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Christmas for Your Brain

2011-12-06T12:05:00.000-08:00

Because I like mine and am all about finding ways to keep it as healthy and well fed as can be. And I am really excited by the fact that the internet is making all kinds of knowledge available to anyone. And I don't have to leave my house, which means I could be wearing my pajamas. Which I am not. But I could.

Shane has been on a brain stimulating kick lately. After a particularly good day at work, he came home so full of energy and ideas that I thought he was on something. Turns out he had had the opportunity to think all day, as opposed to sit through , as he calls them, soul-sucking meetings. He was on a roll and all evening was looking for opportunities to explore and expand his knowledge, of everything. His brain was churning out so many new things he could not sleep and finally had to get up and email himself a list so he could follow up on them the next day.

Which was great because it gave me the idea of getting him a little handheld voice recorder. He is incredibly difficult to surprise as he usually just gets what he wants on his own. So the next day I went out and got him one, and then put it in his shoes for St Nicholas day, today. He was pleased and I was pleased and now he can keep track of all his thoughts on his commutes or just before he falls asleep.

Shane was also very animated about a TED talk he watched on gameification. Not sure if that has a defined spelling or not, but the concept is that gaming is a new way of learning and ought to be treated as such. At first I thought the speaker was just trying to justify to his wife his propensity to stay up shooting zombies. But he did have some good points.

http://www.khanacademy.org/

A great website of mostly math and sciencey things. It used to be just a collection of videos, but now you can log in with a Facebook account and it keeps track of your progress, makes charts to show what you have done, what needs more work, how long you spent on it etc. We all have accounts, though the little ones are coming up against their reading levels holding them back. They spent around 4 hrs the first day, earning points by doing math problems or watching the videos. Cyprian got up to adding with negative numbers and double digit multiplication. I felt it was fine to abandon our usual math books for a few days. Ok, weeks.

A pilot study is being done using it in classrooms. It works for our classroom.

http://freerice.com/#/english-vocabulary/1446

A philanthropic vocabulary game. Again, you sign in with a Facebook account. You go through vocabulary quizzes. For each correct answer, you get 10 grains of rice added to your bowl. After 10 correct answers, they donate 100 grains of rice to charity.

http://www.coolmath-games.com/

This one does not need an account and at first look I though it was definitely a game site. Then I watched Cyprian try it out. It looked like he just needed to get the red ball in the red box. Simple. Then he figured out there was a series of events that needed to happen first. And then that was a correct order to the events. Which he quickly figured out. We have not spent as much time here as my brother-in-law just told me about it. But we'll look into all it has to offer.

http://www.ted.com/talks

Not a game. But very educational and entertaining talks by people all over the world on topics from cancer to writing, super string theory to gamification. Each lecture is around 20 min and usually is a spring board to more research and much conversation. If Shane is lucky he'll have the time to watch one with his lunch. Then he'll email to me to watch and we'll talk about it over dinner and whatever other topics it leads to. No shortage of brain stimulation here.

So these are places we've been frequenting lately. I love how the gaming and learning are coming together and am excited that my kids' definition of learning is not something that is static and boring, but engaging, entertaining and can be shared with the whole family.

Enjoy and Happy St Nicholas Day. Also, let me know of any other sites out there. They seem to popping up all the time.

Worst Dinner Ever- and I Made It!

2011-12-02T22:10:00.000-08:00

Looking over the rest of our Scotland trip pictures, I realized a lot of the pictures are of what we ate. Given the chef we had on the boat, it is not surprising. But just to off-set it I wanted to tell about tonight's dinner. Which was not a pretty picture. Hence no picture.

It has been cold lately and with the Christmas tree and lights up, I wanted to make something cozy. So I picked up a roast for dinner, which I thoughtfully browned and roasted to a nice rare 115 degrees. I made some mashed potatoes and roasted carrots and sweet potatoes to go with it. Then rounded it out with a butter lettuce, cranberry, feta salad.

After letting the meat rest, I went to carve it before calling everyone for dinner. My arm got tired so I got out the electric carving knife to help me out. Even then, it was still slow going and my arm was getting tired. The blood spattering that resulted made the kitchen look like a scene from Donnie Brasco and I wondered what was up? The meat was nice and rare and should not have given any trouble. I kept at it until it was all carved, then set the table.

At first, everyone was excited for dinner. Then we started eating. Shane got up after his first bite to relieve his mouth of what he had just put in it. Cyprian started complaining he could not cut his meat. So I helped him. Cyril started to say the same, then decided he would be brave and kept sawing away at his piece.

Shane got up to dispose of his second bite and finally, very nicely, hinted that the meat seemed a little difficult to cut. Or chew. Never mind swallowing.

I cut and ate some meat and found it extremely stringy and not at all amenable to being eaten. If I cut the bites small enough and mixed it in with mashed potatoes then washed it down with wine, it was somewhat edible.

After 30 min, Kateri said " I just swallowed my second bite". Cyril was still chewing. Audrey decided not to make a fuss and kept eating her mashed potatoes.

I suggested to the kids to cut the meat small and swallow it whole. It was faster.

I looked over at Shane and we both started laughing. I apologized for the meat, then tried to point out the good points of the meal.

'At least the potatoes were good', I offered.

'I do like mashed potatoes', he said 'with gravy. Otherwise it is just a big mouthful of starch.'

I hadn't made gravy.

'But the salad was tasty', I tried again.

Again, he countered. 'Some bites it was lots of cranberries and lots of cheese. And one tiny lettuce leaf. You can finish yours, but I don't want to see it.'

I started to go into hysterics realizing I had made the same salad four nights this week. I liked it. Apparently, he had just been suffering through it.

I looked at all the left overs and thought maybe we should put it out for the raccoons to eat. Shane said he did not want to wake up to a bunch of choked animals on our back porch, so I asked him to dispose of the evidence and drank some more wine.

He ended the meal by saying , " I appreciate everything you did for dinner tonight. Just don't do it again."

Next time, I will post some picutes of fabulous things we did chew and eat successfully. And the rest of our Scotland trip pictures.

Scotland Part I- Kilts and Scotch

2011-10-04T08:49:00.000-07:00

For this year's Oddyssey trip, Shane and I headed to Scotland to meet the boat. We were both curious to see how colder weather and not being able to jump in the water without insulation would affect the trip. It was difficult getting gear as winter clothing lines were not due out for a few more weeks. It felt odd buying hats and down jackets when we still had -hopefully-6 weeks of summer. I had never owned a wetsuit before but there is no way anyone would go in without one. So we ordered one and after the first suiting up I was so hot, sweaty, and claustraphobic I was afraid I might cut it off just to get out. But I kept practicing and getting slippery underthings to wear and by the time we left I could get it on, and off, all by myself. With my hood, booties, and gloves, - and the nice mask I finally found-I was ready and looking forward to finding the basking sharks.

But before we flew up to meet Discovery, we planned a few days in Edinburgh which was a great time. August is festival month there. We had wondered about planning any special excursions and considered renting a car to tour the countryside. But we were so busy and entertained by what was just outside out hotel I am glad we didn't.

One day we hiked up to Arthur's seat, which was very windy and had a beautiful view of the Firth of Forth. (I just like saying that.

Everywhere you went there were artists, musicians, and any kind of street entertainment you could think of. Walking down the street you would start to see a small crowd gathering. so you slow down and try to get a peek. Now the crowd is bigger and you have to strain to get a view of the next 15 min performance: A man juggling knives at the top of a 10 foot ladder. Others juggling chainsaws. A woman keeping hula hoops spinning on four different body parts simultaneously. While balancing on a small platform.

Our favorite performance was a smaller affair. And we ended up with front row seats. We had just walked out of a Starbuck's with coffees in hand and saw a young man lighting little fires on the road. It was dark and the flickering piles soon gathered a small crowd. All curious to see what kind of show it was going to be.

After lighting the fires, the performer took a long baton- I am sure there is a proper name for it- and lit the ends. He turned on his music and proceeded to amaze the audience with his mesmerizing, fiery, acrobatics.

We both agreed the boy from Spain had the best act of the festival and I felt lucky to have been there.

IN the evenings, you could find all kinds of comedy shows. Some were better advertised and sold tickets. Others, you read about on the flyers everyone seemed to be shoving at you. We followed up on one at a place called The Speakeasy. It didn't start until 11:30- or rather half eleven-so after dinner we headed there for drinks and the show. It was so nice to finally sit down and the comedians were pretty good.

We decided to take the Scotch Whiskey tour, where we were educated in the making of scotch and the differences in the four categories. I can't remember the names. I do remember the tastes. We sat down after the cozy moving half-barrel video tour to try the different kinds of scotch. The first one tasted a little soapy. The second a little like a soapy banana. I was interested in the third as it smelled very smoky. Ever smoked a soapy banana? The fourth one confirmed my suspicions. I don't like scotch. But I am glad we did the tour.

Next on our agenda was lunch at the Witchery,

A tour of the Castle,

A little more shopping, where Shane did buy a kilt.

And finally back to the hotel.

After three days we felt we had gotten a good taste of Edinburgh, were mostly adjusted to the time change, and ready to head off to Stromness to meet the boat.

Seasons

2011-09-13T09:48:00.000-07:00

It is definitely fall now. It came so suddenly I was caught without a jacket. Sunday was hot. We barbecued, played outside, had a bonfire and roasted marshmallows. Monday morning was cloudy and I wore jeans for the first time in weeks. And eventually a fleece jacket as well. It was a very strange transition. We only started summer the second week of August this year. It was hot, but the light was already had a slant to it, and when the wind blew yellow leaves fell through the trees. But we could still pretend it was summer. Until Monday. Now they are predicting rain and we're trying to get one last lawn care day in before the eternal swamp that is our backyard sets in.

We had a slower transition into our school year. We started by doing our end of the year tests which we were too busy, or absent, to get done earlier. Not the best timing as being out of school mode and test taking makes for a rough test day. But we got them done, got the results filed away, and on to the next year.

I was pleasantly surprised with the kids first day of away from home classes. Shane has always had issue with the impressions the term 'homeschooling' conjures up for some people. Mostly people that have not done it. Fortunately, when you home school, you can define it anyway you like. In the broadest sense, it means for us, we are overseeing all the details of our kids' education: picking and choosing each child's program. Deciding when, how, by whom, and at what pace according to each one's propensities, passions, and preferences. No, that does not mean if they don't like math they don't have to do it. But it does mean if they are better at story problems and mental math, and have a ton of energy, I am not going to chain them to a desk and make them write the multiplication chart 10 times. It is a bit of detective work figuring out who needs what. And you havie to adapt every teaching strategy for every child.

When Audrey was little, I thought I had it all figured out- I think most people make that mistake when they have a pleasantly tempered first born. Which is why we should all have at least two. Audrey could read when she was four. She loved books, writing, drawing and when math lessons started she could do read and do her lessons on her own. Piece of cake.

Enter Cyril. We tried reading/writing. Rather, we tried sitting in a chair for an extended period of time. 5 min tops. Still not a success. So I backed off and we waited 6 months and tried again. We waited another 6 months. Ans so it went until he was almost 8. I kept waiting for that 'thing' to click and everything would fall into place. It didn't. For years. And then it did not so much as click as me holding and hammering it in place. But eventually, he got it. But it was a difficult and tear-laden adventure and I still wonder how I could have, and can do, better in the future.

Kateri is unique as well. She loves to write, is eager to be able to read, but not so much that she will sit and write phonograms patiently. She wants instant results and each lesson asks, 'when are you going to teach me to read?' I have not told her there are 76 phonograms to get through.. I had been considering some kind of therapy for her, but I am finding isolating and practicing the correct forms for making each sound seems to improve her speaking. And I know to sit on her good hearing side and am happy I can work around that and make her lessons work for her.

Pippin, for now, is happy to ride his bike at break-neck speeds. Which, after our attempted bike ride around Barra, more on Scotland later, I am even more impressed by. We did try some phonics lessons, but I think I'll wait another few months. He is enjoying his swim lessons, picked up some knee-boarding and rock climbing skills this summer, and seems on his way to being a very physically adept boy. But he does love mental math and I am always impressed when he comes up with arithmetic problems and answers on his own.

But back to 'homeschooling'. My own definition has evolved over the years from' it means I have to do everything myself and as the parent I am the only one really qualified to do it' - yes, I realize how snobby that sounds- to 'someone else may have a lot to offer my kids and can do it better than I can'. Which is how we ended up taking art and drama classes at the nearby home school co-op. It was a no-brainer, when all my 'horses' looked like llamas, to find someone else to teach them. As for drama, I get enough of that already so am happy someone else can help them channel theirs, and then charge for tickets to see the results.

This year we added a writing class for Audrey and science for Cyril. As well as piano for them both. which I initially thought I would do myself. But not being a music major, or having a private studio and absolutely uninterrupted time, I was happy to hire someone else to do.

Our fist day was a huge success and I think we will make lots of progress this year. As I took the kids to their classes and showed them where they needed to go for their next class, leaving them to navigate while I took the little kids to the playground- or eventually back to the car when the rain starts-I had a feeling that we are entering another phase with them. That getting through the previous years has allowed them to get to where they are: more independent, self motivating, and capable. Much like when I watched them take their first steps, it felt like the next part of the journey. And it seemed appropriate that the temperatures are changing and I feel ready to move on. When the kids came out of their classes they were both beaming. Audrey says she wishes she could do writing class every day- it is just once a week- and Cyril talked non-stop all the way home telling me about his science class and how he made a new friend and the funny nicknames the teacher gives the rowdy kids and how they learned about surface tension and all the experiments they got to do and he can't wait for the next class. And then he went through it all again when Shane got home.

And Audrey, to whom I offered to be an escort to all her classes but she nonchalantly said, 'just give me the room numbers and I'll find them.' I think of her, not even able to order from a waiter and Cyril, crying every time he was away from us for years, and I started to really appreciate the space they/we are now in. Last night when turning off the lights, Cyril asked Shane if he could keep his on so he could finish the book he had started that afternoon. And I appreciated the teachers for the opportunities they are offering and the passion with which they do it and how wonderful it is to be able to give my kids an education they enjoy that doesn't kill their enthusiasm for knowledge but makes them excited and eager to learn more about life and the world.

Although I have not found a way to translate the same wonder and curiosity about the three sounds of A.

Too lazy to write

2011-07-12T11:56:00.000-07:00

But here are some pictures from the past couple of months:

Audrey and Cyril in Beauty and the Beast

Our first vist to get stitches. Pippin was the lucky winner. Bike helmets do not cover necks. Too bad.

Shane took some time off and we packed as much into 9 days as we could. We took a couple trips to Newport, and one to see the Redwoods.

At the aquarium in Crescent City, he kids got an opportunity to pet a shark. Cyril was in heaven.

We stopped in McMinnville to see the air museum. Pippin saw the plane and exclaimed,
" I know this plane. I flew it!" It is amazing the flasbacks you can get from playing Battlefield Vietnam.

Shane got to go kiting all day back at home.

Then he and Cyril took an overnight hike.

Then Monday came and the vacation was over.

Too Creepy To Not Share

2011-03-25T11:41:00.000-07:00

This was a video featured on WheelchairKamikaze's website. It shows how the fungus cordyceps acts on insects. The same fungus has been used for centuries in Chinese medicine, and more recently a derivative is used in Gilenya, the new oral MS medication, which I had decided already I am not interested in. And that was before I wondered if there might be a chance I could have mushrooms sprouting from my brain as a result. So far I am pretty sure there are no reports of such things, but the medical community can be very slow. Who knows.

Creamed Corn Brulee

2011-02-27T11:58:00.000-08:00

So after the last post about Austin, I started craving the corn brulee we'd had and researched some recipes. Basically they all called for the same basic ingredients: cream, sugar, corn, and egg. This one was similar to the Cooks Illustrated Creme Brulee, which was my favorite of the ones I tried. I was not disappointed, though I think I might cut down on the sugar in the custard next time.

This made 8 large- 10oz ramekins-brulees

2 ears corn kernels
2 Tablespoons butter
3 1/2 cups heavy cream
1 c whole milk
10 egg yolks
1 cup or less granulated sugar plus
coarse or granulated sugar for dusting tops

First, sautee 2 ears of corn kernels in some butter, until the kernels get golden and a little brown in places.

In a saucepan heat the milk, cream, and half the kernels - you can save the other half for dividing amongst the ramekins before you pour in the cream-egg mix. I decided not too and added all the kernels to the cream, but if you like more texture set them aside.Heat until just boiling, stirring constantly. I sped up this part by heating the milk and cream in the microwave until almost boiling, then adding it and the corn to a saucepan and returning to a boil. It also helps limit the chance of burning the cream. Remove from heat and let sit for 15 min.

While it sits, beat the sugar and the egg yolks until creamy. Gradually add the cream-corn mixture. The recipe called for pureeing the corn mixture before adding to the eggs. I forgot, and pureed the whole egg-cream-corn mix at once.

Set ramekins in large baking dish. Sprinkle kernels, if you saved them, into ramekins. Pour in the cream mixture. Add boiling waterta baking dish about 2/3 way up the side of ramekins and bake for 30 -40 min.

Mine cooked about 35 min or so. The center should still be a little jiggly. Cool, then cover with plastic wrap and set in fridge a couple hours so they can firm up. Remove and let sit uncovered for 30 min. Dust tops with a thin layer of sugar

Place under broiler until sugar it melted and carmel colored. Or for added fun, use a blow torch. I do have a small kitchen torch but was out of butane.

On our trip to Austin, I brought some books to read, as Shane would be working several days. I brought The SeaWolf, by Jack London. Which somehow I had managed not to have read before. My only regret was that I read another book first and did not start the SeaWolf until the last day. Then I was so engrossed I forgot lunch and didn't even notice when Shane pulled up to get me on the way to the airport. He was worried as I had told him I'd be waiting and had to park and go inside and look around. I was sitting just on the other side of a pillar, and being somewhere on the high seas between San Francisco and Japan, didn't hear the rumbling Mustang or my cell phone when he called. But at least I was very entertained for the plane trip home.

The wine was good, and luckily, did not anywhere near resemble the sailor swill that must have been passed around then. Though I'm not sure how much wine they would have taken. After I finished the book, a fellow passenger pointed out there was an article about Jack London in the inflight magazine. The character Wolf Larsen was actually based on a real captain Jack had sailed with.

Lone Star

2011-02-18T07:32:00.000-08:00

Shane had business trip to Austin in October, so we decided to extend it a couple days and take a little vacation. I found out what I was pretty sure I already knew. I really like Texas. I liked the geography, I liked the people, and it being October, I liked the weather. And Shane's family having come from there, I felt like we were exploring family history. Only, they were not from Austin. Matador was too far a drive. But we did see streets and towns with family surnames and I'd love to go and explore more. Someday. At dinner the first night, the waiter told us about some local wineries so the next morning we headed out to the Hill Country try them. Or as many as we could, which turned out to only be two.

This was at Woodrose Winery. It was our second stop and we were very pleased to also sample some meats and cheeses. This one would be so pretty at night with the trees all lit up, and if/when we go again we'll definitely re-visit.

This was Becker Vineyards. I loved all the wood. And the wine was good too. It tasted very much like Texas- big, meaty, and not so formal as to make you feel under-dressed. We got a couple bottles at both wineries. There were a lot more to visit, but they will also have to wait until next time.

We went to San Antonio for a day, walked along the river, and had lunch a little cafe.

One night we got to witness a bi storm, complete with thunder and lightning. The streets were all turned into rivers, with the wind pushing the water up the streets. It was very cozy.

But all the days were sunny and nice.

The last night we ate here. Just as we were coming out, the bats started their evening migration. We were told it is the biggest bat migration in the northern hemisphere. It was pretty amazing how the the long black ribbons just kept coming, and coming. We got to see them every night, but somehow, I never had my camera, until this night.

Not a very good picture, but it was the last opportunity we had so I was glad to at least get one.

Of course we visited the Alamo, which was neat, but sad.

And it wouldn't be a complete post without some tasty picture- really the tastiest eggs Benedict we've had. So far. But I'll have to do some more research to make sure. I did not get a picture and am going to work on copying the fabulous creamed corn brulee we had with dinner. Two times.

All in all, it was lovely trip, the only hiccup was when I realized as we pulled into the airport, that I had left the girls' gifts in the dresser drawer. Fortunately, other people plan for these things and when I called, the hotel said they'd FedEx them to the following day. We found some stand-ins at the airport, and the girls had a package to look forward to. So it worked out.

