Saturday, August 18, 2012

New Year.

I ran Madeline and Noah up to their school last night to check out the teacher postings.  What a bust! Madeline doesn't know who her teacher is, and Noah's hasn't been hired yet.

I've got Noah pretty on board and excited with the thought of a "Mystery Teacher", hopefully Mystery Teacher doesn't let him down.  I need Mystery Teacher to totally live up to the mysterious personality I have set forth here. 

Madeline does not recognize the name of her teacher at all.  I suggested that maybe one of the teachers had a wedding over the summer.  And while she admits that one of the 4th grade teachers was going to marry, she's pretty certain that this is just a new mean boring teacher.  It can't possibly be a happy teacher that she is familiar with.  

But other than that, we're ready.  We are ready to take on fourth grade and second grade by storm!  I hope that the excitement lasts for them.  If we could get to Thanksgiving break still feeling this happy, open, and excited by school, I would call it a success. 


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Losing It.

I've been losing jewelry at an oddly fast rate lately.  It's rather alarming.

I have one particular ring which was a Christmas gift that I wear every day.  I have lost it twice now for extended periods of time.  Once it was found days later behind the couch.  And this most recent time, I find it in the dining room under the bistro table.  What?  Why? It's not an expensive ring, but it's one I like and wear almost daily. 

Last Tuesday I went on a bike ride and mowed the lawn.  During the lawn mowing I realized I was missing one earring.  I don't know which oh so strenuous activity caused the earring to jump to its death from my nice cushy ear lobe.  But it did.  And now it's gone.  Those earring were cute, simple, and classic. A gift from my mother for Gram sitting one year.  

Friday night we were watching the Olympics and I realized the back off one of my go to earrings was missing.  What is going on around these parts?? These earrings were a gift from Ernie and Sarah when I moved back to Ohio.  I've had them now almost seven years.  And since I had to start my jewelry collection over upon coming back they meant a lot.  I know, I know, just get another back. It's easy enough to do.  I just wanted to add it to my list because it's odd for this kind of thing to be happening to me so frequently. 

I guess it is a very good thing that I'm not the type of girl to beg for or to demand jewelry from Josh.  At this rate, if he delivered, I'd probably just lose it anyway.  

Friday, August 10, 2012

Taking Care.

Yesterday was a bit scary.  I found out early in the morning that Gram had had a bad night with severe scary head pains, and what she thought was the a weakness in her left side.  Stroke, of course, is what we all thought. (Well, I also thought aneurysm, but I'm a crazy person).  My mother was unable to leave work, but I did not have any trouble leaving.  So I went to her house by 10 in the morning, I think. 

Her doctor's office had  told her to go in for an emergency CAT scan right away.  So we did.  Yes, that Northeastern Ohio construction tried to foil us, and almost did, but we made it!  And if anyone ever needed a test of Gram's lucidity, that car ride was it!  She took me through back road after back road, avoided detours, knew where bridges were out.  It was a fun trip.  By the time the next barrier showed up we were already laughing our heads off and anticipating a new route anyway. That part was fun. 

Luckily the whole ordeal wasn't awful and wasn't too prolonged.  We were out of there with multiple tests run after three hours.  All tests were inconclusive and they're not sure about much.  But she's agreed to see her doctor today at 3:30 and do some tests as an outpatient so that's good. 

One highlight of the afternoon was as we were leaving, the ER doctor was talking to her about the importance of her keeping her appointment today with the regular doctor and Gram said, "I will doctor.  I promise.  Cross my heart and hope to die." Gram = all smiles as she's saying this.  ER Doc = eyes bulging out of his head and can't believe she uttered the word die in his ER.  It was pretty comical!

I was happy that I could be there.  I was glad to be the one there to help her.  And dare I say, I was a tiny bit glad that my mother was unable to come.  We did just fine - more than fine - Gram and I.  I was calm, helpful, repeated things that the doctor or nurses said to her when she couldn't hear. I helped with little things, like finding her med list in her purse, and I helped with big things like helping her make the decision to stay overnight when they though she was going to be admitted.  

I was proud of myself for holding it together and doing the right thing.  As hard as it was to see my beloved grandmother small and weak in a hospital bed, I was able to be there for her.  I was able to be there with calmness and love. 



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Wine and Laughter.

