June 30, 2013

10 Things Summer

We have been living in Washington for 10 years now. In that time, there have only been a few Independence Days that were hot. It is a general assumption around these parts that summer doesn't officially begin until July 5.

This year? Summer is most definitely here! Like, 84 degrees here.

I love sunshine and warmth. Not so much HOT-th. Yes, I just made up a word.

But it's fine. Just gives me an excuse to try a banana daiquiri!

1. Like this - Yum!
Frozen Banana Daiquiri recipe
2. Flip flops


3. Sitting outside


4. Grapes


5. Lemonade stands


6. Produce stands


7. Big salads made from veggies bought at produce stands


8. An overheated kitty


9. Grilling


10. Cool sun shots


I guess I have been Instagramming All. The. Things. of summer. Why not?

We still have the 4th of July, a trip to Oregon, my daughter's birthday, our wedding anniversary....and August to go!

I've just got to leave you with the inimitable Will Smith, aka The Fresh Prince....

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June 25, 2013

Everyday Heroes

My husband Mark has Type 1 Diabetes. He is insulin dependent, has been since the age of 9, except for a six year pause while he had a healthy transplanted kidney and pancreas.

Being insulin dependent is a super tricky thing to try to manage. Add in kidney failure, dialysis and all the meds Mark has to take and some mis-guided antibodies..... Well, let's just say it's hard.

Mark's year long avoidance of the hospital was recently upset by a very high blood sugar, or hyperglycemia. But more often, he has HYPOglycemia, or low blood sugar. When his blood sugar got very high, he needed the hospital. When his blood sugar gets low, I or whomever he's with, can usually simply get him something to eat or drink and he'll be alright.

The worst "lows" occur when his blood sugar bottoms out when he's sleeping. When Mark is asleep, he often doesn't feel his sugar dropping. Or he does, but is too confused to do anything about it.

Over the years I seem to have developed a kind of sixth sense, if you will, with regards to Mark's sugar getting low. I am able to pick up on early cues that might mean he needs to eat. He'll start yawning a lot, for example. Perhaps we'll be talking and he'll not be able to complete a sentence. Or his speech and manerisms will become louder and more exaggerated.

When we're both sleeping, however, it is a lot more difficult for either of us to know. Yet, even in his sleep, he lets me know some way or another that he needs help.

Every once in awhile -- a few times a year, I'd say -- something Mark is doing in his sleep will wake me up, I'll see that he's not OK and try to help him, but I can't.

It could be that I can't wake him up enough to sit up in order to drink something. Or maybe I can sit him up, but he's too out of it to consume something. Sometimes he looks at me and says no. It doesn't make sense, but making sense in the middle of a severely low blood sugar -- in the middle of the night or very early morning -- is not really a reasonable expectation.

There are these handy little injection kits called glucagon that will save the day.....if I have one. If I don't, I'm left with no other alternative but to call 911.



It's both difficult and a relief to dial the numbers and explain why I need help. I try so very hard to not need to bother the fire department like that. I do everything I can to help Mark myself, calling for help only as a last resort.

My step-father is a retired firefighter. They train to put out fires and to help with the biggest and scariest of events, yet most of their calls are medical. I can't help but think about how boring it must be for them to deal with another diabetic's low blood sugar.

Yet they come into my home and make me feel like they are glad I called, that my problem is important to them and they want to help.

As soon as they walk in the door I know Mark will be OK. They know exactly what to do. They ask just the right amount of questions and set about doing their job. They put me at ease and I trust them completely.

Whenever a tragedy strikes we see what first responders are capable of. Their diligence and bravery are impressive and we stand and applaud them. We call them heroes. As we should.

To me, though, they are everyday heroes. I thank them and they apologize. Apologize! For trampling through my house or that I needed to call in the first place. They are kind and not the slightest bit impatient or condescending. They give my kids little dalmation plush toys or plastic firefighter hats. Once, my daughter was inspired by seeing a female firefighter come in to help her dad.

They are my personal back-up and I am so grateful for them. Grateful to not be made to feel like a bother or nuisance.

THANK YOU, Firefighters/Paramedics/EMTs!



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June 18, 2013

Filled With Gratitude

If I could only move through ignore get over let go of set aside the anxiety and worry I feel thinking, "when will the other shoe drop?", I could maybe actually just be HAPPY that things are OK right now.

I am happy.

I am so very grateful that my husband is still with us.

After all that he's been through, I look at him lately and am filled with gratitude and happiness.

He is AMAZING.

Not in the off-handed way people use the word "amazing".

More like this, quite literally:


There are so many instances when he could have died. Times before I even knew him, let alone since. He has been fighting to live for SO LONG. And so far, it's working.

Diabetes has not been kind to Mark. It seems that no matter how hard he tries he is plagued by one complication after another. This isn't likely to change. He will probably never get another transplant and the disease will continue to take its toll.

Now, though? Right now? He's doing fairly well. He is constantly struggling with his blood sugars, made more difficult by insulin antibodies and electrolyte fluctuations due to being on dialysis....