Still Here, Old Boy

2011-02-16T08:50:00.000-08:00

I love P.G. Wodehouse, which is where the title comes from. And since it has been awhile since I've updated, was happy to steal a title. This might get messy, but here's some of what we've been up to recently. I'll fill in the other months later.

This most recent weekend, we took a trip to see Great Grandma Mac to celebrate her 90th birthday. We actually missed her party by two days, but with us there, cousins and aunts and uncles dropping by, and Grandma Trudy's cooking, every day was a party. The kids were so sad to come home. It is pretty bad on our part, but I realized that was the first time Pippin had met Grandma Mac in person and the the kids were shocked to find they had cousins they'd never met. They all got along great and are begging to go back again soon. We will definitely will not wait so long the next time.

The pictures decided to arrange themselves, so in no particular order:

We got to have a power outage, which it always fun. What's better than eating Grandma Trudy's Chocolate cake with Chocolate Ganache? Eating it by candle light.

I'm representing Shane in this four generation picture.

This was supposed to be at the end, along with the recipe. We made this for a big dinner we had with friends and I have been craving and making it ever since. I didn't know kale could be so tasty, But I suppose when you add bacon and cheese with candied nuts, what wouldn't be tasty? Recipe is below.

Kateri was so excited to get Grandma Mac a present. Three actually. She gathered and wrapped them all by herself. She insisted there had to be a balloon. Which by this time, was small enough to be put in a box and wrapped.

Kale and Apple salad with bacon and pecans- and lots of other tasty stuff.

For the pecans- toast 2 cups nuts in a saute pan with 1/2 cup sugar, 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper and some butter. About 8 min on med heat, maybe less.

For the salad,
cook 8 slices bacon finely chopped until nice and crispy. Remove the bacon, saving the oil in the pan.
Mix about
1/4 cup of the oil with
1/4 cup white wine vinegar
2 tablespoon capers brine ( from a jar of capers)
3 Tablespoons maple syrup
some black pepper.

I put it all in jar with a lid and shake really well.

For the salad:

1 8 oz bunch kale, stems removed, leaves   finely shredded
1 large head radicchio, shredded- I leave this out sometimes and it's still good
3 Tablespoons snipped chives
1Tablespoon chopped tarragon - this part smells really amazing
2 granny smith apples cut into matchsticks

2 oz shaved pecorino

Toss everything but the cheese with the dressing. Or leave out the bacon and nuts as well to add at the end. Arrange cheese on top. I like to make a big batch of this without the dressing added. Kale keeps better than shredded lettuce. I love having it for lunch the next day. And the day after that. Then I have to go to the store for more provisions and I start the process all over.

Coming soon: a trip to Texas wine country- yes there is such a thing, I was shocked too
                       a trip to the snow where Kateri made snow angels, in her bathing suit
                       a few birthdays- kids and adults
                       a trip to Japan- Shane, not the family
                       and a few new house furnishing/rearranging

Merry Christmas!

2010-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:00

Ok, there is lots to be filled on from the past couple months that I've been AWOL. But now is not the time. Now is the time for an early Christmas prestent, in the form of a very funny blog. Just a heads up, Elaine and Gary are a ficticious couple with some rather ridiculous decorating tastes. Thanks to Tirzah, who informed me of the entertaining site. Enjoy!

http://catalogliving.net/

Going Dark

2010-09-28T12:07:00.000-07:00

Or whatever it is that Jack Bauer does on occassion. Or, I've come across some new and interesting reasearch and I might be consumed with tracking down articles and such and might not be updating things here as often as I'd like.
Surprisingly, this was all the result of my last dr visit and my eventual decision to not take any of the drugs right now. Except for the LDN. Reading a bit more of the risks and not feeling quite desperate enough to try them helped a bit too. As did the latest news story I read suggesting MS may have a very different cause than what all the drugs are predicated on. An MS Drug shirt would say "The immune system is evil and must be punished' or rather killed. My brother in law had a shirt with a similar saying only it was liver that needed punishing. It was a drinking shirt, needless to say. Well I like my liver and my immune system so I'm not taking either drug. And then this morning I read this article:
http://www.msra.org.au/australian-researchers-reveal-ms-not-myelin-disease
Which suggests the cascade of events leading up to demylenation may actually begin with astrocytic necrosis induced by anti-aquaporin-4 antibodies. And not necessarily the result of the immune system turning cannibalistic and eating all the myelin. The cannibal part sounds ok but astrocytic necrosis clearly wins the day in cool, freaky terms. So I'm going with that one. The recent findings, although there have been some similar Japanese studies earlier, was done by Dr Prineas, whom I've read about before. So I liked that.
Anyway, I might not update for the next couple days. Or shower. Or cook. Luckily the kids love and fight over the new vacuum cleaner so I know the rugs will get cleaned. And we'll get our schoolwork done too. But otherwise I think I'll be consumed with reading more about the new research. I'll get to see Dr M in November, and that will be fun. But it is a ways off. Especially when I have something exciting I want to discuss. Or maybe I'll hire Audrey to keep things up to date here. I think that's what I'll do.

Gilenya or Tysabri? Decisions, Decisions

2010-09-23T18:29:00.000-07:00

And no. Those are not names for future little Pattons. Although I could see a TV series 'Gelenya, Princess Warrior' being a big hit. Actually, those are the names of the two drugs I am supposed to choose between. So says my neurologist. I had a different kind of visit this time and I can't quite put my finger on why, but it was not very satisfying or inspiring. Maybe it was the fact that I wore my PJ's. Maybe it was just that time of the month. Or maybe it was the vegan cookie I ate for breakfast.
The morning started a little crazy when I called to confirm my MRI appt, as they had not called me the day before. As is their cutsom. To call, that is. Anyway, I did indeed have a 9:30 appt, but they were super booked as one of the machines had not been working the day before and they were trying to fit everyone in. The tubes are not that big and it was creating quite a back up. The receptionist asked how quickly I could get there.
I said 15 min. without traffic. But it was 8:00. So there was bound to be traffic. And I was still in my jammies.
'That's fine. We'll put you in scrubs when you get here. Just hurry.'
Jammies are well suited for MRIs as there are no magnetic fasteners to interfere. So I took a quick shower, had a sip of coffee, packed a change of clothes, and arrived in my pink flannel pants and t-shirt. There was traffic. So I cheated, never mind how, and got there in about 15 min.
They had the nice warm blanket ready for me and nobody gave me funny looks for my unbrushed hair or my PJs.
I chatted with the technician as he put the IV in. He asked how my MS was doing. I didn't know he knew. I suppose it said on the order somewhere. I told him I didn't know. I guess we'd find out. His cousin was diagnosed with MS a month ago. And is in a wheelchair already. I felt a little sheepish being able to hop on and off the MRI bed no problem. Especially as it has been about 19 yrs.
Afterwards I got dressed and found a comb in my purse. So my hair looked bettter. Not stellar. But better. I wasn't meeting Dr M for two hours, so I headed to Trader Joes for some snacks, then to Tully's for coffee and perusing of the WSJ, which I had had the presence of mind to pick up on the way down the driveway. Then I worked on my list of discussion points before heading up 30 min early to see Dr M.
The receptionist told me they could not find my appt- I had called them before I left to confirm as well-but that they got the MRI report and he could see me right then. So he did. I was a little disappointed as well that he didn't run the usual battery of tests. I had specially chosen my shoes to facilitate the walking heel to toe one. Also, last time, the nurse informed me that looking at your feet makes that one more difficult. So, if you ever need to, just look straight ahead.
I think maybe he was a little crunched for time, and that my have influenced the feel of the visit. Or maybe he was having a bad day. Or maybe it was any of the above listed reasons. I don't know. The long. or rather short of it is he saw some persistent black holes on the scans- they were there in April-he does not put much stock in the 'diet as therapy' approach, so I decided to stop giving up dairy, and he'd like me to go on one of the stronger medications. Hence the fancy post title.
I did tell him that the left side of my face has felt a tiny bit odd. He said that was the side he was inspecting last visit. And my throat has not gotten better. Actually, I'm not sure about that entirely. I think it may have a little. But then again, I could just be used to it. He said relapses usually last up to 6 weeks. Longer than that and its probably a permanent thing. He also reiterated that 90% of people go progressive in the first 20 yrs. After which, none of the medications can help. Of course there is that other 10% . But he expressed that he felt my case warranted some second line medication. He gave me my options and two months to think about it. Unless I decide sooner and call to tell him so.
I'm not thrilled about either option. Gilenya, sweet as it sounds, lowers your heart rate- you take your first dose at the hospital where they monitor you for 6 hrs. Then you take your colored pills and go home to try it on your own. It has nice side dishes of skin cancer, pulmonary issues- shortness of breath, coughing, pneumonia- edema in some part of your eye, which can lead to blindness, increased risk of infections, and there have been two deaths. Something about chicken pox. Which I had already, so that makes me safe. I think. Originally it was called 'fingolimod' and is somehow derived from a chinese fungus.
Tysabri was well publicized a few years ago and pulled from the market as there were deaths caused by PML, a nasty brain infection. They think, now, that they can limit your chances of death by more monitoring.' Oh look. We were monitoring him. And now he's dead.' That last bit sounds a lot funnier if you read it with a British accent. Try it. That's how I wrote it, and I thought it was funny. I was actually wondering the other day why it is that the Brits are so darn funny. And I don't think it's just the accent. They just really are a funny lot.
OK so they don't just monitor you, they can seemingly treat you if they catch it early enough. And they try to limit the time you are on the drug as every bit past 2 yrs or so increases your chances for death. So you sometimes take 'holidays' for a few months. But who knows what accumulated use might do to you. It has not been around that long. But is has been around longer than Gilenya and is just a monthly infusion so not that big of a bother. Granted you're not killed by it. So actually I feel a little leaning towards it. I don't know what hell hole it was discovered in. I'm pretty sure there were no chinese herbs, fungus, mice, or spam involved. But I really don't know the secret recipe. It also has risk of other more benign infections as well.
There is a third drug I'm interested in 'laquinomod' but it won't be available til late next year, given it doesn't kill off all its trial participants. So I could pick one for now and maybe switch later. It's really difficult to choose. Pick your poison is definitely how it feels. But I have some time to research and sort it out for now. And I'll be having half and half and butter or whatever else suits my fancy while I deliberate.

Care Package

2010-08-21T09:08:00.000-07:00

Shane showed up from work yesterday, generally he calls first to let me know he's on his way. But he just showed up so it seemed like a really good surprise. And then he further surprised me with this care package.

He definitely knows the way to my heart.

They were still beautiful and fresh looking this morning. Probably because they stayed nice and cool. The weather is feeling very fallish and I think soup weather is not far off. Which is ridiculous.

After teh big kids cleaned the kitchen last night, I found someone had set up and was planning to make hashbrowns for breakfast.

Complete with a set table for the four kids. Note the stack of books by Audrey's plate.That would probably be enough to get her through breakfast.

When I went to say good night to the kids and praise them for their good work on the kitchen, it was really sparkling, I asked who had done the breakfast prep, thinking it was Cyril as he loves hashbrowns. Turns out they didn't know about it. It was Kateri. Who also had her morning outfit picked out and folded next to her bed. I could really learn a lot from this girl. I hear her shredding the potatoes right now. I'm thinking I'll just hand over the management of the house to her this year.

The Last HairBender

2010-08-17T22:54:00.000-07:00

Shane took us to dinner and a movie last week. The movie was The Last Air Bender, which, for not being all that great, had me captivated for a good spell. Actually, it was Kateri that was captivating. I noticed her moving around a lot, and when I turned to see what she was doing, found she was moving her arms in graceful arcs and spirals, like she was giving some sort of benediction to the empty seat in front of us- I guess the other viewers read the reviews first. Which was unfortunate, because Kateri was quite the show.

She sat, eyes intent on the screen, watching every move the 'benders' were making to contort the water to their wills. She mimiced every sweep and wave, and then some, adding a flourish here and there. Personally, I thought hers was better. I motioned to Shane and we both sat, mesmerized by her actions. Suddenly, it was the best movie ever.

I was thrilled when we went to the beach later, and she tried her bending skills on the Puget Sound. It doesn't show in the picture, but she was able to conjure up a bowling ball sized orb. She had her back to me, so I couldn't really see it either, but she was happy and excited to find out that she was a water bender.

She has decided to take a year off from her dancing career. A move I whole heartedly endorsed. I was not at all pleased with some of the 'older girls' numbers at the last recital. But I am seriously considering putting her in a tai chi class. It might slow down her realization that she is a 'will bender' as well. A power I think she is not at all ready to take on. And I would love to watch the practices.

Home Again, Home Again

2010-08-16T14:18:00.000-07:00

This past week was very busy with just little amounts of time un pack, pack, and leavea again. Right now I am attacking the mountain of dirty laundry that has piled up, but don't think I'll get to the summit today as I'm running out of detergent and its way too hot to drag the kids to the store.

Speaking of hot, Shane and I got to take a vacation to Portland this week end, where it was in the 90s. And we were at an outdoor concert. But it was so worth it and luckily there was a breeze most of the time. And when there wasn't, I used my paper plate for a fan.
And because it is hot here too, I'm going to have to tell most of our week end in pictures.

Xavier Rudd was first. It was fun to see him again, though he only got to play 5 or so songs, and not any of my favorites from his latest album. But it was still neat.

Rodrigo and Gabriela were amazing. And afterwards we got to shake hands with both of them. I felt the front row ticke price was totally worth it. They were really fun and incredible musicians. I felt really inspired and have since learned how to play a C major chord on a ukelele.

Before the concert we wandered around the grounds.

Sat in the cool tasting room,

and tried to stay in the shade when possible.

After the concert we were on a high. Not that kind, but form the smell of the air I think others were. So we stopped in at one of the bars,

For mojitos,

and broiled figs with cheese and balsamic.

When traffic cleared, we headed back to the hotel. And still not being tired, we sat in the bar and had a drink and several tasty appetizers. Then finally feeling satisfied, we braved the "Elevator of Death" to get to our room.

The elevator had this super annoying and surprising habit of shutting two seconds after it had opened. Shane had a close call but after that we were always careful evaccuate as quickly as possible and there was no further injury.

And here is the watermelon and feta salad which I'd been dreaming about since our last stay at the Governor a year ago. I think they changed the dressing on the frisee, but it was still amazing and we got to have it twice.

But before all this went down, the whole family went to Lake Wenatchee for a reunion and memorial and getting to know cousins. But, since it is so warm, I'll have to save that one for tomorrow. And I think the dryer is about done.

Just Checking In

2010-07-28T14:24:00.000-07:00

I got to see Dr M today. Unlike dentist appointments and shots, I always look forward to visiting with Dr M. I didn't have too many wild and crazy theories to discuss today. Mostly it was just to do a three month check up of being on the LDN. He said I could stay on it for now and we'd see if the MRI in Sept indicates a need for something more drastic. And then I'll probably say no. As usual I aced all the little tests. I think. The walking heel to toe was sort of off, but I had flip flops on. Once I took them off it was fine. My legs were a little sore and stiff from working out yesterday so my gait might have been a little off. I explained it though. My weight was a little up from last time. I think it is probably just due to the time of the month. I didn't explain that.

Then he had me do the close your eyes, put your arms out, touch your nose. I assured him I had not been drinking. Then he looked at my face. Intently. I started to feel a little under the microscope. Did I forget to wash my face? What had I eaten for breakfast? He told me to close my eyes. I couldn't help peeking just so I could see his expression. Which didn't give anything away. He told me to smile. Finally, satisfied, he said,

"Ok. You can relax and have a seat."

I asked what he had seen or was looking for.

"Oh, it was nothing."

I asked what the 'nothing' was.

He talked about seeing things that might seem off or clues to somthing bigger. Like a person with one scuffed shoe, who obviously drags that foot and other things a detective would notice. Finally he told me it seemed one side of my mouth seemed more expressive than the other. But upon closer inspection, it was 'nothing'. I still felt self conscious everytime I smiled and I've been checking in the mirror since I got home. Nothing.

So that was all good and I'll get to see him again in two months and I can stick with the LDN. So I'm happy.

On another note, this is the wine chosen for a recent wedding. It was only $4.99 at Trader Joe's and its pretty tasty. I stopped to pick up some more after the doctor visit but the Kirkland one was out and the wine guy told me the distributor is out as well. So if you find yourself at Trader Joe's you might want to pick some up, if you can. The Redmond one still has some. I haven't checked the other local stores.

Shane came up with a fun activity for the kids and asked me to get some mini marshmallows and tooth picks at the store. This is Cyril's creation.

This is Cyril's creation on fire. No questions.

And that's life at the moment. Sticky, sweet, and on fire. Not sure how that really fits this moment. But, oh well. There it is.

It's that time of year again

2010-07-26T19:42:00.000-07:00

Guess who is going to have a birthday?

Kateri has been planning her birthday pretty much since the day after her last birthday. She has invited anyone and everyone, even though she has not decided where the party is actually going to be. Our house or Grandma and Grandpa's. She decided she wanted me to take her shopping. I had to run to the drug store so she came along and I told her she could pick something. She picked out a little travel toothbrush with a bright pink case and tube of toothpaste. I know. I got off easy.

Then she decided Grandma could take her shopping too. So yesterday, Grandma had some time and took her shopping and out to dinner. She came home with a royal wardrobe and lots of trimmings and trappings for the big day. And of course, she will assist Grandma in making the Giant Pink Princess Castle. Just like last year. Because Grandma doesn't get enough practice making big cakes. (That is a big joke around here. I can't even count the wedding cakes she's done so far this year.)

Anyway, these are a few of her new outfits.

She had decided to wear this one to the party, as it is the most "princess" looking dress.

This has leggings too, but she decided the shirt could double as a dress. She was really excited to get tennis shoes, and today wore them jogging around the neighborhood. In 80 degree weather. But what good is a new pair of shoes if you can't show them off?

I thought this little skort and top were pretty cute on her. Oh, and she picked out some royal jewelry too. And if you can't decide which one to wear, wear them all!

There are other clothes, but three outfits seemed enough for one day. Oh, wait. She did wear her new Tinker Bell PJs to bed. So I guess that makes four.

She really has grown. I think her heighth is trying to catch up to her maturity level. Last Friday she almost single handedly took care of Matteas overnight. I drew the line at changing his dirty diaper. She was very put out. But she made him bottles, nachos, snacks, and snuggled him to sleep in her bed. He woke up in the night so I put him in our bed. Kateri said,"Finally, I can get some sleep."

The next day she was so worn out she took a 2 hr nap. After the cousins had left she was forlorn and didn't know what to do with herself. She came into the room and asked, mournfully,

"When can I get my own baby?"

Whenever that day comes, at least I know she can handle it.

Welcom to Our Poo_

2010-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00

Well it's cold, and it's July here
And the back yard smells like poop.
Its kind of a drag to think about,
This might be the best this summer gets.

A couple weeks ago, the kids convinced me it was a good time to get a swimming pool. There were hot days coming and the run on pools had not happened yet, so I agreed and we headed to Plastics 'R' Us, whick was still pretty well stocked. Of course that only makes it more difficult to choose, having more than one to choose from. I was thinking the little inflatable one or two ring pool would still work for them. They reminded me that there are FOUR of them and they wanted to get more than their toes wet so we started looking at the larger pools. A lot larger.

They liked the floating rim one. I envisioned a kid getting stuck under the floating rim. They liked the four ft tall one, I envisioned being paged for heavy lifting everytime the younger ones wanted in or out. We finally settled on the 3 ft tall x 12 ft diameter pool. Then I thought I should double check with Shane and ask how much lawn we were willing to give up. He pointed out we we don't have much lawn, mostly clover and dandelions and he didn't care how much of it we drowned. The other 'feature' of our yard is that it is mostly clay with a clover veneer. So it doesn't drain much. Or at all. We decided we could turn the left side into a swamp, so I hauled out the huge box, plopped it in the car and away we went.

With the two big kids helping, set up was pretty quick. Filling it up, no so fast. But eventually it was enough for them to splash and swim in and they spent the rest of the day in it. And the next. Then we headed down to the property so we had to drain it. At first the almost 2,000 gallon capacity seemed cool and luxurious. But when you go to drain it, its kind of a pain. Luckily it has an attachment for a hose so at least we could spread it around.

