Playing with Cousin Dan
Originally uploaded by littleowl
Julien having a whole lot of fun with my cousin Dan during our trip up to NJ yesterday to celebrate my cousin Kris' graduation from PennState.
thursdays_child: (Owl: Frazzled)
( Jun. 9th, 2009 08:12 am)
First thing this morning. BA BOOM! CRASH! House shaking. Bright light flashing.

HUGE thunderstorm over the region came literally, RIGHT OVER THE HOUSE.


The house was shaking so hard.

Poor Vic was petrified to run out to the bus but he did do it, skipping down the drive in his little raincoat.

Julien hasn't budged on the other hand because he wouldn't freaking go to sleep last night.

We had a home visitor here for Vic and he just got ... hyper.

He finally crashed sometime around 3 I think.

Needless to say, I'm a little crispy around the edges, especially in the wake of yesterday's tummy problems.

Time to go to work though.

It's all toast and stuff for me today.
thursdays_child: (Misc: Run)
( May. 19th, 2009 01:11 pm)
Okay. 3.5 made me feel good.
The extra 2.2 miles ... not so much.

My knees feel numb and I'm footsore.

This is why I stopped to get a train pass on the way home so that I don't wind up short for catching the train again.

J's daycare has also offered to take him for early drop-offs without an extra fee. So Sabs may be able to start dropping him off again.
thursdays_child: (Misc: Run)
( May. 19th, 2009 10:23 am)
My leg muscles finally stopped twitching 20 minutes after I got home just now.
Julien decided to pitch a fit about going to school, so I put him in his room and in timeout for 10 minutes until he came out willing to get ready to go.

This meant though, that we were late for the train, so we walked to school and then I walked back because I didn't have a ticket.

3.5 miles, a full hour in transit. My muscles were twitching but it actually felt /good/.

I'm not ready to run it, but the nice brisk walk felt nice.

It helps that it's a beautiful day out today.

I did jog across the street in order to make the light, but at the weight I am the jogging really does hurt my knees. So. Brisk walking for now.

I like how it feels to be able to walk and walk fast. It's a powerful feeling.
thursdays_child: (Julien: Grin)
( Feb. 13th, 2009 03:27 pm)
Julien has been unwell so much since Thanksgiving that I can barely remember when he's actually been /ok/. I don't think he's been to school a whole week since Turkey day, starting with the scarlet fever, then a cold, then the flu, then strep throat and now a virus.

The poor kid is in bed with a high fever, cough, stuffy nose and an upset stomach. He threw up his medicine a little while ago and I had to break out the left over suppositories from when Vic had scarlet fever.

He's cranky and whiny and clingy and just miserable all around. And of course, I've got a really heavy workload for work this week and short on sleep myself from waking up to dose him when his fever spikes.

I really hope this poor kiddo gets well again soon.
thursdays_child: (Beth: Argh)
( Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:44 am)
So we're all just about recovered from that flu thing.

I have finally unboxed the humidifier and we now have cool mist vaporized water humidifying the bedroom at night and hopefully helping with bloody noses and pulmonary distress.

I am feeling tons better, with the soreness retreating from my eustachian tubes last and the congestion being done.

But Julien spiked a fever overnight and is coughing again and has vile green stuff flowing copiously from his nose.

Germs: hie thee hence and return not, I command thee!
thursdays_child: (Boys: Brotherly Hug)
( Jan. 14th, 2009 10:12 am)

Vic at 7mumble am - "No I don't want to go to school! I need a break! I'm running out of steam! I can't take it anymore!"

(He was /up/ in plenty of time since he went to sleep by 8:30pm, but he was refusing to get dressed/get on the bus, etc.)

Julien around the same time, with a fever of 102: "I'm not sick! No, no, no! I want to go to school! I don't want to stay at home. Please, Daddy, don't go! Take me to school!"

10:14am: "Mommy. I want to go to school. Is my school open? Please can I go to school?"

Vic should be home in about 2 hours and I'm pretty sure his mood is going to be poor indeed.

thursdays_child: (Misc: Dragon)
( Jan. 5th, 2009 08:37 am)
The string of off and on days off is over. The laundry is almost wrangled back into shape. Boxes that have been waiting for over a year to be unpacked have been so. The kids' gifts of warm clothing have been washed and folded and (mostly) stowed in dresser drawers or pressed into service first thing this morning.