But he is holding his own. He is happy and living his life as fully as possible. Still working, taking care of everyday things, cooking, being a dad, husband, son, friend, handyman...MARK.


I am so grateful!

I'm just so happy he is HERE.

It is a gift. An AMAZING gift.

I will never, ever take it for granted.



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June 13, 2013

Summer Sanity Saver


This is a super simple, just wanna throw this out there little post.

Today was the very last day of school. Commence summer vacation!

Alright, before we get underway, I need to do a little something to help save my sanity over the next 12 weeks.

I once wrote about how much I get sick of feeding my kids during the summer.

Three times a day, plus possible snacks, EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Yes, I know I did this for five years before they started school, but now I'm used to not worrying about feeding them lunch everyday of the world (we do school lunches), so by the time we hit the dog days of summer I am DONE with it.

DONE with the constant "I'm hungry"s and "what do we have?"s.

Therefor, this year I have decided to write up a "Summer Lunch Menu" for the kids to refer to each day.

For example:

Made in PicMonkey
(just found a free white background & sized according to their 8.5x11 print guidelines)

Here's a handy template you can right click and save if you'd like:


So now when my kids tell me they want lunch and ask what we have I can simply say "Check the list", instead of rattling off the choices EVERY DAY because information retention has vanished. Poof!

Yeah, I know it probably won't completely eliminate the food whines, but here's hoping it will considerably cut them down!

Do you have any summer sanity saving tips?

June 11, 2013

Tween to Teen

My daughter Camryn will turn 13 in a month.

Yeah, I know.

THIRTEEN.

She was halfway through her childhood at 9. Now she is just 5 short years away from legal adulthood.

FIVE.

I'm not sure we're ready for this.

I remember at the younger ages from about four to seven or so.....this push and pull thing going on. Like, I'm getting big, but still little enough to need my mommy a lot.

They call it autonomy.

This age involves a lot of push and pull too.

It's always about a month before Camryn's birthday that I start noticing changes in her. It's like her biological clock is perfectly timed to her birth date. She will suddenly acquire a new skill or a fresh new understanding of something. She will gain a new perspective or form a new opinion. Something will click that hadn't before.

I remember one year it was being able to cook eggs all by herself. Another year it was switching from a kiddie party to a big girl slumber party.

Now? Now it's the beginning of parental embarrassment. The beginning of sarcastic sassyness that knows-no-boundaries-but-she-better-damn-well-learn-them.

One day last week we went to Red Robin for dinner and my little girl who really doesn't want me to call her Cami anymore refused the kid's menu.

Push.



A few days later we headed to Payless for some new sandals for summer. Camryn spent the majority of the time we were there trying on fancy high heels we would never let her buy nor wear. Her dad was beside himself, leaning over to me and whispering, "I'm really not OK with this."

We sized her foot, discovering she and I are currently the same size. I thought this could be rather convenient because we could share shoes.

But my darling daughter wants nothing to do with sharing shoes with her mother.

Push.



Turns out her feet are skinnier than mine so she can squeeze her little tootsies into shoes I cannot. Whatever. She still has feet way too big for a 12 year old, so there!

But her big feet make me think back to when I was pregnant with her and the day I had my 20(ish) week ultrasound. We got a picture of her foot, which the tech commented on being big. When she was born, a friend of ours called her feet skis.

There are a couple of things leftover from littlegirlhood. Cami still calls us Mommy and Daddy. Since I know every other kid her age (and younger) is using the shorter Mom and Dad, I find myself asking her when she might make the switch. She seems to be unconcerned with it.

Pull.

Cami still likes to be tucked into bed at night. She is utterly offended by the idea that she could just go up to bed on her own.

Pull.

On the other hand, Camryn is asking me about the possibility of riding her bike places. Like outside of our neighborhood and by herself.

(I was doing that much younger than her, but we all know how parenting and childhood have changed.)

Push.

I'll take this push and pull right now, even though it might give me a little whiplash.

I will cherish the moments I hear, "Mommy, I need to talk to you about something." And when she sits right up next to me on the couch. Or when she looks back at me as she's walking up to the fast food counter to get more ranch for her fries....

I will keep encouraging her to stick with Girl Scouts for as long as absolutely possible.



Because I know it's all going to change. I know my daughter; maybe it will be slowly. But the saying goes, "slowly but.....surely".


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June 6, 2013

The ABCs of Me

It's once again time to kick it Old School!

Old School Blogging, that is.


The ABCs of Me

A. Attached or single? Very attached. Married 15 years next month!

B. Best friend? My very best friend is my husband. He's my PERSON (Grey's Anatomy reference). But I also have my BFF from high school, J.Ho. My relationship with her is long distance, so I also have a couple local besties.

C. Cake or pie? PIE all the way! Especially caramel apple pie a la mode.

D. Day of choice? Of the week? I know this is contrary to how most people feel, but I like Mondays because I feel like they're a reboot day. Start of a fresh, new week.