Well, it has been too cold since and we have not filled the pool again. There was one warm week-end, but we were away. Apparently it got very warm. It was at least hot enough to give one of our little lizards heat stroke. At least that was our guess when we found her sunken-eyed and super stinky the next morning. I got to use one of my snowman cookie boxes again. Our back woods now houses a pet cemetery and it is hard to not step on hallowed ground, which Cyril gets very offended by. I guess we should build a fence around the graves.

But back to the other offending odor. We decided we should move the pool, since it was drained, and maybe give the clover a chance. It looks ok when it is mowed. So last night we flipped it over on its back side, its 10 metal legs all sticking up in the air like a dead animal. And from the deceased clover patch came a stench, much like a dead animal. There was no safe place in the yard so we rereated into the house gagging and laughing. We suddenly remembered the summer before when we had just done the same for our old pool, thus releasing the toxic smell into the air making our back yard off limits for at least a week. Then that night, our neighbors decided to have a big party in their back yard. They have dogs so we could just imagine what all the guests would be sure they had just stepped in all evening.

But lucky for them, this is no summer party weather we've been having. If it lasts a week, we might be get away with it. Its still pretty ripe this morning, I had to take the garbage out, but without the sun heating and intensifying it, it might not last as long.

4th of July Weekend

2010-07-07T19:22:00.000-07:00

For the Fourth, we headed down to my parents' cabin where we enjoyed a variety of activities.

Pippin was willing to make a path fro Grandma anywhere ane everywhere she needed one, and a few extras.

Cyril was thrilled when, on our first walk, he found a snake. He was not so thrilled when it "juiced" on him.

The boys had fun shooting the BB gun.

So did this girl.

Cyril found time between finding critters and swimming to work on his aim as well.

There was lots of rock skipping. This one was a little big.

The kids could not wait to get in the river and jumped in with their clothes on.

MOm asked if I wanted to help her cut a four ft trunk with a long saw. Of course I said yes. We got about half way then solicited help from the boys. It was a really good work out and I am still sore. The log turned out to be rotten in places so we'll need to do another cut. So Shane volunteered to get a 4 ft chain saw and come back. Because you should never waste a good opportunity to procure a really cool tool. And becasue he's nice. And because he'd really like to have one.

Shane joined the kids in the water and they swam across the river.

In the evening, after some rather tasty ribs, Shane pulled out the fireworks we picked up after church. He and Sandor, my brother, had fun lighting off the big mortars, the rest of us were huddled around the bonfire trying to stay warm. Then, being boys, they decided to see what would happen if you put the mortor in up-side down. This is what happens. A small bang, then a loud thunk. It's good the package came with two tubes. And then, of course, we had to see what would happen if you just left in on the road- no tube. That was pretty cool. I treid to get a picture but was too busy watching it to get a good one. They are so pretty up close.

Audrey spen most of the week end making horse trails with the grass Grandma had just cut. She was very sad to leave it.

Actually, they were all very sad. Here they are begging to stay 'just one more night'.

I am sure Shane is anxious to get his new chainsaw and go back, so I think we'll be there soon. This time we'll take our fishing grear too.

News from the Front Lines

2010-06-29T11:03:00.000-07:00

Here are the latest headlines in the war on chaos.

Operation Laundry is proceeding as expected. It is currently in its second wave. There is confirmation that a smaller target, operation unpack, was already completed earlier and has already yeilded returns totalling in the $.75-$1 range.

Operation Laundry is expected to last into the late afternoon and possibly into the next day, if needed. Officials say they are 'sticking with it to the end'.

Opreation Carpet Bomb was also considered as an option, but was summarily dismissed due to the very high collateral damage anticipated.

Operation Toilet Bowl Sweep, on the other hand, was carried out eariler this morning with complete success though it is anticipated the same maneuveres will need to be repeated in the future on and on-going basis.

"This is not a bad thing, or a sign of failure" high level officials are saying.

"This is more of a precautionary, or pre-emptive, if you will, move. But we feel such actions will decrease any future disruptions due to unsightliness 99-100%. Which in this situation, we consider a complete victory and absolutely worth the small effort. We are also training the natives so in the future they can take ownership."

Experts are also being consulted on ways to mitigate the necessary frequncy of this response by educating the newer troops on the benefits of good aim.

Re-building efforts are already underway, with clothing, food, and any medical assistance necessary being provided on demand. A speedier response will reach those who say please and don't whine.

So far, insurgents have been few and when dealt with swiflty and firmly, have so far shown a willingness to reform and co-operate. However we have gotten word troops on the ground are calling for more soap to combat inflammatory or disrespectful language.

So far, all those involved are calling the efforts a success and do not anticipate any setbacks.

"This in not a perfect situation. We can't rule out surprises or side effects of say, running out of coffee. Things may arise and mandate we take a different tactic. We're agile and can adapt to such things as having to make a coffee run occasionally. And we're very quick to get back on track and stay focused on our ultimate goal. Clean House."

Officials also tell us more is going on that at this point they are not able to disclose. Wanting to maintain good relationships with all those involved, they feel it may have undisireable repurcussions to have complete transparency.

"This is a highly sensitive situation and we feel that information on a need-to-know basis serves everyone best. And who is really going to miss the 3-limbs-missing doll or the trailer with one wheel? Seriously. This is in everyone's best interest."

Pee-View

2010-06-26T11:37:00.000-07:00

Today is Kateri's Big Day. Where she gets put on frilly clothes. Be in the spot light. Command everyone's attention. And then dazzle her adoring fans with her ingenious and original antics, for which she'll get a standing ovation. Pretty much like every other day in her life so far. I get the honorof seeing her first this afternoon. Shane and Audrey will hit her second show this evening. I'm not sure we'll ba able to recdord her dance, but I'm hoping so. Last time was such a hit. I think she might be a little more on top of the timing and choreography this time. But I'm secretely hoping we'll get to see a few Kateri original moves.

This performance will be a tap dance, which I think she is liking better than the ballet portion of the class. But what's not to really like about black shiny shoes that make satisfying clicks drawing attention to every step she makes. That is if you can hear them over the 'non stop wanna see how quickly I can talk' monologue phase she is in. And being a girl, she can do both. At the same time. Which is nothing less than dizzying.

She posed for a few shots. The she went into photo shoot mode and went wild. When the Elvis poses started coming out, I figured we should stop. In looking over the pictures, I realize how much of her face you CAN'T see, because of her hair. Even with it all slicked back, the encroaching forest that is her bangs, takes up half her forhead.

Shane had to go To Texas this past week. So I had to make some curtains. Shane actually noticed them when he came home. He said they made the room look smaller and closed in. I told him I was glad he was home.

Maybe sheers would be a happy middle road. I need something to block or at least mute the sun when it comes blazing in. Not that it has been a problem the past few days. But maybe later this summer.

Well, we're T minus two hours. Time to start taming the mane again.

Lots Happening

2010-06-22T21:20:00.000-07:00

We've been fairly busy the past few weeks. Unfortuantely, not a lot of it has been due to the sunny weather. Actually, today was the first time I had to water my plants. Hopefully its the start of a new trend. It's hard to believe it is almost July. You certainly would not have guessed it from the weather.

But we've been finding ways to keep busy. We are done with school and into our summer schedule. Which means we're free to go wherever the day and our whims take us.
Except Mondays, when I have a chiropractor visit and then we go to take care of the miniature horses:

Wednesdays, when I have a chiropractor visit and the kids have swim lessons.

Thursdays, Kateri has a couple more weeks of ballet.

But the rest of the time we're free.

We enjoyed our first arugula from the garden , dressed with only some olive oil and balsamic vinegar. My favorite.

The strawberries are doing very well. Lots of berries popping out. Now I just need to keep the slugs away.

And we also celebrated my parents' 40th wedding anniversary.

On top of all that, Shane has been travelling a bit. Florida a couple weeks ago, San Diego the next, last week N Carolina, this week Houston and Austin. July might get crazier if he gets the Japan-Taiwan-China-India trip as well. I think I'll line up some projects. There are still lots of window needing to be dressed.

Knock, Knock

2010-06-08T14:43:00.000-07:00

Things have been fairly quiet here. The weather has been very fickle. I got a sunburn on Saturday. Sunday our outdoor party got rained out and we had to make alternate plans. My garden is doing mostly well. The slugs are still getting their snacks, but since Shane trimmed the grass around the boxes they have fewer places to hide and I think I am gaining on them.

We are rapidly losing interest in things like math and phonics. Cyril finished his reader yesterday. Audrey has a few more math lessons and I am looking forward to calling it quits. I was looking forward to a slower pace for summer. But then I signed the kids up for summer swim lessons, made chiropractic appointements for 2x a week, and we are continuing taking care of the horses once a week. Somewhere in there we will fit trips to the beach and other summer activities.

I've been super spacey the past few weeks and a litte on the grumpy side. Yesterday I had an appt with the chiropractor. Luckily Shane was able to work from home so I didn't have to haul the 4 kids with me. When I got in the car the "empty" light was lit up. But when I saw the ramp to the free way was already being light controlled, I figured I'd better not stop. It is crazy that a 12 min trip took 20 min,. At 10:00am! I got my last cel phone call while driving in, and the office said to come anyway.

On the way home I got lost, which is not unusual for me, but kind of ridiculous as I've been to the same building to see my midwife for three pregnancies. When I finally found the AMPM the silly card reader acted like it was not really a card reader, just a decorative slot for you to slide your card in and out of multiple times without giving you the slightest aknowledgement. Rather irritated, I darted across four lanes to the other gas station, which was far more responsive, and finally filled up. Then while sitting at the light, my phone rang. It has had this habit lately of hanging up and shutting off when I push the answer button. And as expected its usual performance. I saw it was Shane but didn't have time to boot up, enter my password, and dial before the light turned green. I was so frustrated I fantasized about smashing my phone repeatedly on my steering wheel. I could just feel the case cracking as I bludgeoned it again, and again. At least the visual made me laugh. Kind of a laugh cry though.

Finally it connected a minute from home. It was Shane again, worried and wondering where I was. I told him the appointment was a little longer than I expected and I had gotten lost and had to stop for gas. Then I ranted about the phone for a bit and I told him I was ready for a new one. He's been wanting to get me a Kin. I feel a little old for one, but if it is super user friendly and won't keep dying on me I'll take it.

I decided it was a soup kind of day, the rain had not left us yet. Just as I was sauteeing the shallots the doorbell rang. I left the pot and ran to open it, thinking it was one of the kids and would just be a second. No. It was a salesman. I told him I was in the middle of dinner- it was 6:00, what did he expect?. He said he'd just make it real brief. He was going to be doing some pest control in the neighborhood and since he's already be here he could give me a "really, really good rate". He had just signed up my neighbor "Doug" who had to replace his patio and was signed up for a spider control treatmen.

Firstly, I don't know of a single neighbor named Doug. Secondly, all the houses around here have aggregate patios- which I loathe with passion, and I'm not sure what spiders could do to them. Thirdly, my shallots were going to burn.

I told him again, I really had to go. He offered to come back. Actually , he just stated that he would come back. So I told him,

"Don't bother. We really don't need your services."

"You mean you don't have any pests you want to get rid of?"

"Just door-to-door-salesmen" I answered.

He look confused a second.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"Nothing" I said. Feeling kind of remorseful for being snippy. But really, why is is impolite to communicate in a "this can't mean anything else" way, but a sales man can trespass on your property, waste your time trying to get rid of him, and try to make you feel like you need whatever he is offering. I told him seriosly, I was in the middle of making dinner. Thanks but no thanks. And finally shut the door
The shallots didn't burn. But I did burn the garlic twice and had to re-do it. Maybe I deserved it.

This morning after breakfast the kids looked out and saw in the swing set area a large rat loafing around. I had to wonder if possibly it was a set up. I think a pellet gun will be fine for pest control.

Chicken Class

2010-05-27T13:24:00.000-07:00

My mother-in-law and I took another cooking class. This time the theme was chicken, and just for fun the teacher threw in several rice dishes. I really liked the rice and her idea of making a big pot of brown rice at the beginning of the week, and having it on hand to add various other ingredients to to make nice side dishes. Without having to wait for the rice to cook. Shane was little less than thrilled when I told him about it. He generally does not like rice and is baffled as to why I still make the stuff. But, ususally if there is enough of a sauce he ends up eating it. Which encourages me to make it again. But I'm pretty sure he will like the new recipes.

This first one didn't have any rice. Just some chopped chicken with pasta and bleu cheese. She added some of the the pasta water to it to make a sauce. For not having 1/2 and 1/2 or heavy cream, it was very rich. And creamy.

This one was baked chicken with feta and lemon. For the rice she sauteed shallots, zucchini, mushrooms, and chives.

This was pounded chicken breast with a mustard spread rolled around an asparagus spear and baked with a prosciutto wrap. For the rice she sauteed shallots, roasted cherry tomatoes,and toasted pine nuts. I think this was my favorite rice. But they were all really good.

The finale was Vietnamese chicken skewers with sweet chili sauce. For this rice she added some warm coconut milk, toasted coconut, and lime zest. Plus a squeeze of lime juice.

I have not made the big pot of rice yet. Mostly because the kids have lost all my tupperware out in the yard. I suppose I could portion it in ziploc bags and freeze it. But I already washed the kitchen floor so I feel like one domestic project is enough for today. Although I did also go out slug hunting this morning. I'm comitted to keeping my tomaoes and strawberries safe. I think I might get some disposable gloves to help next time.

Part III- or What Really Went Down

2010-05-04T13:21:00.000-07:00

So I guess there is some confusion, or might be, as to the real outcome of my dr visit. So this is to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Or something like that. As Shane has pointed out, separating fact from fiction is not my stong point, and somtimes I do feel that a little creative history is more exciting. But I'll give it a try. As a disclaimer, I still have not yet received my formal debreifing in the mail so there may be some details left out. But I think I got the main points right.

So Yes- there was a new lesion in my cerebral cortex which corresponds to the muscle in my throat. I don't know the dimensions. Other than that, there was nothing noteworthy. None of the old lesions had "gone dark" or turned into black holes. Which brings up an interesting point. Generally, demyelination shows up on the MRI as discoloured spots. The lesions sometimes do heal themselves and a grey spot can disappear after ahile. When the damage is so severe that it has damaged the axon, which is what the myelin is covering, it turns into a black hole. Meaning all the myelin is gone, the axon is damaged beyond repair and there is not much you can do. Well, I had one of those a couple years ago, and in subsequent MRIs it seems to be MIA. Which is fine with me. I asked Dr M about that and he said that sometimes spots can show up that look like black holes. But they are not. If it never goes away, it is a true black hole. If it does go away, it was an impostor. Apparently the only way to know is just to keep watching it.

Yes, Dr Prineas is real. His work is real. And he is a respected pathologist who has brought some interesting thing to light. As far as "is this really autoimmune" goes, Dr M explained that there are two schools of thought on how damage occurs. One is "outside in" meaning the body attacks the myelin from the outside until it damages the axon. The othere is "inside out" meaning the problem starts in the axon, or the myelin itself, and somehow causes the myelin to fall apart, or whatever it does. Another theory is that there are different kinds of MS, all of which lead to myelin loss and bad nerve conduction. Which may make sense in that some people respond well to different drugs and some people don't respond to any.

As for me, given that the Rebif I was on did not halt things completely, Dr M said I can skip all of the interferons. Which I am happy about and had already given up about 6 weeks ago anyway. So no more chinese hamster ovary cell based injectibles for me.

But then he tried to sell me on Tysabri, which involves mice DNA. Can we please just cut out the animal parade? Of course that one also has the risk of a fatal brain infection and as it has not been around that long, there are no long term studies that tell you 20 yrs from now you may sprout a tail and take a great liking to cheese. So I took the brightly colored information pack home and have it sitting up next to my bed. I have not been in need of any late night reading though, so have yet to discover how wonderful the drug is for my brain, in the event it does not invite some voracious guest in to eat it first. Needless to say I"m not sold on it.

So finding that Dr M did know of Dr Prineas and thought his work was real and important was just the first pleasant surprise. I told him I would think about the Tysabri. But in the mean time, could I try LDN. And he said yes. I was really surprised. It seems many neurologists will not prescribe it and consider it a sugar pill with an anecdotal placebo effect. I like sugar, so why not give it a go?

LDN, or Low Dose Naltrexone, is a very small dose, around 4.5 mg, of Naltrexone, a drug initially formulated and marketed for meth and alcohol addicts. In that dose, 50 mg, it works by inhibiting the opiod receptors. IN other words, you won't get the "high" you were looking for. In the very small dose taken at the right time, it temporarily blocks the receptors and causes your body to increase its endorphin production. I can see how that might attribute to a placebo like effect, however in a small study of Primary Progressive MS, all but one patient stopped declining for the duration of the study. It was short and small and no one has done a larger study or compared MRIs or followed people on it for 20 yrs. Dr M said himself there probably never will be. It is really cheap- $40 a month compared to $1700 a month for injectibles- and there is no big company to fund an expensive study. There is no profit for anyone to be had and to front all that money, just to make your drug look bad would be ludricous. ( There have been stories of tumors being shrunk and I think someone grew a leg back. Just kidding. About the leg. The tumor part was true.)

Well I am quite happy to do my own study. I'll be getting the pills this week, but I think I might wait until after our week end trip to Canada to start it. As far as side effects, some people say they have very vivid dreams. Not bad or anything. Just very clear. Some people find it makes their legs stiff. Others say the opposite for them. It does not hurt your liver. Pregnant and lactating women have taken it with no ill effects- although if it were me, I'd stop it anyway. No injection reactions, brain infections, flu like symptoms, and all that rot.

So, I'm tyring not get too excited. But really the thought of no more shots or interferons really is exciting. Dr M says he'll have me check back in 3 months and see how its going. And I can even get a Tully's coffee next time. I'm looking forward to it.

The only disappointment, and it wasn't really a surprise, was when he told me there was nothing I could do about all the scar tissue and skin hardening on my legs. Shane tried to tell me it was not so bad. Then he broke into the Madonna song "Like A Sturgeon". Which was really uplifting. These are my thighs. They are not supposed to look like fish. I guess I can't be too picky. They are very serviceable right now. And they do make knee length bathing suits if I get too self conscious. Guess I'll just have to play up my earrings more. Shane would be happy to get me some.

Thus ends my three part sojourn into the land of my brain. Its kind of a scary place, even without black holes. But I thought it best to clear up any misleading or confusing information. And some down right lies. Far as I know this is all accurate. I'll check it against the radiologist's report and post any errors. Othersise, it's onward and upward in the land of raising and educating children.

On that note, the educating one I think, I'll tell you what PUTBOOM is next post. Any guesses?

Part II

2010-04-30T09:05:00.000-07:00

The door slides open. I imagine the sound track it should be making, and in walks Dr M. I am so thankful he's my doctor. Of all the neurologists I've worked with he is the most agreeable, accessible, and from what I can tell knowledgeable. He never rolls his eyes when I tell him I've read something on the internet. He takes my concerns or even just opinions seriously. And he is very willing to meet me where I'm at and work with me from there.

Today I'm really excited because I have been reading some new things I want to discuss. First he pulls up the MRI scans and we go over those noting any new areas of concern and checking on the old ones. A new one in the brain stem seems to correlate with the swallowing issue I started having a few months ago. He explains the other areas of interest as we go up the brain stem and out the top of my head. I had tried really hard to hold super still, and also to keep my eyes shut so my eyeballs would not be rolling around. I can't remember if I did a good job or not. I was too caught up in my research and wanting to share it with him. He finishes with the pictures and I start right in.

"So I was doing some research and came across the work of Dr Prineas, the Australian pathologist. In reading them it seemed to raise the question of MS being an autoimmune disease, or at least challenge the current way we think about MS."

"Well, its is pretty well established that the damage comes from the bodies own doing. All the working therapies out there are predicated on that and they seem to work."

"But not for everyone. If interferons really work, why don't they work for everyone?"

He sat and thought.

"Dr. Prineas' studies seem to point to damage occurring BEFORE the immune system kicks into gear. Meaning it comes from somewhere else. Could it be that axonal damage comes from the macrophages death possiby due to a misstep in a protein to estrogen conversion. And their death results in myelin loss and the T cells and B cells just show up to do a mop up job? And that by the time we see any activity it is always the immune system caught with the smoking gun. This might explain the gender inequity and why it is far more common in women than men."

