah, that was seriously the best laugh I have had in months. But I did reiterate to DH: no more cursing in front of the kids! LOL.

In any case, the flowers were beautiful: 15 roses for 15 years, plus my favorite stargazer lilies. Current health issues aside, this has been a hell of a great 10 days!

What’s on your mind? Any funny kid stories to share?

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  1. Not exactly *cute*, but M convinced us to let her pick up another dance class (hip hop which I”m not thrilled about). It starts this morning. Between the gymnastics situation (she’s stressed out over whether or not to change gyms, leading me to make the decision for her that she’s staying put), being hungry (because she just won’t eat), and the new dance class, we’ve had tears every single night this week.

    We’re supposed to leave for dance in 30 minutes. We shall see how this all plays out.

    H, on the other hand, has announced that “all that running around doesn’t look like any fun.” He’s recommitted himself to his 1-thing-at-a-time rule and he’s laying around in his pjs playing video gams. Smart boy.

    Hope you feel better soon Erika- and those flowers are beautiful!

    • Hope M loves her class, and is able to enjoy (rather than stress out). And good on H for recognizing that sometimes a morning in your pajamas is the best thing ever!

      • Yeah, she came out of it all smiles. Apparently her class is going to be the “Evil Forest Monsters” in the spring production and she’s all excited about it. She’ll go from that to Wedding Dove for her ballet class. (They’re doing Sleeping Beauty)

        She also rocked gymnastics today. Both her coach and the guy who runs the gym worked her really hard and she totally responded to the pressure. He sat her down at one point and said, “so…this 5 year plan?” and she lit up like a roman candle and filled him in on her plan. He nodded and said, “You know, the only one who can make you better is you. You know that, right?” I think it was sort of a moment for her- she seemed much more focused after that.

        H had the worst game of the year- coughing but wouldn’t come out until the coach made him. They played a really rough team (all grab and hack) and the officiating was awful. I was afraid someone would get hurt and I was right- H went down hard and popped a kid in the eye with his elbow. After that, they backed off a little when they defended him- but it wasn’t a great experience.

        Now we’re all going to nap- except DH who has decided to turn the extra room into an art/ design studio for the kids.

  2. Hope the Bell’s Palsy resolves itself and you are back to your perky, pointy eyebrow’d, pain-free self!

    Very sweet on the flowers and on DS’s understanding of the situation. A few years ago, DH decided I needed a new car. He is NOTNOTNOT a big gift giver or surprise-guy, but for some reason he decided to do this as a surprise and even brought the kids with him to pick it out – they all kept a surprise for a couple of weeks. Then, I got a call from our local Honda dealer asking some question about a car, and I said “ummmmm, I don’t think you were supposed to call me about this!” I couldn’t decide whether to tell DH that the car place ruined his surprise, but did eventually tell him about the call. He was so PO’d and even called the dealership to complain, because he’d been so clear with them that it was a gift. Still a great thought, though!

    And your flowers are so beautiful!! Congrats on 15 years – may you have many many more years of happiness!

  3. My “cute kid” story is more like a “omghesateen” – I don’t remember this with DD so much, but I am so struck by how DS is really a teen/pre-adult. He is thinking about stuff and developing his own opinions and discussing/arguing. As a younger kid, he was pretty quiet – probably over-shadowed by his super-smart and very talky sis. Now he has our attention, and tells us what he’s thinking.

    oh wait – I do have a cute kid story! My DS is not an athlete, and is sorta uncoordinated. We started OT this fall and it’s been amazing. Helps that she (OT) is young and sweet and cute – he’d climb Mt Everest if she asked him to. He can feel himself getting stronger (and she shows him the data on his progress). Then this winter, I encouraged (nagged? pushed? guilted?) him to sign up for the fitness/endurance club in afterschool clubs. Not a sport, I said, you’re competing against yourself, and it will enhance what you’re doing with Marie (OT). He did it, grudgingly, and now loves it. He comes home twice a week tired and sore and happy, and telling us all the stuff they do. Last night he said “I can feel the muscles in my arms getting stronger” as he flexed for me (awwww). Then he said “and I think I have Abs of Steel……if that steel is bendable and made out of putty” LOL If I could reach the top of his head, I would have kissed him there.

  4. Erika, I am so sorry your face is doing funky things. Hope that it clears up quickly!

    AND, Happy Anniversary! We’re coming up on 15 ourselves. Really, really doesn’t feel that long.

    My funny kid story comes from this morning. DS2 was making waffles and suddenly blurts out, “If New York City blew up they’d probably call it the Big Apple Fritter.” Such a weird little mind.

  5. We went out to sushi last night. Yum.

    I can never figure out if the creamy / cream cheese part of the menu is just for the Americans or if they do it that way in Japan. This place seemed pretty authentic – the cooks and waitresses were all Japanese and half the customers were speaking Japanese – so I wondered if that was normal in Japan or not.

      • Thanks. I googled it later that day and it sounds like it is for the Americans, and in fact they have sashimi there rather than sushi rolls anyway.

        • I think sushi rolls are also mostly a western interpretation of japanese food – sashimi and nigiri are more traditional, as far as sushi goes, if I remember correctly. Desert, especially dairy-based, doesn’t really fit into the diet.