What's normal anyway? )
thursdays_child: (Boys: Hug)
( Jan. 1st, 2009 03:52 pm)
As a special treat for today, we packed up both boys and took them to the movies. This was the first time that we'd taken Julien to a movie as well as Victor. Getting into the theater itself and then getting out again was probably the toughest part. Both kids were excited and bouncy and kept charging ahead in one direction, mindless of where we actually needed to go. It's sometimes not really a joke to say that trying to take kids somewhere is like herding cats.

Cut for some mild spoilers. )
thursdays_child: (Beth: Park)
( Dec. 31st, 2008 12:10 pm)
I'm working away here for another two hours and then the 'office' is closing early. The wind is blowing fit to beat the band and both kids are leaping around like manic little elves in the play room, still wearing their pajamas. Long story short, it's a bit of a chaotic day and I'm glad that I don't have to cook anything or plan for a party or get ready to go out.

I'm scanning receipts to load into the expense system for work, a final task for year-end and a follow-up on the big drive to get all of my timesheets and expenses in over the course of this month to support year-end accounting activity. It's not the most thrilling task in the world, but it has to get done and right now there's something almost soothing about the 'nrrrrrr' hum of the scanner as it swipes across each train stub that I put on the flatbed.

After work closes for the day, I'm planning a quick jaunt over to the CVS for celebratory ginger ale and chocolate. I should check with my parents too about whether or not they want to do anything/have us come over. Right now I'm just pretty happy with the idea of a low-key, quiet New Year's and some solid sleep time as well as a final push to get the house into shape.

It's all very prosaic today, nothing particularly exciting, but I hope that each and every one of you have a very, very happy New Year's Eve and that 2009 brings good things your way.

thursdays_child: (Julien: Chef Julien)
( Dec. 28th, 2008 08:57 pm)
Before the screaming me-me tantrum started about not wanting to get out of the bath, Julien and I had a fine old time making Bath Soup.

Mommy, help me cook this soup. )
thursdays_child: (Boys: Brotherly Hug)
( Dec. 25th, 2008 09:14 am)

Vic's Knights
Originally uploaded by littleowl
"I love Santa, I love Santa. And I so LOVE Christmas."

"I want to open my SECOND present!"
thursdays_child: (Vic: Goofy)
( Dec. 19th, 2008 08:32 am)
The truth about Victor, in the end, is that he is so much mine.

My boy )

Lyrics: So Much Mine, The Story )
thursdays_child: (Vic: Smile)
( Dec. 18th, 2008 03:49 pm)
I stepped out into the chilly, but not cold air, pulling on my coat to meet Victor at the steps as he came charging off the bus. "Back up a step! Back up a step!" he asked and patiently I backed up one to wait for him to come up the driveway. He told me about his day a little as he walked, then we stopped to empty the mailbox which was quite full.

As I pulled out coupon mailers and other junk, two red envelopes slipped out and I couldn't help the little grin that crossed my face. My grandmother always sends a little something by mail for us every year and there were the kids' cards today, each one with their names and the address typed on Gram's old typewriter. Gram was a secretary for twenty-five years, starting work when my grandfather divorced her when she was 60 and 'retiring' when she was 85. She still worked part-time sometimes, or went in to help out until about two years ago when she was 86.

Gram just had major surgery in October to remove an ovarian cyst and my mother took a leave of absence to take care of her. She's had some ups and downs since, though she is by and large recovered and just as chipper and feisty as ever. Still, I wasn't sure if she'd feel up to cards this year, so it's a happy thing to find those bright, holiday envelopes in the mail.

I opened Vic's for him and we sat and read the card and I told him all about who it was from. His face lit up with a smile for the nice words inside and for the green bill that meant he could go over to the store to pick out whatever he wanted.

Another chilly walk across the back yard and the parking lot and we stepped into CVS, walked down the glittering holiday aisle, stuffed full of cheap gifts, candy and seasonal decor. Vic didn't even hesitate and went straight for the remote controlled cars that he's been ogling for the last few weeks since they were put out on display. He picked out a shiny red one, of course and hugged the box to his chest, looking up at me with rosy cheeks and gleaming eyes.