He sits back and closes his eyes. Dazzled by my research capabilities I'm thinking. He opens them, then goes to his computer and starts pulling up files. He mumbles something about lymphocites and some other little guy. I just watch him work. He seems to be in his own little world and I don't want to interrupt him or ask questions. I catch something like 'how can this be, in a few months, she has discovered what we have not deduced in a life time of work?'

"I have heard of Dr Prineas, and his work is interesting. You bring up some fascinating points. But we'd need Dr. Prineas to answer some questions.What is he up to right now?"

He clicks on a little tab and a live camera feed pops up.

"There he is" Dr M exclaims. "It looks like he's going somewhere with that suitcase. Where is he going?" He seems to be talking to himself so I just listen.

"What's that in his hand? Maybe a ticket. I'll zoom in. And enhance. And gotcha. Its not a ticket. Its a map with a route marked. Looks like he going to San Francisco. But why? What is in San Francisco?"

He pauses, his chin resting in his hand. He jumps forward again.

"He dropped something. Let's take a look at that." Once again he zooms in. It appears to be a letter. From his daughter.

"Looks like he's going to visit family. Maybe we can intercept him at the airport. Can you take a trip to San Francisco? I think you should explain your hypothesis in person. I think the puzzle pieces are all there and Dr Prineas will be able to help put them all together. We can set up a meeting at the French Laundry. This may be the discovery of the century. I think we'll need a good bottle of red and something tasty to celebrate it."

I tell him no, I can't go to San Francisco tonight. I have more research to do. And I am making tacos for dinner. But he needs to go. He can conference me in and I'll have a power point presentation to show both the doctors by dinner time.

He congratulates me, thanks me, then gathers his papers and laptop and rushes out the door. And I think what a fitting end that little swooshy noise would have been.

OK. So we've been watching 24 lately and I decided to borrow a few tricks I picked up. Especially Shane's favorite. The Zoom in and Enhance method. But some of this was true. When I get the final debriefing from Dr M- who first has to be debreifed by the radiologist- I'll sort the fact from fiction, if I can, and lay it all out next post.

Brain Day Part I

2010-04-28T12:41:00.000-07:00

I had my MRI and neurologist appt yesterday. I am waiting to get the full report from the radiologist so I figured I could string out the day in a few installments.

In the morning I'm excited to drop off the kids with Grandma and head on down for some "me" time. Me time being me, by myself, lying down. I can't get up even if I want to. Which I don't. I like getting MRIs.
I fill out the paperwork, then pick a chair by the fire and settle down to read the paper.
They call me soon and give me a dressing gown, only it's pants and a top. And only like 10x my size. Luckily it has a drawstring so I cinch it as much as I can then wrap the cord around several times and am good to go. Next they put an IV port in. I liked the way they did it before. Just come in and give me a shot half way through. But I guess they found the scans were more stable or something if they didn't have to move the person and could just press a button to inject the contrast agent.
Last time the guy putting it in didn't get something quite right and when he tested it blood went squirting all over the floor. This one goes just fine, with only a small bruise leftover this morning.

So then we go to get set up in the machine. I lay down on the sliding bed and the assistant coveres me with a heated blanket. I instantly feel realaxed and cozy and am looking forward to some"quiet time".The technician informes me that they are no longer able to use the music playing headphones, just some small ones for ear protection.

"That's ok. I usually don't have music with mine anyway."

"So you won't be able to talk to me then?" I ask hopefully. It was always kind of jarring when you are just starting to relax and then "OK This one's going to run about three minutes." Or six minutes. It kind of interrupts the 25 min of meditation I try and get.

"Oh, no. I'll be able to hear you ,and let you know what's happening."

"Actually, I don't need any updates or anything."

"You have kids?" he asks.

"Yep. Four."

"I figured. Usually the people with kids just want quiet."

"Ok" he says, placing the squeezy alarm/eject thingy in my hand and adjusting the IV bag. "I'll get out of your hair and we'll get this done."

I lay back and he straps the head cage across my face.

"You're not claustraphobic?" he asks.

"Nope." I close my eyes." I'm good."

He leaves and I feel the table slide into the big magnetic tube. Its dark and cozy and I could see how someone might get freaked being in there. But I'm glad I like it.

A few seconds go by and I hear the whirr of the machine with the familiar tweets and knocks. These first ones make me think of little StarWars ships firing at the Death Star in short little bursts. Pew, Pew, take that Vader.Then along comes the deeper laser beam in long steady pulses. The big ships are coming.

The beeps give way to a series of knocks. Usually a knock in the middle of the night heralds a wet bed or sick child. Something that requires my immediate action and gets my adrenaline going. But this time I know I don't have to rush to the door and am able to stay calm. And relaxed. I think about how nice it is that they give me warm blankets. I time my breathing to the rythm of the machine. Then I add a prayer.

Lord Jesus Christ (Knock) Son of God(knock) Have mercy on me (knock) a sinner (knock).

The knocking speeds up and my respiration matches it.
There is a pause. I hold my breath, waiting for my cue. Instead, I feel a cool sensation in my left arm where the needle is. It radiates up my arm and I know they just injected the gadolinium and we are doing the second part of the scan. I'm glad they did not get to interrupt and tell me "Ok, you're going to feel a little coldness in your arm now."

The knocking starts again and I settle down to enjoy the little bit left. I'm thinking fresh warm blanket would be just nice right about now. I wonder if they would bring me one if I asked. But too soon, the door opens and they are sliding me out and unlocking my head. They remove the IV and wrap it tighly with a cotton ball and stretchy tape. She hands me my locker key and I'm glad it has my locker number written on it as I have no clue which one I had chosen. I retrieve my shoes and clothes and get changed. I'm still kind of groggy and looking in the mirror, I regret not having brought a brush. Oh well. At least I brought deodorant. They told me no make up, lotions, or perfume so I always bring some to spruce up for the neurologist appointment.

Back in the car I realize I have an hour and a half before I see the doctor. Shane couldn't come today so we could have lunch and I didn't want to eat out alone. So I get my snacks out and finish the newspaper and solve some word puzzles. I'm too smart and it doesn't take long to solve so I drive over to Trader Joe's and contemplate going in to get a little something to round out my lunch. Like caramel corn. There is an espresso stand across the street and I think that would go well with a treat. In the end I decide to drive up to hospital and wait in my warm cozy car, listening to music. It is made cozier by the downpour that is just starting. I guess a hairbrush wouldn't have made much of a difference. So I opt for some lipstick instead.

I brace for the rain and run to the building. On the entrance a sign announces "Tully's Coming Soon". I'm so glad. Ever since they moved to the new building I always lament the lack of a coffee shop. I can schedule that into my plans for the next appointment.

The nurse comes and has me do the usual walking test, which I always pass with flying colors. I think about asking her if I can skip, just to make it more challenging. With my luck I'd probably trip and do a face plant and the rug is kind of rough and would probably leave mark, so I don't ask.

She weighs me. I'm happy with the numbers. Then she subtracts three pounds for my jeans and sweatshirt. I say I liked the first number better. She laughs and writes down the second one. She takes me into the room and takes my vitals. Everything is good. We chat a little. She adjusts the window shades to let more light in.Then she says the doctor will be in shortly and goes out the star trekish sliding doors. I wish they could put something on them so they would sound high-tech. A nice "swoosh" with a little suction sound at the end. That would be awesome.

I remember I didn't put my earrings back in yet and fish around in my purse for them. They are pretty green and gold ones Shane bought me on his last New York trip. I like that his tastes are more exotic than mine and furnish me with things I would not pick out on my own but really like. I fumble finding the left earring hole. I feel a little rushed and panicky, like I don't want the doctor to think I dressed up or anything and that I always just look nice and put together. So what if I have holes in my brain. I just like to take care of what I do have. While I have it.

I get the earring in and sit back to wait. There is nothing to read so I enjoy the view out the window. It's so pretty with all the green trees. Then the sun starts to peek out adding some gold to the landscape. Hmm. Kind of like my earrings.

Girls and Boys

2010-04-22T17:31:00.000-07:00

Today Audrey asked if she could have a peice of fabric from the sewing chest. I said sure. It was funny that it a few yards of rayon I had bought when I was 16 to make a skirt. I never did. But I liked what she came down stairs with an hour later.

A skirt and top for herself.

And matching ones for Kateri. The back seam had a little wardrobe malfunction going on, so made Kateri put on pants instead. I thought both oufits were pretty cute. I might just get out the machine and let Audrey use that. She did these by hand.

A few minutes later Kateri lost her loose tooth.

Yesterday we went to my sister's for a sister get together and birthday party. They are re-doing the front lawn and had torn up all the grass. And, being Seattle, there had been plenty of rain, so the yard was one big mud pit. Which the boys loved.

They had fun slogging around in the thick goo. And then decided it would be really fun to ride bikes in it.

Some areas worked.

And some didn't.

But a great time was had by all. The boys with mud. The girls inside with the other eight children. And coffee. And brownies.

I'm looking forward to more get togethers when the weather is nice.

The Good and The Bad

2010-04-20T15:10:00.000-07:00

So the good news is, people at art class are starting to get rid of last year's books. And then some.

The bad news is I need more book shelves. (Or is that good news?)

The good news is I now have a matched set of candle sticks. The bad news is, I have one less wine goblet. I hope this does not portend anyone's untimely demise. But if so, we're ready for a vigil.

I could take a picture of my laundry room. Then I could title this post the good, the bad, and the ugly. But no one wants to see that and I'm too tired to go upstairs and snap a photo. So I'll call it the good, the bad, and the kind of tired and really ready for summer vacation. But that is kind of long.

Turn Your Head And Swallow

2010-03-28T13:27:00.000-07:00

I had my annual neurologist visit this week. I totally kept my composure. I'm not sure if not having Shane there helped, or made it even more amazing that I did just fine. Anyway it was a very good visit and Dr.M was super understanding when I told him I didn't want to do the shots anymore. The last one left me with an itchy rash and I was running out of areas that are not full of scar tissue. He said someone with my frame would have trouble finding enough real estate and maybe I'd want to to try an intra-muscular one instead. Not really sure why he thought I'd have an easier time with that, although the once a week did sound good.

He said he'd basically work with me and find something I would be able to do, as long as it was something. He also said I could take the rest of the week off, which I had already started doing anyway. Then he brought up some other options- Tsyabri, a once a month infusion, but a few people on it have died of a brain infection. So maybe not that one. Or the Avonex once weekly in the muscle, not too sure of that, the needles are like two inches long and would probably go right through my arm. Finally, he brought up a new study being done using one of three doses of fingolimod or a placebo. With three doses, I'd have a 75% chance of being on it. The great thing about it is that it is a pill. I was kind of - actually very- interested. And as it was the second study, so they already know all the possible side effects and monitor you very closely.

He gave me an information packet on it and I was excited to get home and research it. Unfortunately, although it is extremely effective, is has some moderate-extreme side effects. You have to be seen pretty often so they can check for melinoma- which so far is usually benign. Upper respritory infections are very common. And as it sequesters your white blood cells in your lymph nodes, you have to be careful about being around sick people. Especially chicken pox. I guess a couple people died, and somehow it involved chicken pox. I had chicken pox so I think I'd be ok.

But reading over the criteria for being accepted into the study I found that they insist you are post-menopausal or you've been neutered or are on the pill. All of which rule me out.

It sounded so attractive at first. 3 months no drugs- to cleanse the system. Then 6 months of pills. And maybe some extra if they extend the study and you want to take the drug for certain. And you haven't died of herpes.

Knowing I can't take it makes me feel better about not worrying about lots of side effects. Just my liver doesn't seem so bad- which is doing well by the way. And it was fun to dream for a day or two- I'm a slow reader and there were lots of papers.

So in the end we worked out how I could "stick" with what I'm already on and I guess I'm feeling better about that now. Maybe it was good for me to hear the other options and make me feel like what I've got isn't so bad. I put some cortisone on the itchy spot and I think it may be helping.

I did mention to him a funny feeling I've been getting when I swallow for the past few months and he thought it might be worth while to get a swallow evaluation. So when I got home I scheduled one for later in the week. I figured why not? I'm not choking or anything but it wouldn't hurt. Secretly I hoped they would find my thyroid was not quite right and could give me a pill and my hair would stop falling out. And I'd get a new pair of shoes just for being a good patient.

Well, I did get some applesauce, and yummy diced peaches , and graham crackers. And a skittle that I had to just swallow like a pill so it didn't even matter if I picked the lemon one. Oh, and my thyroid was not the issue. Rats! It seems to be the muscles the right side of my throat.
But she did have some fascinating information for me and I found the diagnostic process interesting too. she gave me a range ot things to eat or drink, with varrying textures and viscosities. After watching me ingest, and feeling my thryoid and all that she had me look out the window while I ate applesause. It felt normal. I looked to my left, still felt strange. I looked down, very odd way to swallow. Still felt strange. She explained it like this: the muscles on the right side are being sluggish. When I turn my head to the right, it pulls and forces the left side to do the work. I thougth it was really cool and was experimenting all through dinner that night. But Shane knew what I was doing so he didn't think I was too weird.

She also explained that both ends of the eating spectrum are problematic. The crackers, popcorn, etc because of their dry and rough texture. And water, because it slips down too quickly. She said it is because it is tasteless, textureless, and especially if it is room temperature, it sends no signals to the brain to prep it for swallowing. I was really excited. It explained why I could down an entire Snapple Lemon Iced Tea without stopping but felt like I was being drowned if I tried to guzzle 6 oz of water. -It also explained why they put thickeners in everything my mom drank after her stroke. She was so disappointed when she took the lid off her coffee only to find it syrupy. (we snuck down to Starbucks and brought her back some real stuff. She had already had the swallow evaluation and had passed, so it seemed silly to us to make her drink gross coffee, not to mention mean).

So, although it was not the best news, it was educational, and tasty. And now that I know why it feels funny, I'd like to know if the Doctor thinks there is new activity and the Rebif is not working so I can just stop it all together. But after reading these articles, I am inclined to think they might be on the wrong track intirely and why risk more bumps and bruises and possibly liver health , for something that is not adressing the root cause, which it seems they are not entirely sure of. I wish I had read the articles before my appointment. Dr. M is very nice and doesn't act like he thinks I'm crazy when I preface things with "So, I was reading on the internet..." I'd like to think its because I bring up valid and pertinent information that warrants a serious considering. And not just that he is so nice.

He once told me "It's a really exciting time to have MS!" I can't say I shared his sentiment completely in the same way. I did like the fact that he was so passionate about his area of expertise. It does seem like a lot of new puzzle pieces are being discovered lately. And I do like puzzles. I wouldn't mind some new shoes too.

The Morning After

2010-03-19T12:17:00.000-07:00

We went to a Napa wine dinner last night, and I am still on cloud 9 this morning. Unlike a hangover, I'm enjoying the long and lingering finish, and I remember and savor every detail of the evening. Our signifigant others were able to accompany us this time, made possible by Courtney and Tim, who were able to keep up with Pippin on Halo ODST ( which I can't help but think of 'odius STD' when I say). The kids had a great time and we had a fabulous time and came home with some new wines to try. It is so much fun to talk with someone who is so passionate about food and wine, and it was really nice Shane was there because I would not have spent that much. But I will enjoy drinking them.

Apparently, we didn't get enough because when we got home we both wanted to try one right away. We picked the Owen Roe 'Rosa Mystica' ($46.99) , a 2007 cabernet franc. It was very nice, like liquid cocoa powder. We had it with pita chips, but I'm looking forward to trying it with food tonigth. I was going to do some halibut, but now I might do salmon instead. Or maybe the spicy shrimp we had last night.

We also had hanger steak with watercress sauce and onion jam. We'll be making that for Shane's birthday dinner, along with the apple pie with white cheddar crust. And the fennel spiced prawns with citrus salad. And one of the new wines.

I realized I didn't get all the courses, or any pictures of our group. But the wonderful food, wine, and company were a little distracting. And since we usually end up re-creating the meals at home, there are more opportuniteis for pictures.

Since its lent, and Friday, I'll just put the recipe for the prawns up. And because the kids are waiting to go ride bikes so I need to hurry.

Fennel spiced Prawns with Citrus Salad

12 jumbo prawn- 1/4 lb- raw, de-veined
1T Fennel spice
1 blood orange
1/2 grapefruit
1 navel orange
salt and pepper
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1 large bunch watercress - we actually used spinach last night and that was good too

Fennel Spice

1 c fennel seeds
3T coriander seeds
2 T white peppercorns
3 T kosher salt

Toast the seeds and peppercorns over med heat until lightly brown and fragrant. Let cool completely. Then blend in blender with salt until you get a fine powder.

Sprinkle 1 T over shrimp and refrigerate, covered, up to six hours.

Cut the skin and pith off all the fruits. With a kinfe, segment the fruit, leaving out the membranes. Slice them over a bowl to catch any juices. Add 1/4 cup oilve oil, salt, and pepper. Toss to mix.

Preheat oven to 400. Heat 2 T oil in skillet and cook prawns about 2 min until they begin to turn pink around the edges. Place pan in oven and cook 2 min longer.

To serve, place 1/4 watercress on each plate. Toss the citrus mixture and spoon over watercress, making sure to sprinkle the juices. Arrange prawns around each salad.

Update: We made this for Shane's birthday. I just sauteed the shrimp on the stove for 4-5 min and skipped the oven part. Also, we thougth we'd improve it by cutting the citrus in smaller pieces- they had serve them in segments- but the grapefruit really fell apart and it was better to leave them bigger.

Audrey's Got Her Blog Back

2010-03-18T13:30:00.000-07:00

After forgetting her password and many failed attempts to get it changed, we finally got it done and Audrey is back in the blogging word. Which means we, at home, won't be seeing her much. She loves to write, which is great. Its pretty good stuff and I might just have to retire my blog. I think I'll have her post some of her writing assignments as well. Take a look. She has our latest pet news also.

Happy St Paddy's Day!

2010-03-17T10:56:00.000-07:00

I actually have never liked corned beef. And guinness is a little stronger than I enjoy. So I was very pleased when my sister-in-law shared this trick with me. Buy a large corned beef brisket. Throw away seasoning packet. Rinse brisket and pat all over with brown sugar- about 1 cup. Maybe a little more. Place in crock pot and pour 1 can of guinness over meat. Slow cook all day.

And here's a little song to go with it.

You Know it's Lent When You See This

2010-03-11T06:45:00.000-08:00

No, not people going around in sackcloth and ashes. I mean this:

I know people have differing opinions on Girl Scouts and whether they support things that really support "girls". I haven't really looked into it. But I have noticed they always start selling cookies at the beginning of Lent. I supported our neighbor girl who came around taking orders in early February. Then she came back to deliver them . On Ash Wednesday. Coincidence?

Pizza, Pizza!

2010-02-26T15:21:00.000-08:00

So I am planning on writing a follow up piece to the previous post. But upon thoughtful thinking, I realized it might take too much delicacy and it might sound mean and maybe it wasn't really funny. Then I was at the in-law's and we started recounting really funny family stories and as I wiped my eyes I realized, "It really is funny and I should." And I will. But not today. Today is pizza day.

And as it is lent, it is also vegetarian pizza day. Which my kids prefer anyway. At our pizza class we compared home made crust to Trader Joe's. And home made won hands down. I learned one trick is to bake it on an upside down cookie sheet- which my sister had already shared with me. But I learned another trick is to use bread flour. I knew there was cake flour, but rarely used it. I guess there is pastry flour, not sure where that fits in the spectrum of flours. But I just used all purpose flour for everything so when I tried to make the crust at home, it did not come out crisp on the bottom. So I got the bread flour. It is somewhere between all purpose and cake flour. But it makes a really soft, satiny dough, and the crust came out just right.

So then we had to try it with our french bread recipe. The loaves came out a beautiful pale golden color and the crust was soft. The crust never came out soft. Except once when I made it way up on a mountain in Canada. The really amazing thing was, it kept better than the other loaves. Usually the next day the crust is dry and harder. This morning I sliced the leftover half and it was still soft and tender. Although a true test woud be to make it in my oven. Last night I used Trudy's new Cuisinart mixer and baked it in her oven. And as they are at a slightly higher elevation I might not be able to duplicate it.(ok that was joke for my father- in-law).
But I'm looking forward to making all kinds of breads and cinnamon rolls and I have to try and improve the Pascha bread recipe every year so the new flour might come in handy for that too. And maybe I'll try some recipes in The big book Shane got me simply titled 'Bread'. Although I'd need a scale too as all the measurements are in kilograms and ounces-at least they give the U.S. weights too.