  6. At 15 months, Clara is adorable pretty much all the time. It’s just a really cute stage right now. Her sweetest thing right now is when she says “tickle tickle tickle” and giggles as she tries to tickle people. I’m probably enjoying this time with her right now especially, as we missed this entire month with Lucy (she went into ICU on her 15 month birthday and was sedated and intubated for 3 weeks, and wasn’t discharged from the hospital until she was 16.5 months). It’s weird how very aware of that timeline I am as I interact with Clara these days.

  7. I have to tell you all how stunned I am by the effect neurofeedback has had on my elder son’s anxiety. He’s always been by nature a type-A stress case, but he’s also dealing with chronic pain, adolescence, and who knows what-all deep in his brain from being a transrace adoptee (however well adjusted he appears to be on that front). His anxiety was really bad this fall – freaking out over a missed homework or a chance of being late, needing everything to be in order around the house (yeah, not in this family), losing it over a discarded pair of his brother’s socks, and unable to fall asleep in his own room, always coming to a sleeping bag in our room.

    Anyway, we ended up finding a psychologist who does neurofeedback. I was highly skeptical – she didn’t exactly inspire confidence, and she didn’t seem to actually listen to us. For the first few sessions she treated him for dysregulated sleep instead of anxiety. (Actually for the second set of sessions – the first set was mostly technical difficulties as she tried to remember how her software worked.) This did nothing – he does have fatigue (a clinical symptom) that causes him to fall asleep during the day, but not really insomnia. I was ready to call it quits when she proposed that maybe the anxiety was causing the sleep problems, which is pretty much what I’d been insisting at the beginning of every session. So she moved an electrode.

    And then after maybe 4 sessions a switch flipped. Jan 3 she questioned me minutely about whether I’d seen improvement, but I couldn’t be sure – he did in fact seem better, but we’d just spend Christmas week on vacation at the grandparents, out of our normal routine and all sharing a guest room anyway. She told me that we’d reached the point where she expected results. And we had. He now sleeps soundly in his own room, never waking during the night, and hasn’t slept in our room once. A missed assignment for a doctor’s appointment was no big deal, he’ll just turn it in late. No constant stress and worry, no screaming at his brother over clutter.

    At this week’s session I expressed my surprise at how abrupt and complete this transformation was. She said, “I know when we started I told you it doesn’t work for everyone. But I myself have never seen it not work.”

  8. Just thought I’d update you all: we did get away (later than we planned, so no movies). We got dinner with our friend who shares DH’s birthday and her husband (whose bday is today), had lots of wine, and enjoyed our night away. Even the breakfast was great. We picked up the dog and the kids and now I have to make DH a birthday cake and figure out what’s for dinner… frankly I’m surprised I can walk.

  9. I make breakfast and dinner 7 days a week. Tonight I looked at DH and said, “You getting the kids dinner?” He’s doing it, so I should stay here, on the sofa, responding to Tweets at EduCon. Right? Shouldn’t feel guilty about it. Nope. I know I shouldn’t. But…

    • No! You should not feel AT ALL guilty.

      I do most dinners (prob 4-5 days/wk) but I sure don’t feel guilty when DH does a night here and there.

    • It wouldn’t ever occur to me to a) make breakfast and dinner for everyone 7x a week or b) feel guilty by asking my partner to take a shift.

      No guilt! You both work outside the home — both should be able to pass the baton to the other whenever necessary.

  10. Is anyone else noticing that the “recent comments” feature doesn’t seem to be working? I just updated the “no peeking” diary and it didn’t pop up.

  11. Mean Mom!! I made my kid SIT and eat breakfast at the table, with me, and talk! OMG, how will he survive????

    He slept past 10 (so I was done with my own breakfast), and came down, toasted a bagel, poured juice, and started to go back up to his bedroom. “Hey, S, come sit with me” calls out the meanest mother ever. So he trudged back to the dining room table and eats. He responded to each thing I said, but didn’t really perk up until I talked about Mythbusters. We don’t really have a “rule” about not eating in his room but, if I’m sitting right here, he should sit with me, amirite?

    Anyway, he recovered from the trauma, chatted with me about some things he learned on the episode of Mythbusters that he just watched, and THEN went back up to his comfy cave.

  12. Mean Mom!! I made my kid SIT and eat breakfast at the table, with me, and talk! OMG, how will he survive????

    He slept past 10 (so I was done with my own breakfast), and came down, toasted a bagel, poured juice, and started to go back up to his bedroom. “Hey, S, come sit with me” calls out the meanest mother ever. So he trudged back to the dining room table and eats. He responded to each thing I said, but didn’t really perk up until I talked about Mythbusters. We don’t really have a “rule” about not eating in his room but, if I’m sitting right here, he should sit with me, amirite?

    Anyway, he recovered from the trauma, chatted with me about some things he learned on the episode of Mythbusters that he just watched, and THEN went back up to his comfy cave.

  13. So. I wrote a post about this being the anniversary of my mom’s death, visiting the cemetery this weekend, and driving home in the sleet. And wordpress ate it.

    Annoyed.

  14. DS’s revelation from the weekend…..yelling at Mom about stupid math homework will not make her go away and leave you alone….it will only make her slow down and explain it again. ;-)

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