Well Dave got home, and I had big plans for the weekend: fixing up the backyard some more, getting the car's oil changed, walking boo-san; complete with big meal plans for the weekend: cauliflower and chicken curry with naan, grilled steaks with grilled veggies in a balsamic sauce, homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast before church on Sunday.
None of that happened. We did go to church and that was about it. On Thursday night at 9pm (just after OCF left our house) my throat started hurting. I chalked it up to allergies as that is a normal symptom for me. Well Friday morning at work, I had major chills, couldn't stop shaking, had an abysmal headache. I felt so horrible I left work early. (Consider that I work less than 4 hours each day, so I must have felt pretty awful to leave half way through.) I came home and found that I had a temperature of 102. Yikes. No wonder. Luckily, Doctor Dave was on duty and took care of me, which as my mom can attest, is no easy task since I am an awful patient.
By Saturday, my fever was gone. Sunday my throat was still killing me. So I went to the Immediate Care CLinic on base. I spent less than 45 seconds with the doctor who prescribed me antibiotics and - wait for it - IB Profin, the Navy standard issue drug. While I was less than satisfied with my visit, I swear within 2 hours of taking the antibiotics, I was feeling more like my self and less like Muppet the Ann, as Dave would call me due to my odd sounding voice as a result of my swollen throat.
So. Dave has today, Monday, off. And now we are going to do all those things I wanted to do in one day. First - homemade cinnamon rolls.
Pictures. to follow.
Monday, April 18
Wednesday, March 23
St. Patrick's Day
We hosted a church St. Paddy's day party at our house on the lucky day. Here are a few shots.
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| cute picture of Amy bearing gifts of green cupcakes |
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| all of the kids had to sing for their cupcakes |
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| some of the group inside |
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| I painted their nails |
Tuesday, March 8
Springtime is arriving in the Central Valley
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| Loves the camera. Tries to eat the lens. |
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| mini project - spray paint the wicker furniture. |
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| work in progress |
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| Plum tree blossoms. |
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| Nectarine tree blossom. |
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| humming bird feeder! |
Worth it.
Sometimes children say the darndest things. Sometimes children are so much wiser than their tender age.
I began working at a local elementary school about two months ago. I mainly interact with 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders. It's interesting to see what a seven-year old's world view is, what their concept of reality is. I have had many children ask: how old are you? are you married? do you have any kids?
The first two are easy. I don't mind sharing my age with seven and eight year olds - they have no concept of age and think 26 is old anyway. They are probably beginning to to place age and roles in boxes (ie -at 15 you are in high school, at 25 you are married with children). A good number of the children will respond, "My mom is 26, and she has thee kids." Good for her, kiddo, go for her... That's usually how I respond, too, "Well, that's cool."
About two weeks ago I had this same conversation with a first grader. And for some reason I just decided to tell her. I was interested to see how a seven year old would process the information. Here is how our conversation went:
"Ms. Wiggly, do you have a husband?"
"Yep."
"Do you have any kids?"
"... Well, I had a baby, but he died."
"Why?" (Duh, should have seen that coming..)
"Well, because he's waiting for me in heaven now."
"How big of a baby was he?"
"Just a tiny baby."
"That happened to my brother. My older brother died when he was just a tiny baby. He's waiting for me in heaven, too."
Gosh, it just made my day - my week - for several reasons.
1) She didn't cry.
2) She processed it well.
3) Something like this had happened to her family.
4) Most importantly, something like this had happened in her family before she was born and her parents made a conscious decision to tell their later daughter about her big brother.
5) She called him "my big brother." I love that she referred to him as a member of her family.
It was so refreshing to have told a student. Not that she remembered ten minutes later, but still. I had shared with a student and it hadn't backfired. If you'll recall, I have had some issues sharing about Noah with the wrong people in the past. She had not only taken it well, but had a story to share with me. It made me feel a little bit more normal, and it gave me hope. A tragedy had happened to her family, and while I do not know the details, her family (probably) grieved, still grieves, and continued to believe in having a family.
Because when it comes down to it, it's worth it: the terror of losing another child is worth it for the gain of having a child. Children are worth it.
I began working at a local elementary school about two months ago. I mainly interact with 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders. It's interesting to see what a seven-year old's world view is, what their concept of reality is. I have had many children ask: how old are you? are you married? do you have any kids?
The first two are easy. I don't mind sharing my age with seven and eight year olds - they have no concept of age and think 26 is old anyway. They are probably beginning to to place age and roles in boxes (ie -at 15 you are in high school, at 25 you are married with children). A good number of the children will respond, "My mom is 26, and she has thee kids." Good for her, kiddo, go for her... That's usually how I respond, too, "Well, that's cool."
About two weeks ago I had this same conversation with a first grader. And for some reason I just decided to tell her. I was interested to see how a seven year old would process the information. Here is how our conversation went:
"Ms. Wiggly, do you have a husband?"
"Yep."
"Do you have any kids?"
"... Well, I had a baby, but he died."
"Why?" (Duh, should have seen that coming..)
"Well, because he's waiting for me in heaven now."
"How big of a baby was he?"
"Just a tiny baby."
"That happened to my brother. My older brother died when he was just a tiny baby. He's waiting for me in heaven, too."
Gosh, it just made my day - my week - for several reasons.
1) She didn't cry.
2) She processed it well.
3) Something like this had happened to her family.
4) Most importantly, something like this had happened in her family before she was born and her parents made a conscious decision to tell their later daughter about her big brother.
5) She called him "my big brother." I love that she referred to him as a member of her family.
It was so refreshing to have told a student. Not that she remembered ten minutes later, but still. I had shared with a student and it hadn't backfired. If you'll recall, I have had some issues sharing about Noah with the wrong people in the past. She had not only taken it well, but had a story to share with me. It made me feel a little bit more normal, and it gave me hope. A tragedy had happened to her family, and while I do not know the details, her family (probably) grieved, still grieves, and continued to believe in having a family.
Because when it comes down to it, it's worth it: the terror of losing another child is worth it for the gain of having a child. Children are worth it.
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