I was especially pleased at how round I was able to get the pizza. I think the flour is more easily coaxed-rolled-stretched into the right shape.

10 min at 450 and it was perfect.I made several balls of dough and froze them. I already put one in the fridge for dinner as well.

The instructor used a food processor. I used my KitchenAid. Maybe someday I'll use my Cuisinart.

Preheat oven to 425

In mixer combine
3c bread flour
2 t yeast
2 t kosher salt

With mixer on, add
1 c water
2 T olive oil

Add more water as necessary. I think I added either some extra or not enough. I was doubling it and lost count. But it still turned out fine.

Knead by hand a few times and let rise 1-2 hrs. Roll out to desired thickness. place on greased up-side down baking sheet, and cook 10 min.

I'm thinking of doing the fresh broccoli and onion one tonight.

There are Two Kinds of Families: Ones with Huge, Insurmountable, Horrifying I Mean Really, Really Bad Problems

2010-02-24T14:29:00.000-08:00

And then there are the ones Who Lie About It.

This was said by the priest to a family member after one of the many 'events' in the past 6 yrs. (Really? Its only been that long?) I'm not sure if it was at a funeral, by a hospital bed, or just one on one couseling. Anyway, it was reassuring. When unfortunate things happen, you feel like the rest of the world is normal and you're not. It's as if you somehow got stuck in the loser parade with two left shoes and a burlap dress and two teeth and just have to watch as the pretty fairy princess parade floats along to beautiful music. The princesses smile condescendingly at you -with ALL their teeth- and wave and plead with you to come join their float, which of course you both know can't because of the wall which divides you, from them. So what do you do?
Scream and shout that there has been some mistake and you were put in the wrong line? Explain you couldn't find your silk Princess Bubble Yum gown but now you remember where you left it, along with your other teeth and 'please let me out so I can get them and get in the right line?'

But you know they won't beleive you. So, heartbroken, you reach down all the while gazing wistfully at the normal parade. Slip off your shoes, which are also the wrong size. And you hurl them as hard as you can at the princess' head. The crystal crown is not so impressive when it sits over a big purple welt on her forehead is it? That will bring her down a peg or two.

Ok. That wouldn't be very nice. But it might be funny. If the hard truth were not so sad. The reality is we are all in the "gimp parade". Whether we look like it or not. We all have our huge, insurmountable, horrifying problems. Sometimes we lie about them. Sometimes we are forced to admit them. But at the end of the day we are all in the same parade.
We've gone through a lot in the past 6 or so years. I won't list all the trials and tribulations. If you are human and have a family, you have your own list.. Whether or not you acknowledge it. But at least you have the entire world for company.

But don't get too down . Next post I'll show you how to have fun with it. Seriously.

Little Chefs

2010-02-23T10:11:00.000-08:00

The kids have been wanting to come to "cooking lessons" . Grandma Trudy and I have been taking a few here and there and its been really fun. But not necessarily geared towards kids. Of course I knew Kateri would love seeing the big kitchen and watching the chefs cook. And trying the wine. So we'd been looking for a good one and a pizza class came up. And of course the other kids were interested too. I left Pippin with Grandma and they went shopping and had lunch.

I"m not sure if Audrey is taking notes, or drawing a horse.

Before class we shopped. Cyril found a chef's hat, which was adjustable. Unfortuantely they only had adults shirts, but I'll have to keep looking, or just make one. He asked afterwards if he could come to more classes.

Finally a hat to accomodate ALL of Kateri's hair. I would have bought it just for that feature.

Audrey had to try on everything before settling on the apron.

And in the end Kateri did too. I thought it was a good choice.

The cooking class was a success. All the pizzas were meatless so it was nice to get you thinking of Lenten dishes. I really liked the pear and gorgonzola on whole wheat tortilla. Cyril liked the four cheese. But the broccoli pesto was great too.

The owner/chef and her husband, who runs the wine side, are really nice. It was a school day at 1:00 and she asked if the kids were on vacation. I told her we homeschooled. And today was our home ec class. She thought that was great. They are a really nice couple. And I'm not just saying that because they cook me yummy food and pour me wine.

Taking Down the Tree

2010-02-15T10:44:00.000-08:00

I decided, last week, that it was finally time to take down the tree. Given that Lent is upon us, it just didn't seem right to mix the two seasons. The kids were very sad and the ones who did not approve didn't take part in the trimming of the branches. But Kateri and Pippin had fun.

It was a work day and it was a really big tree. So I did not feel comfortable with just hefting it out the back door intact. But I figured if we severed the big lower branches, it would be manageable. Of course I could not find the big clippers so had to use a hand saw instead. Kateri liked helping with that part.

Once I got it outside Kateri and Pippin dragged it off into the woods. Where the kids later made a fort with it.

Kateri was super excited to have so many needles to vacuum up. Cyprian enjoyed hand feeding them into the hose.

For Christmas Kateri wanted two things: a new baby doll with a high chair, and a vacuum like Grandma's. (Was that three things?)

Grandma found this little vacuum for her and it is perfect. We decided her daily chore would be to keep the kitchen and eating area "swept". She would run the batteries out every day-its rechargeable-and though its not as thorough as a broom, it gets most of the dirt and our floors are looking cleaner. Sometimes she is not in a cleaning mood. The other day Shane told her the stairs were needing some attention and suggested she clean them. She looked at him and said,

"Well, I told Mom she could use my vacuum whenever she wanted."

When we were all done, Kateri decided to try on the tree skirt. All she needs now it a star on top.

And now a reading from the book of Audrey

2010-02-12T15:11:00.000-08:00

I was correcting Audrey's math and found a little story she had written. Cyril and I had been reading the story of Moses at the other end of the table. She was inspsired to write this:

How Moses Died
....,then Moses saw a bush. It was burning. He heard a voice in it. He ran to save the person in the fire. But the fire killed him.

I thought it was pretty funny.

Coffee Break II- and the way it really is

2010-02-11T14:45:00.000-08:00

Today warranted another coffee break.

Kateri was still sick this morning and was heart broken when I told we'd have to skip ballet. It was a long painful recovery, somewhat hastened by the promise of making cookies after lunch.

Cyprian, I think, is truly getting sick too. Mostly evidenced by his super crabby outlook. And screaming.

I was talking with my older sister the other day about how you imagine what homeschooling is and should be and then set yourself up for lots of frustration and hair pulling until you figure it all out. (Whenever that will be.)

You picture a nice Montessori-esque set up, with children eager to learn, because that is what children naturally do best. Sitting up straight, holding their pencil correctly, waiting for their thirst for knowledge to be quenched by phonogram dictations and the multiplication chart.

And it works ok with the first child. The materials get used then put away, you have time to sit and make land formation books with them, study the parts of a flower. Do art. You even stretch it into the evening and cook dinner together. Sure it takes longer and is messier, but it is so rewarding.

Then number 2 comes along. And the home looks more like a daycare/war zone. Only no one came after the bombing to clean up and rebuild. They just bombed some more.

Knobless cylinders? They were used for torpedoes and one is stuck way under the fridge sot its kind of useless now.

The pink tower is a prop for a big earthquake and after someone gets hurt and the furniture and walls dented you realize they weren't really "getting" it anyway. So you toss it. Besides you can't have the tiny cube at the top around because the baby will eat and choke on it.

Lunch mats? You're lucky you got a clean plate today.

Art appreciation day? Well let's go look in the library. Number One went Number Two and then decided to smear it into the rug with a red crayon. Do you think it looks more like a Picasso or a Matisse? ( that was our old house, and we replaced the rug.)

Dinner? Seriously? You still want to eat after that?

Well this morning was kind of like that. But without the poop. Cyril decided he wasn't a sponge for enlightment as long as it involved writing "ough" and saying "ah,oh,oo,uff,off,ow". Or if he could not start a "7" from the base line.

Kateri and Pippin were playing church and screaming

"He stole my Bible!"

So Cyril got involved and then it was,

"That's MY icon. Father gave it to me. Give it back."

Chasing, screaming, tackling ensued.

So I sort out the icons, prayer books, and Bibles. Send the little kids into the other room and sit with Cyril to finish our Bible story.

Cyprian and Kateri are good and quiet. So quiet I should have known.

They had decided to do some transfer exercises. By "transferring" all of the recycle in the garage into the hall. Along with some styrofoam and other items they could carry.

But we got all our work done. Cleaned up. Ate lunch. Made cookies. And because Pippin really is sick, they got to watch a movie. And I had coffee and cookies. Which is all very sensory. And Montessori.

Oh, Where Is My Hairbrush?

2010-02-11T08:56:00.000-08:00

This is Kateri's hair on bed rest.

I couldn't help but laugh every time I looked at her. It was just so big and wild.

Under the circumstances, this was the tamest I could get it. The 80s are coming back, right?

Coffee Break

2010-02-10T15:16:00.000-08:00

Today has been busy. So was yesterday. And the day before. The day before that was a birthday party. Fun and busy. So, even though I still have mounds of laundry to put away and the fridge is begging to be be washed, I decided to take a coffee break instead. Also because Pippin got hurt, somehow, when Cyril hit him with a toy lizard. As I comforted him he stopped and said,

"My tummy doesn't feel good". Oh great, I thought. Here comes the stomach flu. We have had lots of colds- Kateri has a nasty cough right now-but we had managed to steer clear of any throwing up. Through his sobs and tears he pitifully whimpered,

"Can I watch a movie?"

I was instantly releived.

Kateri woke up at 6:30 yesterday, stuffed and coughing. I gave her some Benadryl and as she couldn't fall back asleep, I told her she could watch a movie. The big kids got wind of it and soon we were all piled on the couch watching "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs". I had not seen it yet so I was entertained too.
So Pippin understood the exception to our no movies during the week days was in times of sickness. I was so glad I won't have to line all the beds with towels and sleep all night waiting to hear the the tell tale sounds. So I let them watch 'Despereux'. And it seemed like a perfect time for coffee and a treat. (Kateri must have sensed it. She just walked into our room saying her tooth hurts. And she has already seen the movie. I told her she can lie on the bed if she needs to.)

The days have been pretty busy. Monday we got up and got to art class by 9:00. Then Grandma took the big kids to horse lesson. The little kids and I got crickets and did some household shopping. Yesterday we had swim lessons. Today we got up and got our school work done by 10:15 so we could get to horse lessons by 11:00. It was rainy and cold so the little kids and I stayed in the car, but Audrey and Cyril were working the horses in the front so we got to watch. On the way home it seemed like a good soup day and I remembered the soup on my sister's blog and decided to make it. So then we had to stop at the store and get some ingredients. And some doughnuts. The really nice lady gave the kids heart-shaped lollipops, which made the shopping a little more pleasant. And I am excited to have some nice soup for dinner. I love how warm and cozy it makes the house smell and feel. Cozy like a coffee break. Here's to lots of coffee breaks.

Kateri does her hair.

2010-02-09T14:42:00.000-08:00

Kateri came down stairs to show off how she had done her own hair. I was pretty impressed, given that she had wrapped each rubber band several times. Each- because if you look closely, you see there are TWO pony tails.

Dear Tooth Fairy

2010-02-05T13:10:00.000-08:00

Our Tooth Fairy has been a little lazy lately. And given how often teeth are falling out over here, there is much disappointment amongst the ranks. Audrey and Cyril each lost a tooth this week. After several nights of not showing up the kids finally wrote her letters. I found these on their pillows: (Audrey wrote both. I copied her spelling. Figured I'd have better chances that way).

Dear Tooth Fairy,
I would like to keep my tooth. If you take it, I will get very sad. I didn't get to keep my first molar and if I can't get that back, I would at least like to keep my second molar.
                                           God Bless,
                                                      Love,
                                                             Audrey

PS: You owe me $10 for all the days I've had to wait.

PPS: I have another loose tooth.If you don't come tonight I'm firing you.

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I lost my tooth. I accually lost it lost it. It did fall our of my mouth but then, well, it got lost. Please leave the $ anyways.

Sincerely,
Cyril Patton

PS: If you don't beleive me, look in my mouth. Or find the tooth.

PPS: You owe me $10 for making me wait so long.

Pippin

2010-02-02T13:30:00.000-08:00

I thought, after Kateri's post, I'd dedicate a post to each one of the kids. Today is Pippin's day, and I thought I'd share some "Pippinisims".

Pips is a pretty happy boy. And, I think like most boys, pretty simple. If he wakes up to a clean pair of cammo undies in the morning, it's going to be a good day.

He loves anything army or 'miditary'. He asks for sugar coffee in the morning so he can 'wake up', and because that is what army guys drink.

He has a funny thing for arms, and uses them like some kids use their favorite toy or blankie. It gets super annoying when he comes and gets in our bed at night and I feel his hand searching for my arm. He also prefers his arms cold. Sometimes he'll ask if he can feel the other one because this one is too warm. I feel it might only be fair to warn his future wife. It really disrupts your sleep.

He is a bit of a Cassanova. Especially if a girl is showing her arms.

He likes a little girl at swim lessons. I can't blame him. She's small, cute, has big brown eyes, and dark strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a little pony tail. And she is sweet.

A few weeks ago they were coloring pages, waiting for their turns. Cyprian just stopped and stood there, looking at her. Kind of gazing into her face. Then he reached out and touched her cheek and said,

"But, um, I just love you."

He waited for her reply. Which was,

"If I remember your name when I get home, I'll write it on my friends list."

Which here mom told me later, was an honor. I don't know if she remembered.

Then last week he gave her a quarter. She was pretty impressed and went to show her mom, who I think pointed out that its not OK to accept money from a young man. Just flowers and chocolates.She gave it back and Pippin was not too crushed. I don't know what he has in mind for today, but I should probably prep him first.

And being a boy, he likes dirt, animals, and chasing. And chasing animals. He gets lots of opportunity on horse lesson days as the teacher also has chickens, geese, and a cat.

He actually shouted "I'm chasing a goose!" as he ran around the yard grinning.

The goose usually takes refuge on the other side of the fence.

He likes to help collect the dishes from the horse stalls, and last time said he was finally getting a "horse lesson" because he got to brush one of the horses.

We went shopping for show outfits. Pippin was really sad we were not getting a hat for him.

But then we found a pair of camoflauge rain boots. And all was well in the world.

Kateri takes to the stage

2010-02-01T06:58:00.000-08:00

We had a busy, wonderful weekend. Kateri had her first ballet recital. She was so excited to finally be under the bright lights. At the first performance, Shane said she was very serious and didn't smile once. I told her at the evening performance, Grandma would be watching so be sure and smile for Grandma. We sat very visibly in the second row and as soon as she saw Grandma she smiled and waved enthusiastically. Then went back to sombre.

She was a little bit surprised by the other dancers. While they seemed to think this was an opportunity to show off their herd mentality, she felt it was an time to show off her rugged individualism and "you can't make me do anything I don't want to" way of life. (She gets that from Shane)

"What is wrong with you people. Have a little spine!"

"Seriously?"

"I am very disappointed in you guys. I'm not seeing any originality."

She finally gave up and just sat down.

I was able to get a video for the second performance. Which came out pretty well for me being in near hysterics. My mother-in-law and Audrey were also in tears as we watched Kateri dance to her own choreography, timing, and the music in her head. I really don't think she go the whole group aspect thing. As Audrey said.,

"Kateri should have had her own dance."

And as Grandma pointed out, in essence she did.

You can watch her here.

She's in the back row, 3rd from the left. You can't miss her.

I found a use for the empty Snowman Cookie Box

2010-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:00

In all honesty, I should admit that I have several empty boxes. But not to worry, I also have several full ones.

Unofortunately, this first box- in all honesty, this was NOT the first box. More like the 3rd or fourth.anyway, we had another death in the family. This time our pet Bearded Dragon, Beardie. He was a good lizard. Not much trouble. Didn't eat much towards the end. Didn't move much either. Finally, he just went stiff. Shane and I discovered him first. I thought it better to let the kids get a good night's sleep. Then let them discover him in the morning. Shane thought it best to get it over with. All four kids slept in our room that night. OK. Maybe I was thinking about me, not the kids. But I seriously thought they would cope better on a full nights rest.

We looked for something to package him up in that night, but could not find a suitable coffin for him. Then I thought of the boxes. We cut a little fleece blanket for him. Lit a candle. Read some edited prayers for the deceased and went to bed. In the morning they went out bury him in the woods. Next to the other 3 lizards we've lost. Real estate is getting scarce out there. The last one we lost to a hunger strike. We're not sure what her " cause" was as she also gave up talking. And apparently drinking because she looked really dehydrated. We even had Father Joe give her a special blessing when he was here for house blessings. So far she was the only lizard who was baptized before she died. We told the kids that was what she was waiting for, as we found her dead later that night.

So, our track record for keeping pets alive is not stellar. I'm wondering when the pet store will stop selling them to us. Although, really. These are things considered pests in some places. They might even try to exterminate them. And we spend lots of money to get special cages, have lights and terrain to mimic their particular habitat, dust their crickets with calcium, sometimes tear off the legs to make them easier to catch-the crickets-, hand warm the little worms so they will wiggle to get the stalkers attention. And then we are crushed when all our efforts fail and the poor things die. Shane said it was worth the risk. Kids need to go through it. I suppose so. But three times in as many months seems a little extreme.

I did feel better when the store told us baby geckos are prone to dying. I wish we had known that before. Shane had told the kids the crested gecko was the last pet this year. Never dreaming we would lose two in two weeks. Needless to say, he is already telling the kids to research what we should fill the empty cage with. I'm thinking maybe a turtle.

In other news, Kateri pulled off a stunning outifit, combining her love for ballet, shooting things, and sparkly shoes in one look. She was actually on her way to her performance rehearsal. Shane made me tame her hair a bit before he took her. It sort of worked.

And speaking of hair, Pippin decided to take the matter of his bangs into his own hands. I will buzz the rest soon. When I get some time.

The Best Odyssey and Captain Gavin

2010-01-20T08:29:00.000-08:00

I've added the link for The Best Odyssey. Gavin's a great writer- and sailor, and even chef on occasions-updates are always fun to read and of course the pictures are amazing. If you do read some posts he does ocassionally swear, like a sailor. We were there for this trip. Shane was there for this and this , and this one. And this one sounded, well, awful. But I guess not all trips are sandy beaches, fair weather, and a bottle of rum. But they do make good stories.

Let it Snow

2010-01-19T13:53:00.000-08:00

Well, not really snow. Not with our very clement weather. However, I did want to introduce, if you have not already discovered them, Trader Joe's Snowmen Cookies.

They are super tasty, super cute, nice and buttery goodness. And they come in a really cute box that I am saving for putting special things in. It was too cute to throw away after I, I mean We, ate all the cokies. I was a little bummed that I did not find them until the end of the season. I went back the next week and they were gone, not to return until next December. I even asked and the guy suggested the Windmill cookies as a substitute. They were not the same at all.

So I was really happy and surprised when Shane walked in from work bearing the colorful box. He had stopped at the Samammish Trader Joe's and found one. Along with some black truffle flat bread and other tasty treats. I put them in the pantry to save for after dinner and he went out to get the other bag of groceries. Which contained this:

Minus the three kids. He said he couldn't fit any more in his basket. I pointed out they do have carts there. But I suppose its good not to be too greedy.

We were all pretty happy. Plus he picked up some dark chocolate covered pomegranite seeds. He definitely knows the way to my heart. Maybe they can last until December. Or maybe just until Lent starts.

Anyway, if you can find the Snowmen, I highly recommend picking some up. If not, drop me a note. We're always up for a tea party. Or coffee. Regular, or decaf.

Speaking of other tasty things, we were, weren't we? This morning I had to get Audrey up early to finish her math and kitchen chore. I thought that would be more memorable than stay up past bed time to do it. Mondays are a little busy. But I convinced her to jump out of bed for Dutch Babies. My kids love them- except Kateri- and since they are basically scrambled eggs with lots of butter and sugar, its nice way to give them protein in the morning. They are really tasty with powdered sugar and some lemon.

Dutch Babies 1 8x8 pan- I double this for a 9x13

Place 1/2 stick butter in glass pan. Put in oven to preheat to 425.