A short trip around through other aisles led to a chocolate bar joining the car and I picked up some snacks and some more milk to re-plenish our dwindling supply. At the counter, Victor proudly stacked his purchases up on the counter and held his twenty out to the lady. "This is my money from my Nana!" he said loudly and beamed up at her. She talked to him about what he was buying and counted out his change carefully so he'd know how much it was. "I'm going to /save/ that," he said with a big shit-eating grin and couldn't help but laugh as I nodded. "Good idea to save up for something else." He's got a date with his piggy bank later to put that change away.

In the meantime, he's sitting on the floor with his car in his lap, still in the box until his dad gets home to help him put it together. Me, I'm enjoying chocolate with my feet up and hoping we get to drive up to see Nana so we can say thank you in person.
thursdays_child: (Dragon)
( Dec. 16th, 2008 09:19 am)
Standing out in the bluster this morning, I waited with hands in pockets with Julien beside me observing his big brother.
Saying good bye in the morning )
This entry was selected as a "Best of Holidailies" entry for Holidailies 2008. Thank you reader's panel!

It's 6:45am and the alarm is going off. Sabs is up and taking a shower and running the clothes through the dryer to warm them for the kids.

Day in the life ... )
thursdays_child: (Beth: Ice Cream)
( Dec. 14th, 2008 08:06 pm)
Since Vic started the TEACH program, even in such a short period of time as nearly a month, we've seen steady improvement in his behavior. Tonight we went over to my parents' house for dinner as we have almost every Saturday or Sunday since we moved here. For the first time though, it was a relatively smooth and stress-free experience.

Victor went over there earlier in the day with my mother and was apparently a joy to hang out with today. He dug holes in the garden with my dad and stayed outside playing for another fifteen to twenty minutes after Dad went in to warm up, for a total of an hour's playtime out of doors today. He also played board games and with the Playmobils that were my brothers' and overall was just well-behaved all day. When he did get upset he verbalized it, saying he was angry and apparently was able to be re-directed or worked things out for himself so he had no meltdowns.

He had a brief shrieking fit when he and Julien were about to race out the door after dinner when Julien started without him, but we managed to re-direct him on that too and the boys then charged outside merrily. Julien had a little meltdown about the flashlight which we managed to get him over too and then it was a scream-free ride home.

It's such a relief to have a happy Sunday dinner at last. Not only that, but we really had fun for the first time in ages, with Julien pumping up the radio to dance to "That's My Prerogative" and shaking his little three-year-old hips like he's had years of dance lessons. We even got Dad to stand up and boogie a little. It felt like old times, when we'd do that sometimes after dinner, everyone laughing and being silly and spinning around in the living room with something bouncy on the radio. There's also nothing quite like a tiny little kid shaking his money-maker and holding his hands in the air saying: "C'mawn Gamma! Geyup an' dance!"

I've felt down so much lately after a relatively difficult summer and fall. Today was a breath of renewed hope and optimism.
thursdays_child: (Dragon)
( Dec. 7th, 2008 02:30 pm)
In spite of the days off, in spite of the return to health in the kids, I just feel drained. It doesn't help that it's Day One of the Monthly Visit and am mildly anemic, or that Sabs had to work this weekend to make up for the unpaid sick days he took last week. I really, really have to finish up some work and have no oomph for it and just want the world to go away.
The kids are driving me nuts today )
thursdays_child: (Holidailies 2008)
( Dec. 7th, 2008 02:16 pm)
Cold winds swept in last night carrying with them swirling clouds of snow. The roads stayed clear, but for a light dusting of white, the flakes gleaming silver in the ambient glow of the streetlamps. Caught in the headlights as we drove home from my parents' house, the falling snow looked like long streamers of tinsel, flickering and turning in the night. Though it was cold, the surface of the roads was warm enough to melt most of the snow on contact, leaving puddles of black water here and there, a threat of sheet ice to come as the thermostat plunged in the hours after sunset.

Home again, we unloaded the kids into the back yard where they stood jumping around in the pink light cast by the tall lamp in the parking lot next door, trying to catch snowflakes and make snowballs. For the first time in two weeks, between the chilly weather and the scarlet fever, my boys willingly played outside. They charged into the house to get more layers of gear on, then turned around and charged out into the gathering layer of white on the grass.

I sat inside, comfortably warm with a cup of tea and listened to their cheerful whoops of delight as they tried to peg each other with loose handfuls of snow and challenged each other to make bigger balls out of the stuff.

There wasn't really enough to keep them captivated for too long, but when they came in their cheeks were rosy and their eyes alight with the adventure of this winter's first real snow.


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