E. Essential item? My glasses. Because I'm a blind girl. Getting new ones soon!


F. Favorite color? Blue.

G. Gummy bears or worms? Ew, neither. Red Vines!

H. Hometown? Everett, WA

I. Favorite indulgence? Starbucks

J. January or July? That's funny, those are the months my children were born in, so I shall say BOTH!

K. Kids? A girl and a boy.

L. Life isn't complete without? Laughter.

M. Marriage date? July 18, 1998

N. Number of brothers/sisters? None. Husband has one sister (and a step-sister).

O. Oranges or apples? I'll say apples because there is so much you can do with them. But I hate apple juice.


P. Phobias? Creepy crawly things.

Q. Quotes? Seriously? I LOVE quotes!

R. Reasons to smile? My kids and husband, my cat, flowers, clouds, getting a text from a friend, when my dad stops by with muffins, blogging and reading blogs, Twitter, good wine, making things with yarn....

S. Season of choice? Officially I have to say spring. I realized this year just how energizing and full of hope it is. But I also love autumn.

T. Tag 5 people. Sarcasm Goddess, Leslie, Audrey, Danielle and Amy.

U. Unknown fact about me? When I was a kid I thought bands went to the radio station to play their songs. I didn't know the songs were on records. I don't know why I didn't get this, since my father had a zillion records.

V. Vegetable? Carrots, snow peas, red peppers.

W. Worst habit? Night time snacking

X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Depends on the situation...?

Y. Your favorite food? Burritos! Or anything with caramel.


Z. Zodiac sign? My sun sign is Aries, according to my birth date. However, I believe that is actually the least of my astrological influences. My moon sign is Aquarius and my rising sign is Pisces. I think they have more sway over who I really am. But I'm no expert!


June 4, 2013

Kids Do the Darndest Things

Let's explore a hypothetical situation, shall we?

Maybe just after dinner on a quiet Sunday evening you send one of your children up to take a shower.

Said child gets into the shower while you're downstairs in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner remnants and helping your other child with his or her homework at the last minute.

The homework-doing child is at the kitchen table. When you leave his or her side to get back to the dishes you step in something wet and ask, "Who spilled something in here?"

As you look down hoping to determine what the mysterious liquid is, you feel a drop on your head.

You look up.

And feel another drop.

"WT-?", you mutter.

Then, "Oh shit! The ceiling is leaking....from the bathroom....WHERE MY KID IS TAKING A SHOWER!"

Perhaps you peal out of the kitchen and hightail it upstairs as fast as your thirty-something legs will take you and burst into your kids' bathroom yelling, "What the hell is going on up here??"

The confused bathing child says, "I'm taking a shower. Duh."

"There is a leak into the kitchen!!", you exclaim. Then you look down and see that most of the bathroom floor is very wet.

Your other child observes, "There's water all over the ceiling...."

At first you'll be like, I'm not worried about the ceiling, obviously this child is somehow flooding the  floor so much it's leaking down into the kitchen!

Suppose you scream at the showering child to turn off the water and get the hell out. He or she complies, and not quite grasping what's going on here, very calmly grabs a towel and heads to their room to put on pajamas.

As you too grab a towel to sop up water, you yell to your child, "What the hell were you doing in here??"

Child yells back, "I dumno..."

Arg! Sop, sop.

You will lean a little to get the floor around the toilet and notice that it too is covered in little drops of water.

"Child! The toilet is all wet too!" You check the shower curtain to see if he or she had it hanging inside the tub properly. It seems to be, but the outer, decorative curtain is all wet....

Again, "What the HELL were you doing in here?!"

Quietly, you might hear, "Well, I did take the sprayer down...."

As this tidbit sinks in and you're still sopping up water with a second towel, you move over to the little heater vent and it dawns on you that this is probably where the water is leaking down from.

Say just then your husband walks in from running an errand and your other child darts straight to him spewing these exciting events at him.

You hear your husband say, "WTF?!", as he looks up at the kitchen light fixture and sees a little pool of water collecting in the dome.

You don't want your beloved to panic because you have already discovered the problem so you hurry back downstairs to explain....

But let's just say, that this does nothing to settle him and he too must hike upstairs to try and understand this crazy turn of events.

When he left to run his errand, just 30 minutes ago, the house was in good working order and everything was FINE.

You follow him and explain that your one child was in the shower, took down the sprayer, must have been a bit a lot careless and got the entire bathroom a little very wet.

Off to lecture the newly clean and pajama-clad kid your husband goes as you once again head down to the kitchen to assess the leaking situation.

You will remove the light dome and EMPTY THE WATER FROM IT. You will place a bowl on the floor to collect remaining drips.

Your husband will take off the bathroom heater vent cover and place a fan on top of it to hopefully dry things out. And lecture the offending child a little more.

Oh, and let's say that in the course of dealing with this flooding-bathroom-leaking-kitchen-light-fixture situation you also discover that the kids' sink is clogged and your husband has to go BACK out for Drano....

Because, of course.