While butter is melting beat with a mixer or in blender
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup flour
3 eggs

When batter is smooth and slighty fluffy, pour into pan and bake for 10-12 min.

A big pan serves us for breakfast, plus a snack after lunch for me.

After I loaded the pictures this morning I found lots of these:

What? I didn't mention we have yet another critter to feed?

This one is an eyelashed-crested-gecko. Her name is Dawn, named after the nice lady at the pet store who sold her to us. We bought her the day the kids found their leopard gecko had expired. It really helped to distract them and after the funeral they hardly cried. Maybe its getting to be old hat. This kind is supposed to be hardier. I have to say she is a little cuter and since she is super sticky, a little more fun to watch play around. However she does jump and we have had a few scares thinking we lost her. Which is why the kids are not supposed to take her out of the cage. Which they obviously did for this photo shoot. And video.

And of course you cannot house them with the other gecko, the one that has not died yet, so Shane picked out a nice fancy cage and all kinds of ornamentations for her. I'll put a picture up of our reptilian zoo, which used to be Cyril's bedroom. After I clean out the cages.

As for my spellcheck, a nice lady gave me some advice. However we don't useGoogle or Chrome, I would be so excommunicated. But I'm sure IE has it. I'll just have to ask Shane. I do like the nice pictures on Bing. Its fun to try and figure out where they before I click to find out. So hopefully, the misspellings will end soon.

My Next Act of Heresy

2010-01-18T19:16:00.000-08:00

This was not one of my resolutions, but it seemed like a good idea. We actually had switched accidentally to decaf for awhile. Neither of us noticed. When we started on our new routine, I thought it might be good to go back to regular beans. But then, as I am supposed to drink and extra 54 oz of water a day for my medication, meaning I also had to get rid of the excess water every day, I thought it might be good to not have caffeine messing with my hydration and decided after my first cup of regular, I'd switch to decaf the rest of the day. I used to laugh at decaf coffee. It was neutered. Like vodka without the alcohol. But I used to be able to spell too.

I decided to start using my crockpot more too. It is nice to throw some things in in the morning, and have dinner ready when Shane gets home. Especially on days when we have activities during the day. On Mondays the big kids have art lessons at 9:00. Right from there we go to the horse lady's house where Audrey and Cyril help take care of 5 miniature horses and Kateri and Pippin chase chickens. Which means we don't even get to math and reading until 2:00. So it is extra nice to throw a chicken and some spices in at 7:00am and have it all done around 3pm. Today was my first time doing a whole chicken. I used some black beans, canned tomatoes, onions, green onions, and some taco seasonings. Then I picked all the meat off and we had it in bowls with sour cream and cheddar cheese and toasted tortillas. It was pretty tasty, though Cyril was bummed there was no crispy skin.

This was a beef brisket. It was good, though a little on the spicy side. I only used 3/4 of the pepper, but it was just fine. I'm glad I didn't try for the two the recipe called for. It was pretty tasty, espicially with the fresh cilantro. I might like to try another cut of meat next time, maybe pork. I couldn't find the right sized brisket so had to get one that was packaged for corned beef. I didn't add the spice pack it came with, but the meat come out a different texture than I was expecting. The sauce was really tasty though.

I would like to try more recipes. Let me know if you have any you've tried and liked.

And I do apologize, I'm still trying to locate the spell check

Some Changes

2010-01-15T15:54:00.000-08:00

We made some New Year's Resolutions, and so far we are doing very well. We decided it would work better if we had some resolutions that involved the other person so to help us be more accountable and to have a partner and support team. Sounds like marriage to me.
We chose for our theme "self-mastery" or not being a slave to your passions and instead doing what you really do want to do/acheive/become.

Our main resolution, which I think makes all the other ones work, is to get up early. A thing which I was brought up to beleive to be a sacreleige. We just don't do it. And I didn't. For the last 12 yrs. Although I always had "the baby didn't sleep well or had to nurse 50 times last night" as an excuse. Which I still think is totally valid. But in my case it was also a lot of laziness.

Since I can't use those exact excuses anymore, though I did try to come up with new ones, I, or we, have decided getting up early is crucial in making any changes we want to this year.

So now our days, for the most part go like this:

4:15 Shane gets up, says prayers, and works out
5:30 I get up and pack his lunch and make coffee
5:45 he leaves
I say my morning prayers, shower, unload the dishwasher, put on a load of laundry, have breakfast

7:00 turn on all the lizards lights and feed them. Get the kids up and feed them breakfast. Have my second cup of coffee.

8:00 we start math and reading with the big kids. Sometimes we finish by 9:00. Audrey does her French. Sometimes Cyril does too, but I'm wary of him abusing the record/play back feature on the program. He is a little boy who likes to make gross noises. Especially if he can play them back.

10:00-10:30 sort laundry , assign random chores- I need to make a regular schedule

10:30 everyone is ready for lunch and maybe more coffee. Pippin says he needs his sugar coffee so he won't be tired. I wonder what I am teaching my kids. I load and start the dishwasher.

After lunch the kids can play and I get in a little exercise, then unload the dishwasher. And if I'm really fast get to check email and blogs. Shane usually gets home around 4, depending on traffic and meetings.

5:00 dinner then clean up and baths. Then read/play until bed time. I load the dishwasher and turn it on for the second time
8:00 Kids in bed.
M, W, F Shane and I do an ab workout. Tue and Thur we each do a French lesson. We're thinking of doing it more often but for now we have comitted to 2x a week.
9:00 or close to it, we go to bed.

Shane, very wisely, also made some rewards for keeping on track. Each week we have checked off all our boxes- it really is fun to do that part- we can watch a movie or show on Saturday evening. And if we are good for an entire month, we can go on a little date. The rewards definitely keep me motivated. Oh, and Shane has some work stuff and I get to read The 8th Habit, which so far is pretty useful.

Thinking through how to make it work for us also helped in motivating the kids. The first two weeks we did stars for getting up and going to bed nicely. Stars for doing school work and house work well. Etc. When they earned a certain number - 100, collectively- they got the new marble set Papa had gotten them. And each week they did their school work cheerfully, they also got a movie or game time on Saturday.- We also stopped any shows, computer games for the kids on the week days. One exception was a BBC production on Yellowstone, which we all watched for 15min an evening. It is actually part of their curriculum. We want to go there in the fall and would like the kids to learn/reseach all about the park first.

So that is our day. The first Saturday felt strange, not having such a rigid schedule and the morning felt lazy. WE slepped in until almost 7. But we do a workout Sat and Sun so it doesn't feel too unproductive.

Like getting up early, having a schedule was also something I resisted. I hated having even a doctor or dentist appointment to make my "schedule" less agile. I called it "agile". I'm available for whatever opportunity comes along that day. Which usually ended up being really productive things like reading Isaac Asimov and eating Snickers ice cream bars while the kids played in the kitty pool.
Shane called it refusing to grow up and actually have a plan for my days/life.

So here we are 12 yrs later. And we have a plan. And I did read some Orson Scott Card recently. But in moderation and without the icecream. It was too cold.
I found I actually like having a schedule. I get so much more done and have so much more time. It's great feeling like I can accomplish things and am even thinking of adding on some new things next month, And I like earning rewards.

Oh, and does anyone know where spellcheck went? I can't find it. Which, for being a spelling snob before, I totally deserve. As do I my recent and prolific grammar mistakes. I finally came to rely on the spellchecker. And now its gone.

The Hallmark of a Homeschooler

2010-01-14T10:22:00.000-08:00

I stopped by QFC on my way home from a hair appointment. It was nice to shop alone . But I'm so used to being inquisitioned until I don't even know what I came for, that I was still able to forget some of the items I had stopped to pick up.

At the checkout the nice lady we see quite often, asked where the kids were. I said they were at home with Auntie.

"You homeschool, right?"

"Yes, we do."

"I can always tell when kids are homeschooled. My roommate's brother was homeschooled, and it just shows."

I wondered what the give away was. Cyril did go through that phase of tucking all his shirts in. Including sweatshirts. And Kateri's hair usually looks unkepmt. But she has really crazy hair. Their shoes usually match, and they don't wear tennis shoes. Cyril does get holes in his knees often, but I just got him 6 new pairs of jeans. They usually interact and converse with the baggers, so I think they come off as socially adept.

The lady smiled,

"They are always so nice. Like my roommate's brother. He's 21 now, and he's just the nicest kid. They just seem like realy great kids."

I was glad that was her impression of homeschooled kids. Hopfully I won't ruin that for her. I did cut Cyril's hair and we've been working on Kateri's. And Cyril's sweatsuit doesn't fit anymore. I think we're ok.

Then and Now

2010-01-08T07:17:00.000-08:00

I was reflecting back on the last year, especially as it pertained to kids and school and Cyril, and I was amazed at how different things are this year. We were sitting down doing phonogram dictation, after we'd already finished math, and there he was getting 100%, sitting nicely in his chair, holding his pencil properly, and being 100% cooperative. That last one was the major accomplishment. I think just being really "ready" made a huge difference. I remember last year most of our attempts would end in tears, sometimes for both of us. We made very little progress. This year, he is cruising through the lessons, retaining everything, and it is actually very enjoyable. Although he still likes math better. It is very wonderful to have thought this day would never come and, and now here it is. He's growing up. And not just acedemically. I've been thinking more about the next 9 years and what we want to have accomplished and be working on by then. I think the recent progress and the new routines- more about that later- have given us the knowledge that the sky's the limit. I'm excited to take on the New Year, with all our Resolutions, and to enjoy all the opportunities it affords. I will write down what we are doing, but on of my resolutions is to get the kids up early and now is the time.

Iguana cake by Grandma Trudy. We passed on the live ones though Cyril was willing to give up his entire room for its habitat. We got him to go with a remote controlled helicopter instead.

Biting off way more than he can chew. He loves seafood, but even this was way too much. The rest will be dinner for him tonight. And the other kids as well.

Christ Is Baptized

2010-01-06T07:05:00.000-08:00

Today is the feast of the Baptism of Our Lord, or Theophany, and Cyril's birthday. It's amazing to think it was 9 years ago, and I still remember all the details of that day.

We had been waiting from him to arrive since Dec 28th, thinking maybe he'd be early and we'd have a Nativity baby. We didn't. Then we thought he might share my brother Kevin's birthday on the 30th. He didn't. We thought he at least might come in time to be a millenium baby and for a 2000 tax deduction.Nope. I finally gave up waiting and just carried on. And on. Shane brought home a new trick to try every day. So and so said his wife drank this tea. Mexican did the trick for so and so's wife. I tried them all. Actually, the Mexican might have done the trick. It was a Saturday and we had gone down to visit my parents and eat at the restaurant we frequented when we were dating. A Mexican restaurant called Maya's on Rainier. We ate and visited and my lower back started to ache. My mom gave me a hot wated bottle which felt great. So great she let me keep it for the ride home, or actually to Costco, and then home. Once we were home we debated going to Vespers that evening. But we decided to go in the morning instead. Finally at 8:30 the contractions started. Not a gradual warming up first. Serious 'you're in labor' contractions. Shane called the midwife and I went to take a shower. A little later we got a call from Heike saying she was paged but she was in Kentucky. They were supposed to have paged Allie. So we called again and requested they call Allie. Allie called and Shane filled her in on all the details. I said I wanted to push. Allie said go ahead, she was on her way.

It was so nice to be at home and not have the stupid belt to monitor contractions. Like you need a machine to tell you you just got hit by a Mack truck. With Audrey, Shane would watch the monitor and tell me 'ok here comes a contraction' until I made it very clear I already knew and didn't need/want to be told. It must be hard for the husbands to not really have anything to do. Shane has learned to just do what I ask him to- rub my lower back and catch the baby, then bring me something to eat. And I have learned to be more thoughtful of my words since then. And also to not have our babies in the hospital.

My water had still not broken by the time Allie arrived. Finally she offered to break it. I said sure. A few contractions later, at precisely 10:30 pm Cyril arrived, fist first like Superman. Our own little revelation from above. Allie said had it not been for his flying stance he probably would have arrived before she did. Audrey woke up just before he was born, and Grandma Trudy had come to help already and was there to meet him.

It was a sleepy time for everyone and after a tasty and necessary snack, we all cozied in the bed and went to sleep.

Cyril was a very good baby. Fat and happy. He never missed a meal or snack and soon earned himself the nick name "Chubbs". We sang about him being more chubby than the chububim and beyond comparison more squishy than the seraphim. Or something like that. Occasionally he still gets called Chubbs.

It is amazing to see him grow, to watch him learn about and pursue the things he is passionate about. And to facilitate in his maturing and growing experiences. Which lately has involved pets. Since losing our first gecko, we have acquired two leopard geckos and a Bearded Dragon. For his birthday he asked for an iguana. As his room already smells like a pet store we figured 'why not'. He doesn't know yet but after we get our school work done we are going to the pet store to get the habitat and iguana. Tonight he asked to go out for seafood so we will have dinner along with Grandma and Grandpa and one of Grandma's wonderful cakes. Because every feast day deserves a feast.

Sorry I Asked.....sort of

2009-12-21T16:10:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was our 12th anniversary. Shane was feeling a little under the weather so we had a low key family day at home building K'Nex and playing "Gold fish" as Kateri calls it. It's always fun playing with her and Cyprian. She gets the game and is pretty good. Pippin, when asked if he has a Jack says "No, but I have a three and a four" and usually announces the new card he has fished out of the pile. But that is fun too. As have been the last 12 years.

So the other night, we were getting into bed and I asked Shane,

"Why did you want to marry me?"

He looked surprised.

"Why did I want to marry you? Because I loved you."

"But why? What did you like about me?"

I wasn't looking for an ego boost or anything. I was just really curious. I mean I know what I was like back then. I wasn't really very nice. I was kind of moody. If I didn't
get fed often enough I was*not a nice word.* When I think back I really wondered what he was attracted to. And what made him not run away.

He paused.

"I don't know. I never really thought about it. I just loved you. I couldn't help it or change it. It just is."

He paused again.
"I mean I guess I'd have to think about it. Maybe if you gave me couple days I could write up a paper or something. But I've never thought about why."

I started laughing. I had only asked for fun but I was sure he could come up with something. He was acting like I had asked him what his favorite Martian dish was.

"I don't really think in details. I'm a big picture person so when you ask for details its hard for me to say. Let's turn it around. What would you say if I asked you the same question?"

I leaned up on my elbow and looked at him. I rattled off a list of things I like,

"I like the way you laugh, your sense of humor. I appreciate your work ethic. The way you would interact with my nephews and siblings, and now our kids. Your honesty, your thoughtfulness, your character."

He looked pleased and said,

"Wow. This is nice. Keep going."

I stopped.

"I could go on. But its your turn. Does hearing some of my list help?"

"A little."

I waited.

Expectantly.

Finally he came up with this gem.

"I love all the potential you have. I know sometimes you say you can't or have some excuse for why not. But I know you are capable of a lot more than you think you are.'

He delivered it like it was really something.

I wrinkled my nose.

"So you loved me for my potential. Like a lump of coal could someday be a diamond. Hmm. I don't think I'd have ever guessed that."

I was still laughing when he turned out the light.

"I like that you like to read," he offered as a parting gift.

It's been a great 12 yrs and I look forward to the next dozen. And the next. And to someday achieving my potential. I didn't ask what he thought that might look like. That would much too detailed.

I don't know why the date is wrong as today is the 28th. Oh well. I had to ask for help getting my keyboard to work. Of course he just pushed one button and then tried to explain why it worked when he did it. I don't really care about the details as long as it works. And it gives him something useful to do. Besides taking out the garbage.

We're Back

2009-12-21T12:04:00.001-08:00

Somehow the pictures got all re-arranged but I'm too tired to fix them right now. So in no particular order, here are some photos of out trip to Bora Bora. The Four Season's Resort was absolutely amazing and I've never been so spoiled in my life, except by my husband. After getting home I had to get used to sitting down without someone immediately offering me ice water, or menu, or both. The staff was incredible and I could fill up several posts, and I probably will, raving about how nice they, and the resort were. But for now... These little huts were sprinkled around the pool. If you got near one a staff member rushed over to set up the towels and fluff the pillows and another would bring ice water and ask if you needed anything else. They were pretty cozy and one day we did sit and have lunch in one. They would have been great for naps, but there was so much we wanted to do we actually never slept during the days.

This was our last swim out side our bungalow, it was a modest 1,100 sq ft- the size of our first house- and so cozy. The water was about 8-10 feet off the deck so we would start the mornings with a little swim before breakfast. Some days Shane would swim to the shore and then run back for a morning work out. It was too far for me so I'd shower and wait for him to jog back- which was a little ways. But just enough to prepare us for breakfast.

Our dinner at La Villa Mahana was incredible and also warrants its own post as we took pictures of every course. And each one was amazing. Definitely on the not cheap side- the girl's menu doesn't even have prices. But like I've read on the travel sites, if you are looking for a deal on Bora Bora, you're on the wrong island. I guess that would apply to all of French Polynesia. The dinner was incredible. Shane had the foie gras as one of his courses and it was so yummy.

The mountain was so pretty and every time you saw it you had to take a picture because oh, its raining on the mountain. Now the sun is shining on it. Now the sun is setting. You never got tired of admiring it. Shane wanted to hike it as far as you could go. I wanted to sit in the pool and have a kiwi mojito. I guess we'll leave the hike for another time. along with para sailing. Our appointment got cancelled do to wind conditions. But were able hike around the ocean side of the resort and snorkel in the lagoons so there was no lack of activities to fill the time.

We had a very good Chateneuf du Pape with our dinner. It was nice to have 5 courses to go with it. And it went with all of them. Very well.

We went on the shark and ray snorkel which was too cool. The first day we were there, Shane was snorkeling off our deck and found a sting ray. So of course he had to come back and get his camera on a stick and go play Steve Irwin. I was very glad to hear from our snorkel guide that they are actually very friendly and if you don't scare or step on them they won't bother you. However, when they cover the floor like a carpet and then come swimming at you trying to climb up your chest its hard to not take a step. They are very heavy and could knock down a little kid easily. So I stayed close to Shane and grabbed on to him if I needed to.

Shane thought they were super cute and cooed and talked to them like they were little puppy dogs. They lapped it up, much like a puppy dog, as he stroked their heads with half a bait fish. He eventually let them eat it. It really was unbelievable. The reef sharks were there too. But they were not playful at all.

The camera had a spot of water on the lens, but we were surrounded by begging sting rays. We had to wait for a path to clear before we could make it back to the boat. It was hard to say good- bye to the little guys. Well actually not so little.

We had a nice sandy beach to play on, and the resort is growing coral in the lagoons. There were already a wide assortment of sea creatures, but in a few years when the coral is bigger it will be even more amazing.

We had a little gecko join us for dinner one evening. He just sat there on our table for the longest time. Then he blew a bubble- I think that means he liked us- and stayed until the waitress almost but the bill on top of him. I was releived to see he found his way off the table via Shane's leg. We wanted to bring him home too. Along with a sting ray.

All in all it was an amazing time. We met some neat people and neat animals. Had some divine meals. Exquisite service. And not too bad of a sun burn. Our five year plan it to all learn french and take teh whole family on a trip. The resort had tons of activities for kids with a supervised facility for younger ones. And an entire area for teens with a pool table, foosball table, couches, computers and games. I think once the kids get older, can swim better, and learn some french it would be an amazing place to take them. And we'd enjoy it too.

Deck The Halls- or Anyone Can Decorate

2009-12-03T14:35:00.001-08:00

I know I'm not a decorator. My Spartan rooms and bare walls are a testimony to the fact that I lack much vision for artistically arranging pretty much anything, and I accept that. But today I decided that to take our minds off the loss of Draca, we would decorate the kids' rooms for Christmas. And I thought it would ease the move back into their bedrooms, which I think everyone taking care of the kids this week will appreciate.

And I figured with pine garlands and white lights, how hard could it be? We put on some Christmas music and I set to work untangling the lights from last year. After 15 min I looked and had about 3 feet of usable lights. Not to be discouraged I kept untwisting away, Kateri keeping me company. The other kids got bored and went away. But armed with my light strand, some nails-sorry Shane- and a garland I nailed and twisted my way to a Candy Cane Lane Masterpiece.

And when I was done, I stepped back and realized, I was right. I'm horrible at this.