What starts in wine ends in laughter.  Isn't that what they say?  Isn't that a thing?

No?

Well, for me it was so this weekend.  What a great summer weekend.  Friday night, I was able to get away for a few hours by myself and meet some lovely friends at Vintage Ohio Which takes place at the Metro parks Farm Park.  Such a great fun way to spend an evening.  We're already planning our return outing next year.

Saturday the real crazy began.  Up very early to make a fruit salad and head to my mother's by 10.  We were celebrating, poolside, my birthday, Madeline's birthday, Ernie's birthday, ad well as Sarah & Ernie's anniversary.  It was a great time.  Great weather allowed us to swim and listen to music.  The kids and I had to pack it up early afternoon though because we had round one heading to our house.

When I arrived home, Josh was cleaning the pool and I got to work on the inside.  Everything was spic and span and ready for party central that our house became over the next two days by 4:00.  We had in our home the seven of us, plus Baby Seth and Baby Seth's father.  We had Josh's aunt and uncle and two kids.  His grand parents. His other aunt and uncle their two kids and their two grand kids.  Josh's brother also.  It was a full, loud, fun, crazy house. Swimming, eating, laughing, running, eating, so, so, so much eating.

Sunday was a replay of the whole things.  This time with more food! Sunday's party went on well into the evening.  I think my favorite part of the weekend may gave been Sunday night when I was standing in front of the house and I could hear hooting and screaming and whopping and laughter from the back of the house with kids and adults still in the pool. I looked at my phone.  The time was 9:23.  That made me smile.  That's what summer's about. 

To be standing in front of a house that has family inside.. To be standing in front of a house with a spacious backyard with a pool in the middle.  To be standing in front of a house with a pool behind it that has kids inside.  These are things that I will never get used to.  Things that will always make me smile.  I am a very fortunate girl.  

Josh's aunt commented yesterday that she thinks our house is the headquarters.  It is.  And as much as we may grumble or complain about that it's so nice to be the headquarters.  As much recovery time we need or quick cleaning we may need to do, we're happy to have a home where everyone feels welcome and comfortable.  I'm saying we, even though sometimes dear Joshua isn't as warm and fuzzy about our home being family central as I.  But I know he's proud.  I know he's happy that we can do this. 

I'm most happy to be involved in a family that wants to spend so much time with one another and has fun while we do.



Thursday, August 2, 2012

Moving Along.

The summer is moving quickly, briskly. and fantastically.
I have no complaints.  None that are actually valid anyway.

The time in Atlanta that I last wrote about was fantastic and successful.  It made me feel very good about myself and very happy with the work that I do.  We've already been asked to return next year.  I'm happy to know that the convention does not fall on the same crazy weekend next year.  We should be okay.

I'd like to say that everything went off without a hitch here while I was gone.  But that's not the truth.  Some people like to make slightly mounded piles of sand into humongous impassable permanent structures and talk and talk and talk about these great obstacles.  Complain to anyone who will listen?  Don't mind if I do.  Qualities I can't stand in my day to day life anyway.  Qualities that never make a person look admirable.  But, what's done is done as they say.  And I don't think anyone else even knew what was going on behind the scenes like I did.

Noah has completed softball for the season.  So much improvement from him and his team, but most of all just happiness from him.  He felt really happy to be a part of something.  I was so proud of him in so many ways.  We already cannot wait until next year!!

All the things I've enjoyed about summers past have been things that have made appearances this summer.  The swimming, the grilling, the late night TV time, the kids being relaxed and getting to be kids. This past month or so has been more busy than I can ever remember being, and I have had more things on my plate than even I am used too.  But I think I've suffered pretty much in silence and I think I've made it through. 

The baby is here and wonderful, so we've gotten through the planning phases of that.  We have one last round of company coming this weekend for a week, and at this point what's a few more bodies around? We're getting our mental ducks in a row for the upcoming school year, it's just a few weeks away.

And with those few weeks, I feel like right this second, we're in a good place.  I feel like this summer has counted and for all of the right reasons.  It had the potential to be hectic and over scheduled, and pretty lame. But we made it work.  I worked hard behind the scenes to make sure there was a summer.  I don't need a pat on the back - tired, tan, sticky kids, and falling into bed adults are exactly what tells me I've succeeded.