The picture is a little blurry, but that actually improved the look as you can't see extra wires and such sticking our here and there. Not to be discouraged, I descended on Kateri's room. I decided to forgo the garland as it was really time consuming, and prickly. But the strand was a little long for just her window and after wrapping it back and forth a few times I still had a big wad of twinkling lights. I thought, duh, make a wreath of lights. So I scrunched them up, added another nail- sorry again, Shane-and I was done.

Kateri took one look and declared it looked "all tangled". Then she ran and threw herself face down on our bedroom floor, crying. Putting the beds back together is next on my list. I'm not sure what she had envisioned but I'd think any little girl would be excited to have Christmas lights on their walls. I might even do my room next.

She got over it and I comforted her with the knowledge that Grandma and Auntie Courtney, who have very good taste and very generous hearts, are going to help decorate next week. She was a little consoled and I think tonight when she gets in bed and sees the sparkly lights she'll be pleased. At least long enough to fall asleep in her own bed.

I can't take credit for this one. Kateri decided put up the banister garlands by herself. I think it kind of gives the look of a jungle Christmas or an abandoned building being explored by Indian Jones. Or something like that. So far no one has tried swinging Tarzan style from the balcony, and I took down the long piece that stretched all the way across the banister, threatening to clothesline Shane on his way down in the morning. I did envision it happening- see I have some vision, and it was really funny, but I thought it was in the Christmas spirit to take it down. And I think that might make up for all the nail holes.

Photo shoot- by Kateri

2009-12-03T11:10:00.000-08:00

I took a few, meaning 4, pictures and was shocked when I went to download them and found there were over 100 pictures on the card. Browsing through them all it was pretty obvious who the photographer was. This was one of my pictures. Kateri decided last night to "organize" the pantry. I hate it when she does that because I can't find anything afterwards and have to ask her where the chicken broth etc. is. Maybe that's why she does it. But I don't want to discourage her from helping around the house and I think in time she will be a very good organizer. Although I was a little taken aback when she emerged from the pantry for a moment and announced,

"I'm not doing this for you. Its for Grandma, when she comes over."

I guess I"ll take what I can get for now.

Anticipating a trip to Grandma's, she had two bags packed by the front door, complete with her Christmas stocking. And when Shane and I were searching for the camera this morning she reached deep into her backpack and pulled it out. Complete with her latest photo journal.

She likes to go around and ask people to make a funny face, which everyone is happy to do.

Cousin Jonah was happy to oblige too.

I think this one might be for her room remodel plans. I'm not sure if this is the before or after picture.

This one was pretty good of our new Gecko, though I fear what she might have done to get it to cooperate.

A little Christmas arrangement she did in her room.

Proof she had an accomplice.

"Pizza on a Pillow"

Ahhh the life of an artist!

End Of Life Decisions

2009-12-02T10:45:00.000-08:00

I don't think you're ever really ready to make them. And even if you do plan ahead, they can still catch you off guard. I certainly felt caught off guard yesterday. I wrestled all afternoon with the options. I called Shane for help. I tried to comfort and prepare the kids when the outcome seemed apparent. But even then we were faced with choices.

Draca had developed a prolapse. We decided to take her to the vet in the morning, but in the morning it was even worse and we knew she wouldn't make it. Cyril went to the icon corner to pray for her, I was praying for Cyril. We had to decide between letting her slowly die or ending her pain. Would it be more painful for the kids to see her go slowly or to end it quickly. I admit I was tempted to just end it myself and end the kids' and her suffering. But then I wondered how the kids would feel if they found out mom had done in their gecko.

In the end Shane talked to Cyril and Cyril decided it would be best to let her go. Shane gave him a beautiful carved box he brought back from India and we made a little blanket and pillow for her. Cyril had decided the hibernation/freezing option seemed kindest, so I cleared a space for the box and we processed to the fridge.

I took the little kids to use the big kids swim lessons and Shane stayed home to assist in the burial. When we got home they were just leaving to the pet store to look for a new gecko. I cleaned out the cage and ordered pizza for dinner. In a little while they were back with a baby gecko. She/he was the most active of the bunch and the kids immediately agreed it was the one. They picked out some new housing for it and new flooring. We got it all set up and he settled in nicely. They are going to name it Draca if its a girl and Draco if its a boy. WE should be able to tell in the next few months.

The mourning continues today and I don't think we'll try to get any work done. But the kids are planning how to celebrate the new gecko's first Christmas and hopefully over time they'll be able to smile and enjoy the new pet. And I'll be praying this new one lives a long and healthy life.

Watch Your Back, Iron Chef

2009-11-23T18:18:00.001-08:00

I'm afraid there is no competition worthy of Kateri. While I was doing some very important research , really, on the internet, Kateri found the package of ground turkey I had thawed for hamburgers. And decided to make tacos intstead. But she also knew Pippin liked potatoes, so sh boiled some new potatoes. After exhausting all the websites I could I find, I emerged to find her cooking two-fisted. The turkey was just about done and she was ready to drain and whip the potatoes.
I did help her adjust the seasonings of the taco meat, there was a little too much cinnamon-sugar.

That might have been Pippin's fault as he was "helping" a little. We added some taco spices and it came out tasting kind of like a Moroccan taco. But it was tasty.

I might add that this was after she vacuumed the up-stairs, cleaned the bathroom, and put on a load of laundry. All without me asking her to , or her asking for help.

The kids have all been into cooking lately. Audrey made french toast for everyone last week for break fast. Cyril likes to make hashbrowns and they can all make "egg in a nest" too.

I"ll talk about my important research later. Shane's home and it's time for tacos.

Update

2009-11-19T18:30:00.000-08:00

La Villa Mahana was booked on the 11th. But we got a table on the 12th. Yeah! I'm thinking a white dress. Maybe.

I did not see this one coming!

2009-11-18T13:54:00.000-08:00

Two weeks ago:

Shane tells me he has a surprise for me. In December.

I ask for hints. He says "No" he'll tell me the day before we leave.

OK. So we're going somewhere.

I ask what I'll need to be prepared.

He says he'll tell me what to pack the day before.

A few days later he says he'll tell me on the way to the airport. For now, just have my passport and bathing suit ready. He says he's already arranged for the kids. So we're flying and will be gone at least over night.

I think,' we did a trip already this year'. Either my kids aren't as difficult as I thought, people are crazy, or just really, really nice. Or all three. Any way, thanks to everyone for making this possible and way to keep a secret. I guess he's been planning it for awhile. Though apparently he did not disclose location and even let out some misleading information in the event of a slip up.

I rule out New York. He knows I don't like the cold much. I think maybe Hawaii- we still had a credit for the messed up flight on our way to Palau.

Then I think of Mexico. That would be warm too. He gives me two hints. Its not Mexico. Its not Hawaii. I think maybe the Carribean, but don't say anything. Then I also think any place with a hotel could have a hot tub. Requiring a bathing suit. And it would be like Shane to give me crazy misleading clues.

I ash him how long we'll be gone, and if I'll miss a cooking class.

He says 6 days. And yes. I'll miss a class. He says he doesn't want me to think or worry about anything. Just plan on a relaxing time.

I immediately think of planes crashing, orphaned children, snorkel kinks while night swimming etc. Then I think I need a new suit as my other one is not that comfortable.

Shane can't help himself and decides to show me some edited pictures. I get a three second look while he covers up the side bar and URL. I take in more than he thought I would, but still don't guess it. He covers up even more of the pictures. I get to see three or four, but they are all of insides so there is no geography to go on.

The insides are paneled walls and have a sort of NorthWest feel. But that would not require a plane. If we really are going on a plane.

Finally, Shane can't take it. He usually gives me Christmas presents early because "you might like to have it now". And he was agonizing over some of the decisions he needed to make and couldn't ask for my input. I know Shane is a bit extreme, and when he says he thought of a cool vacation, and then thought even cooler, and then took it to the extreme cool and came up with this ,I was still floored.

Then I was scared and running through all the bad scenarios- Hungarians are ridiculous I tell you-and Shane was wondering if he should have told me. But after a good night sleep, and some good tea time at Tirzah's, I felt better and was able to embark on fine tuning some of the details.

Shane would like to go para sailing. Together. And do a snorkel on the ocean side. And maybe a helicopter tour. Oh, and jet skis. I was sort of surprised sky diving was not on his list.

I did some reading and put this on our list. Generally they recommend a 3 month advance reservation. But I called our hotel and she said she could arrange something. They only have 6-8 tables and only serve that many couples an evening. I said we'd like the 11th but will take any night they have available. Maybe I'll need a new dress too?

I got a new swim suit. I remembered an article where the woman said she had a terrible time trying to fit into the fashions of Audrey Hepburn that were all the rage. Until she realized she was more of a Sophia Loren type figure. Well I'm kind of a shorter, stretched and saggy version of Audrey Hepburn, so I decided to go with something that doesn't try to re-shape, prop up, or pretend something is there when its actually somewhere else. I still have to do some tailoring but I think it should work.

And I even took a swim lesson for some practice and tips. He said as long as I didn't panic, I'd be fine. But when I swim at night, in deep water, far from the shore- I panic. Luckily the lagoon is 4-8 feet in most places and I'm not sure we'll do much night swimming. Just after one lesson I was ravenous for hours. I'm afraid with my terribly inefficient metabolism I'll have to go on the Michael Phelps diet for a month. And practice mindful eating. Meaning be mindful that I EAT. Lots and often. I can easily get distracted or busy and then by dinner I wonder why I feel exhausted and grumpy and don't have energy to work out or vacuum, or be nice to anyone. That's why I prefer weights to cardio work outs. Which I should work on for the next few weeks.

And get the Christmas plans going too. I did some shopping on Sunday and got the kids their Christmas jammies, the girls dresses, and a couple extra things. Hooray for Amazon. I'll just find all the art supplies we wanted and get it ordered. Soon. Last year we had such inclement weather it disrupted deliveries. It has been windy here lately, but I'm sure its nothing Mr Postman can't handle. I did order sunscreen so that it would come in time.

And I've got to keep the kids on track so we don't get behind in school stuff as well. And I guess I should clean out the fridge before Thursday. And while I'm at it, I'd like to find some jeans that don't try to turn me into a Bratz doll. But right now I think I need a snack.

I did do weights with Shane, after he did the cardio without me. And then I slept really well, woke up early, and am looking forward to doing another work out tonight. He has the P90X work out DVDs, which are nice because they are varied and I can use lighter weights or do less reps and we can still work out together. Unless its cardio. Or anything with jumping. I have a hard time not migrating into him or the bookshelves if I do jumping jacks. So weights really are safer for me. And Shane. I should have a snack to get prepared for it.

Guess Who's Swimming?

2009-11-18T11:57:00.001-08:00

Kateri and Pippin have been asking every week, when they can sign up for swim lessons. Well we missed some lessons because of colds and I was told I could use them for for any registered swimmer. And since you only pay registration for the first two swimmers, I went ahead and registered the other kids.
They were so excited on their lesson day. Pippin was madly tearing the house apart looking for his Curious George swim shorts. He couldn't find them and settled for his plain blue ones. Kateri found her suit and put it on right after breakfast, though lessons were not until 3:45

Pippin tried on the different goggles while Kateri had her lesson. Kateri loved it- shocking- and fearlessly jumped in from the side and put her head under water. Pippin said he didn't like the swimming part because his face got wet. But he did like the "black float". I think for now they will just pick up the other kids missed lessons. I'm not sure I can get a regular spot for them and arriving at 3:45 was too early. The parking lot was jammed with buses and parents picking up their kids. We were almost late just because of parking. But the big kids are learning a lot, and it wears them out. Cyril asked if we could stop at QFC and get a whole chicken for dinner after lessons. We stopped. And got two.

Our Newest Member

2009-11-08T19:51:00.001-08:00

This is Draca. At first she was Draco. Then the kids did some reading and investigating, and found out "she" is a girl. I didn't ask for details but they changed her name and now they are plotting to get a Draco so they can have little Dracettes. We're thinking she is a little young yet.

The kids were thrilled when we brought her home. Cyril- whose room she stays in- was sure he wouldn't get any sleep that first night as he's probably have to get up a lot to check on her. She has shed once already and seems happy in her new home. She is pretty low maintenance, aside from having to buy and feed her crickets. Its more difficult to keep the crickets alive. But the kids are happy with their pet. I'm happy she doesn't bark, shed hair, or need a litter box. Pippin is a little upset he doesn't have his own gecko. I'm sure this will just be the beginning of the pet years, but so far so good.

Surprise Vacation

2009-10-27T13:11:00.000-07:00

So Shane took us on our surprise vacation last week end. I was very good and did not tell the kids where we were going, once I figured it out. The morning after Shane got home, and the day we were leaving, he asks if they are all packed to go to Leavenworth. They might have figured out on the drive anyway. But they were ready and excited.
The cabin was a little ways out near a little town called Plain. It was a pretty drive and the leaves were turning and we had brought everything we'd need for a cozy fall week end. We stopped in Leavenworth and ice cream, pet a horse, listened to some music, and tried some not so great wine. Although first we had lunch with some tasty Icicle Ale.

We stopped and got two decks of cards and the kids used them all week end. I went down to check on them in the morning and the three older kids were sitting up on the top bunk playing "Go Fish". I love when they all can play together.

There was lots of silliness too.

And hot tubbing.

There was even some snow for the boys to drive their new trucks in. Shane had brought RC trucks for both boys from "New York" or more like the hobby store down the road. He said he couldn't find anything on his trip for them. He did get the girls some jewelry. One of Kateri's ear holes grew over so she can only wear one earring. But the look kind of suits her.

We had a great time and it was very restful once I got some sleep. The first night I was nervous because the three big kids were downstairs in the bunk beds and you just wonder when they are going to wake up and forget where they are so you sleep lightly waiting for a sound. Sure enough,first I heard them calling. Then I heard them crying. Both times I jumped violently-Shane who was sleeping says-and then got confused with the lock on the door so Shane had to get up and do it for me. And both time it was still and quiet on the other side of the door. Or on the outside of my head.

The second night was better as I was exhausted from the first night. Luckily, I had Kateri to help with the cooking. She is really, no surprises here, amazing. We unloaded all our things into the house and when I came in to the kitchen to unload the cooler, found Kateri had already done it. She helped cook too. One night we were playing go fish, boys against girls, and I decided to add a penalty. Losers had to do the dishes. Kateri cheerfully piped up,

"I'll do the dishes!"

The boys cheated first. We won. And I did the dishes.

All in all a good time.

Another Birthday

2009-10-19T11:33:00.001-07:00

Audrey turned 11 on Sunday. It's hard to believe she is that old. We're almost in the teens!

I'm guessing she wished for a horse or a dog. A Husky, as that is her favorite lately. Although she likes wolves too. She has decided Jack London is her favorite author, for right now, and has been reading his books. She thought it was really neat when she saw a wine at QFC with a wolf on the label. It was called Jack London. I'll have to get it some time just so she can have the empty bottle.

She did get webkinz husky from Grandma and Grandpa, and Shane surprised her at the cabin with another stuffed dog. Poor substitutes for the real thing, but a lot cleaner and quieter.

The kids. Kateri's hair has not gotten any tamer- or smaller. I think she might be due for another thinning.

We had a great time on our vacation and we have lots of pictures but I'll post those later as I'm a little behind on my day right now. It's always hard adjusting to coming home.

Auditions

2009-10-14T13:54:00.000-07:00

The ballet studio was holding auditions for "Clara". Kateri didn't really get what auditions were and thought of it as just another ballet class. I left Shane and the kids home and we headed to the studio. She was excited it was just two of us. I had brought my book and she asked if I was going to come in. I said I'd like to see her dance. She paused thinking of how to get rid of me,

"But you could just drop me off. Because that would be more, like, realistic. Don't you think?"

Maybe realistic in the sense she's probably told the other girls she drives herself to ballet. I did go in, but, as it turned out parents were not allowed to watch from inside the studio. So I took my book, Ender's Game, and went next door and had taquitos while I finished it. It was quite nice. She had fun and tried to explain all the things they had the girls do as she finished off the taquitos I brought for her. She doesn't really care about the part, I think, but is just excited to be in the Nutcracker. Kateri, on a stage. I think its going to be amazing.

She's been keeping up with her studies along with her dancing. If I am not available when she is ready she gets out the phonics material and sits, filling her page with letters. She is pretty good at remembering the sounds and because she's loved writing since forever, doesn't need any encouraging. I could probably sit and do phonics with her all day and she'd be happy.

This is my latest obsession. That and cambazola. I finally ordered a box of tea from Amazon as I can only find it at PCC which is not too convenient a trip for as often I would need to go. The kids like it too. Shane was a little surprised the other day when Kateri offered to make Pippin some and he said he liked it, but wanted the blue kind right now.- English Breakfast. We have the blue kind, the pink kind, and the green kind- peppermint. All with cream and sugar, please.

As Kateri and I were practicing reading- mostly her just copying me at this point- she felt the need to use each word in a sentence. I thought some were pretty funny.

"BAND like "Hi, my name is band, what's your name?"

GUTS like "Someone fell down and got hurt and I saw their guts, do you want to come see?"

OLD like "Oh no! You're really old!"

She's pretty fun to work with.

It's been cool and very fall here. Luckily I decided to mow the lawn and clean up the yard on Sunday- our last nice day- and generally get ready for winter. Shane left for New York and I generally pass the time when he's gone on projects. He says maybe he should leave more often. But he's coming home tomorrow and I am excited to put the projects on hold for a bit.Besides the yard is all done and I got the entire downstairs floor washed. So I feel good about it.

He went to New York for an architecture convention. Computer architecture. He was excited because "Grady Booch" was going to be there. I could hardly contain myself when he told me. I do feel sorry for him in that most of the time when he talks about his work I'm sort of like a deer in headlights. As far as computers are concerned I am just happy if my printer and email work. Anyway, along with eating at some tasty French place, shopping, a little walk through Central Park, and the convention, he actually got to meet Grady Booch. So I guess it was a success.

He decided to celebrate his homecoming by taking us all to a cabin near Leavenworth for the week-end. Or as his announcement said,

"Have the kids bags packed and ready"

I asked him for clues as to where we were going but initially all he would tell me was we didn't need our passports, and to pack cold weather clothes and swim wear.

The kids were excited by the riddle and every day he would send more clues. Audrey was a little bummed when he sent a picture of a castle and said 'we won't be staying in a place like this"

But she liked the bunk beds he sent saying they would be sleeping there. I liked that there were only four bunk beds as that meant "I" would not be sleeping there. They have a queen bed as well.

It was good to figure out where we are going to be so I can start planning the menu and shopping. It is also Oktoberfest so there should be lots of fun things to see. Although I'm inclined to stay in and enjoy the fire and hot tub too. But I'm sure we'll go on some Alpine treks and visit the river. Which will make coming in to a cozy fire all that much more enjoyable.

Hope you all have a lovely week end. I have to start packing and get Pippin out of the toilets. He loves to use the clorox bowl cleaner thing, mostly for the blue sudsy bubbles it makes, and will wash all the toilets several times a week. He can do it pretty well and its one less thing I have to do. Oh, and I hear Kateri using the mixer so I'd better see what concoction she has cooking up. Hopefully it's dinner as I didn't have a plan for tonight yet.

Down Time

2009-10-05T09:45:00.001-07:00

Well, we seem to be having our first cold of the season. So far it doesn't appear to be the Swine Flu, but there are sniffles and coughs and general malaise. So we will be spending as much time as possible sleeping, resting, reading, and tea drinking. With some Benadryl shots all around.

The big kids had to miss art class this morning and I cancelled swim lessons tomorrow. I have to say I am tempted to stop everything for awhile. But we'll give it another go next week and see how it goes. I had to run to art class this morning to do my job and pay tuition but luckily Shane was able to stay home for a bit so I didn't have to drag the kids. I do kind of enjoy having an excuse to stay home and be cozy. But if it drags on too long I'm sure we'll start getting stir crazy. I'm guessing Kateri will not be over it in time for ballet on Thursday. Audrey has decided to stop ballet so I was able to move Kateri to the morning class, thus avoiding the weekly dinner's at the Mexican restaurant. Which we enjoyed, but two hours with three kids who can only eat and color for so long before getting fidgety did get tiring. Sometimes Cyril and Pippin would get bored and come up with crazy ideas. Like 'see if you can eat with your arms pulled into the body of your shirt and just you hands sticking out'. They could.
Last Thursday I was fortunate to have brought the camera as it turned out to be parent's day. They had chairs set up for us and we were allowed to take pictures. I enjoyed watching the lesson and loved to see Kateri focusing on her feet and copying the teacher. I'm afraid my camera is terrible with the flash off, but I did get some video and was able to show Shane. But still they don't capture the joy and emotion of watching her stretch her arms and point her toes, completely focused on the steps and oblivious to everything else. Until she catches Cyril or Pippin army crawling in the back. Then she flashes a big smile and waves. I have to say it was one 0f the best performances I've been to and I was pretty much near tears the whole show.

So there won't be much to report this week. But I'm ok with that. I'm glad I stocked up on the Ruby Chai and half and half. Maybe we'll make some bread or something warm and tasty to make our quarantine more pleasant. Hope everyone out there on the other side is well and we'll catch up soon.

Pippin Turns 4- and some catch up photos

2009-09-28T15:33:00.000-07:00

Cyprian's birthday is not until tomorrow, but due to schedules, we had the party yesterday at Grandma and Grandpa's house.

Of course we had the usual neighborhood gang pop over to help celebrate, eat cake, and add to the festiveness.

He was so excited to get GG's card. He was very generous and gave everyone a balloon and piece of gum. He spend his dollar on a bottle of juice this morning, and played stickers with Kateri while we waited for the big kids to finish art class.

He enjoyed his new Webkin and garbage truck. And has been playing with the little army men all day. It was great party and we enjoyed the leftover cake this afternoon after lunch. ( I am glad he asked for chocolate.)

This was not part of the birthday party. This was a girl trip my sister, a friend, and I took a couple weeks ago. Tirzah and Anna had found a cute little cooking shop in Cannon Beach which offered classes. So we picked one out, got a room, and headed down for the week end. The girls picked up some yarn at the yarn shop and started making hats. I have not gotten the itch to knit this year, yet. So I brought some books. We drank copius amounts of tea ( Mostly my new favorite Ruby Chai) and stayed up talking until 2am. Then got up for breakfast and coffee, shopping, beach walking, and whatever else tickled our fancy.

The little coffee shop across from our hotel was very cozy and had very tasty scones. I brought one back for Shane. Along with a couple bottles of wine.

The last morning we checked out and then rented bikes for a beach ride. Recumbent bikes are harder than they look. At least on the sand and pedaling up wind. The only thing that kept me moving was knowing it would be really easy on the way back and the fact that it is really hard to start once you stop. I was inspired to be resolute about doing more cardio wokours, But we made it back just as the rain started and had coffee at the Sleepy Monk before heading to do some shopping for the kids and heading home. We felt very re-freshed and ready for the new school year. Which started at 9:00 the next morning.

Cyril is the proud owner of a fancy new pocket knife. At least he was. Until I discovered he tried out the little scissors on his brother's hair. We'll give it back in another week or so. After I get him so balsa wood. So as to distract him from the nice wooden posts on the stair case.

Here is how we spend our Thursday evenings. Luckily it is one door down from the ballet studio
so the kids can take turns dancing and eating.

Pippin's version of a peace sign.

Here is my re-creation of the halibut from the EVOO cooking class. The fish and salsa came out very well but my lentils were not quite as flavorful. I even used the Umbrian lentil we had at the restaurant. Unfortunately, I made a lot of lentils so we had them a few nights running until Shane said , "Enough. No more lentils."

So then we moved on to the summer ratatouille with grilled bread and multi grain pasta. That came out pretty yummy too. I can put the recipes up later, but now my back is tired from my work out this afternoon. And I think I need some tea.

Tirzah just called today and said the hotel is having a fall special. And the cooking school has a new menu. I think bacon wrapped scallops were on it. I think Shane was impressed with the recipes and wine I brought back and would support a second trip. And the kids loved having Papa all to themselves. One aspect I loved about the menu was it was mostly vegetarian- only one beef dish-and very healthy. The kids love fish and some of them liked the ratatouille. Lots of good Lenten meals. Oh. And the wines were good too.

Housekeeping

2009-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:00

Kateri comes in my room as I am taking the sheets off our bed.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I'm taking the sheets off so I wash them" I answer.

"Oh" she says. "Who peed?"

Which is more a testament as to how often that happens, not to why I change my sheets. For the record, no one had.

A couple week ends ago we traveled over the mountains to visit family. The kids were bouncing around the hotel room, happy to be free of the car restraints. And chattering up a storm. I over heard Audrey and Cyril discussing the small refrigerator in the room.

"That's such a small fridge! Why would anyone make such a little one? You can't put hardly anything in it."

"No" said Audrey. "Its not for groceries. Its for keeping your beer cold."

Which I thought was pretty funny given that we have never brought beer to a hotel.

Tiri, put the shaker on Tiri, put the shaker on. Tiri, put the shaker on,

2009-09-09T16:01:00.001-07:00

We'll all have tea. Seriously. She decided she needed a nice warm cup of Northwest Breakfast. So she warmed the water, got a tea bag, and couldn't find the little cream pitcher she usually uses. ( The handle broke off and it was sharp so I had to get rid of it) So she picked the next obvious receptacle for steeping.

I checked and it really was tea. Although, with her, I wouldn't have been surprised to find a nice muddled mojito.

Ballet, A Pick Axe, and Some Cookies

2009-09-04T08:58:00.000-07:00

The girls had good first day of class. I didn't get to sit and watch it all as the boys were a little squirmy. So we went to the Mexican restaurant next door and had tacos. We did get a little peak of the end of Tiri's tap lesson. I think I'll sneak the camera the next time and see if I can get a shot. Its pretty cute watching 12 girls trying to figure out heel taps, not to mention right and left. I loved Kateri's choice of shoes to wear to the studio, tall leather boots. I mean what else can you wear with a leotard and tights?

Kateri's other side loves tools. And apparntly digging ditches. She just went out on her own and started digging a hole. I think just for the purpose of digging.

"Yeah, so what we're going to need here are a few more holes. I think with irregular spacing. You know to make it look more natural. We might even need one in the middle of the yard. And, uh, if you could bring me a beer, that would be great. "

We were given some cookie cutters. "Some" being two tubs of 101 cookie cutters each. With no repeats.

So of course we had to make cookies.

They are also fun for setting up pretend zoos. And who knows what else.

Not Starting School This Week

2009-09-03T11:34:00.000-07:00

I had already decided we would not start right away. Partly because the kids' art class doesn't start until the 14th and partly because I am not mentally ready. I fully realize the latter excuse is not really an excuse but I'm going to go with it for now. I have cleaned out and organized the school cupboard and we have everything we need to start. So I have done something.

The girls start ballet tonight, which is educational, and we would be doing swim lessons but they close down for the next week. And its not like we just sit around and play XBox games all day. Ok. I'm letting them right now for an hour. But only because they did their chores and cleaned up their rooms. Any yes, I guess I am feeling slightly guilty for not starting sooner. But it will go away. There. Its gone.

I had my neurologist appointment and, sort of to my disappointment, he said neither the MS nor the medication are causing my hairs to flee like lemmings over a cliff. He suggested seeing a dermatologist, which I am doing tomorrow. I don't mean to harp on the whole thing too much, and Shane keeps telling me to get over it already. But seriously. I have about 1/3 the hair I had last year. And its still coming out. And like I've said before, I wanted to have something that wouldn't fall apart, sag, go numb, or cause major difficulties. Sort of like the fashion tricks of playing up what you do have instead of trying to pretend you have something you don't.
Oh well. I guess I'll have to start figuring out how to make the most of my nose. I think that one is reliable.

Apart from no news on the balding, he said the MRI showed no change since April. And he said I can stay on the lower dose of Ribif for now. And we'll re-assess in 6 mos. Oh, and so far the blood work shows no liver damage. I knew red wine had protective qualities.

In other good news, Pippin is completely toilet trained. He wears pull ups but has not wet them once. He even wakes up dry. I never knew it could be this easy. It really freed me up this week to deal with my broken fridge. Thankfully, I had not done a big Costco shopping. And thankfully we havea freezer in the garage. And ice chests and ice. So the dairy and things are safe for now. Unfortunately Mr Refrigerator Repair Man is busy until next Thursday, so we'll have to manage until then. Thank goodness the really hot weather is gone.

What we've been up to

2009-08-28T13:43:00.000-07:00

Enjoying lots of garden treats... Marinated chicken, zucchini, tomato, basil , feta pasta,

I was thinking what to do with all the squash, and wanting the kids to eat some. So we made vegetable tempura. It was tasty but I didn't have any dipping sauce which would have make it a lot tastier,

Kateri has to practice with her tap shoes in the garage for now. Maybe we could get a square of something to put on top of the hard wood when it gets cold out.

Pippin makes up his own ballet pose.

Kateri tries on her new things.

She is super excited to start her pre ballet/tap class on Thursday.

Audrey got new tights and looks like she may need new shoes too. They decided to get dressed up and do a performance for us. It was sweet watching Audrey patiently giving Kateri cues and Kateri following one step behind. It was a very enjoyable show.

Cyril decided he wanted a baby crocodile- after I nixed the tarantula and scorpion or anything else that could hide in my bed and bite me- and started making a "home" for it. I thought it was pretty clever. He did it all himself, including setting the 2x4. I love the fountain, although afterwards he wondered how we could water the garden. And he snuck a bit of my sea salt out too. After some investigating, and a trip to the pet store this morning, he is getting used to the idea of a lizard of some kind, especially one that looks like a crocodile.

Super Man has been super good about using the toilet this week. I was low on diapers and decided we should just bite the bullet. He was a little bummed the first day. Then I got him pull ups, which were not completely a success. Finally I bribed him with a sticker chart. 5 stars and he can have turn playing Halo. I had taken it away a while back for various reasons. He was very motivated and the first day earned a turn. Then he started telling me all about the laser guns and the "ghostes" or something like that and aiming at various inanimate objects in the game then filling htem full of holes . I think he is caught on now and I think in a week or so he'll have it down.

As I was loading the pictures I realized there were some from our Palau trip still on the card. It thought this one was very peaceful and relaxing and a nice way to start the week end.

Xavier Rudd at the Crystal Ballroom

2009-08-24T13:55:00.000-07:00

We had a great trip to Portland last week. The weather was very nice, the hotel was great, the food was amazing, and I got to shake hands with Xavier Rudd. We both did. We got to the Ballroom and hour before it was to begin and found a spot right against the rail. The instruments were all draped but it seemed we would have a great view no matter what. However, after Jeremy Fisher and Isaac performed- which we enjoyed-they uncovered them and we found we had an incredible view. Just on the other side of the railing, 8 feet in front of us, were the long polished didgeridoos. We really had the best spot. We were surprised at how few tickets had been bought in advance and for Jeremy and Isaac the room was only 1/2 full. Which was nice and roomy for us. But it did fill up as the evening went on and made for a hot- no air conditioning- and cozy- cramped-night.
I was a little concerned when the audience started jumping in unison for an encore. We were on the third floor of and old building and with every thud the floor shook. I was remembering stories of dance floors caving in at weddings. But the floor held. And the big annoying guy who thought we were supposed to be slam dancing was asked to leave. And the other guy who thought he needed to scream "PORTLAND LOVES YOU" every few minutes eventually got a sore throat. So it all worked out. I liked that he plays bare foot. My mom would approve. I also like that Shane took all the pictures. With the floor and crowd moving I'm sure mine would have turned out blurry. But Shane got some very good ones. I think. We got to shake hands with the other guitarist as well. I think the drummer was too exhausted to move. I can't imagine how it would feel to play aboriginal drum beats for two hours in the heat. I was impressed.

Shane was so inspired by it all, he has decided he wants to get a didgeridoo. Although I'm sure once he gets proficient at playing he'll want another one. And the kids have plans to get drums and guitars "and tambourines'", adds Audrey. And we'll just start up a little family band. It could be fun, even if we don't go platinum.

We had the most amazing salad at Jake's Grill. I've been trying to recreate it but so far its not perfect. It was Hermestin (sp?) watermelon, feta, frisee, and drizzled with a balsamic reduction. It was so light and juicy and incredible. I think the watermelon really makes a difference. The one I tried to use was not overly flavorful. And the produce man at the third store I tried, informed me that the California sun had fried all the frisee a couple months ago. Which explained why no one had any. I'm adding that to my garden next year for sure. But I can work on the other parts until then. I think they might have doused the watermelon slab and the frisee in some salted water. I"ll try that nest time as well.

We had better luck re-creating the the haystack onions, which came on top of my kobe beef and mashed potatoes. All the recipes I could find were like onion rings. But these were like thin ribbons and almost like a potato chip but not too crispy. So Trudy suggested we just slice them super thin, toss them in a little flour and fry them. It worked and they were delicious. They would be good on burgers or in salads or with mashed potatoes and steak. I used a Walla Walla onion. Which , since I am not a huge onion fan, worked very well.

Progress..

2009-08-14T16:58:00.000-07:00

At least as far as I know.

A few weeks ago Kateri lost her first tooth. She was very brave and asked me to pull it out. I think partly because she is brave, and partly because she knew Cyril had let me pull one of his out and the Tooth Fairy was so impressed she paid him double the usual rate.

Well it came out with a little tug and the Tooth Fairy ponied up the extra money.

She has another one that is getting close but I tried last night and it was not quite ready. Maybe this week-end. I'm a little worried about her speach with two teeth missing. Its a little rough already. She has her hearing appointment next month. So far it has not changed for the worse, which is good. But we'll see how it compares to last year's.

The big kids swim lessons are going well. Last lesson they both seemed to get the arms down. It was neat to see them gliding across the pool. We are signing them up for lessons for the school year. I figured its better than waiting for summer.

We've signed Kateri up for pre-ballet this year. She is super excited. I'm looking forward to seeing her in a leotard and tights. I think she'll pretty much steal the Christmas Recital. so next week we'll have two ballerinas twirling around the house. Should be good times. Although I would not be surprised if she wanted to do jazz in stead. Or she could do tap. Who knows what she'll pick.

Speaking of summer. It has been missing here the past week. At first I was happy for the cool weather. But then it got ridiculous and we've been wearing long pants and shirts and even jackets when we go out. And I was very sad for all my green tomatoes just sitting there. Being green. Cyril suggested a heat lamp but now they are saying the coming week is supposed to get hot again. Shane says its time to go to Leavenworth for bratwurst and beer. Maybe this week end before it gets warm again.

On other progress, I have been taking the Rebif for 6 weeks now and so far so good. No nasty side effects and I only take 1 advil on "shot nights". The nurse was impressed. Although I asked the Dr if I could stay on the mid dose for longer than the 2 weeks suggested. He said sure. So when I do jump to the double dose it might be different. But I am hoping not. And I am also hoping the MRI at the end of the month shows some effectivness. I do like the 3x a week dosage. Its fun to have the weekends off. And ever since I rejected the Rebiject even those shot nights are not bad. The manual injections are pretty much painless. The needles are so thin and sharp I hardly feel them. ( And not because I can't feel) I was worried about going to the bigger dose because it stung so much to inject the drugs and the next dosage will be twice as concentrated. But I'm feeling a little more bullish about it now. But I'm going to try staying at this dose as long as I can, and maybe for me its enough. I hope.

Shane and I are going to see Xavier Rudd next week in Portland. I'm really looking forward to it. And we'll get to spend the night and see some sights. I've never been to Portland before so it will be fun to check out some new places. I'd like to go to Shorey's and look at books. I've been getting the school things ready and would like to fill in a few blank spots on the shelves.

Home Ec.

2009-08-10T10:47:00.001-07:00

We had a very productive week-end and we all felt it was a success. So many week-ends, at least over here, we have" gotten through." And when it was over, you weren't really sure what you did. Well, this last week end was better and though some of the goals were last minute, we at least had some and things got done. My first endeavor was trying to replicate Trader Joe's Vegetable Bird Nests. They are so tasty but we were out, and I wanted to see what I could do. It wasn't until after I made them I found the box, read the ingredients, and formulated a better recipe to try next time. These ones were ok, but not as light an airy. I did use potatoes in mine so that made it more like a potato pancake. But the flavor was good and we had left over dipping sauce from the previous night, I'm telling you they are very addictive. Our next few projects were inspired by a dress I bought last week. It needed some "tweaking" so Tiri and I went to the fabric store to get some thread. I only have one bobbin, so every time I did a new project I would have to wind over, or unwind the previous color thread. It sounds stupid, but I couldn't find the right size bobbin and had several "wrong sized" ones floating around. Well, this time I got it right and was so excited I came home and wound several bobbins. Just so they would be ready.

The girls were excited about sewing and I was excited to teach them. As happens often, I found an old sheet and found some new uses for it. Audrey made her first sewing machine project- a pillow. She is very interested in going back to the fabric store and picking out a pattern to make herself some clothes. I will be very careful to teach her the patient, thoughtful method of sewing. Which is not my style. I usually look for the short cut and end up paying for it. Once I pinned the seam from the wrong side and was too lazy to re pin it. And in reaching across to pull the pins out, ended up with half a sewing machine needle sticking out my index finger. I've had zippers in backwards, large quantities of satin eaten by feed dogs, bodice pieces accidentally caught in seams they didn't belong. And that was all the same dress. So I will be diligent in teaching the girls to sew thoughtfully. And hopefully I'll learn some new habits too.

I was very careful about this dress because I really didn't want to ruin it. I found it at Target getting things for Kateri's party. I didn't want to take four kids to the dressing room so I just got the smallest size and planned on returning it if it didn't work out. It was very strangely fit, with small shoulders and arms, but really loose around the rib cage. It had a sewn in band around the waist and I knew if I took it off, that would be the end of it. After two days of basting it various ways I finally settled on adding darts all the way through the waist band. It actually worked. And it fits.

As does Kateri's new skirt. Its amazing how many projects you can get our of one king sized sheet. I really do like sheets. I've made curtains, valances, quilts, dresses, and now pillows and skirts using sheets. But don't tell the Home Owners Association. We've already gotten pinged on not watering our tiny patch of grass in front. They don't need to know our front window coverings are courtesy some old bedding.

Shane's projects were finishing the front gate. No one had complained about the baby gates I had roped together there, but we figured it was time anyway. He also worked on the garage, which means I have lots of kids shoes and clothes to go through. Later.

I really like the gate and the next day had some help from Super Man putting on the stain. So all in all it was a good week-end. The weather has been cloudy and very fallish and just right for indoor projects. It has been a long time, but I think I do feel a rash of sewing projects coming. I still have a lot of windows to cover.

6 Going on 30

2009-08-05T09:48:00.000-07:00

KatThat would be Kateri. I can't wait until her age catches up with her abilities. So far she is ok, except for not being able to drive. The other day she asked if she could unlock the car. We were on our way to the store so I gave her the keys and went to grab my purse and shopping list. when I came out she was standing at the bottom of the steps grinning.

"Can you hear that?" she asked.

"Hear what?" Then I paused to listen.

"Kateri, did you start the car?"

She grinned harder and nodded her head.
I don't know why I was surprised. I guess I'd better start hiding the keys.
She loves to play Scrabble. She mostly makes up her own words, complete with original spellings, definitions, and pronunciations.

For her birthday breakfast, she decided she wanted to treat everyone to pancakes and bacon. I made the bacon she made the pancakes using her new butterfly spatula from Grandma Trudy.

Showing off her new things. Kateri used her birthday money from Grandma Mac to buy a flower clock for her room.

More treats from Grandma Mac. The kids are always so excited to get her cards. She was very thoughtful and shared the balloons and gum with the other kids.

Here is the little princess with the model of her future home. Designed and created by Grandma Trudy, who I think will have the title of Royal Chef as soon as construction on the new dwelling is done.

Even Hotter

2009-07-30T12:15:00.001-07:00

Our thermometer seems to be made in Seattle and had not idea what to do when it hit 100. So it flipped out and registered 120. It was actually around 104, which is quite warm enough for us. Tirzah and the boys came over and we stayed sane by jumping in the pool every 5-10 min. Finally I just got a nightshirt wet and wore that the rest of the day. I had to keep re-wetting is because it dried so quickly. As did the laundry I hung out to dry.

We decided the only things to do besides swimming were making iced coffees,

playing bubble breaker, and sitting in front of the fan. And doing all three simultaneously makes the temperature quite bearable.