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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Her reaction... Priceless

Excuse the dark footage- call it mood lighting...

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Putting her parents to shame

My neighbor- an avid triathloner- heard through the grapevine that the Girl likes to swim...and can run...and had seen her on her bike. So- Ms. Neighbor came over with a brochure for a Kids Triathlon, suggesting she should try it.

Had she done one before? No.
Did she know how they work? No.
Did she know anyone else who was doing it? No.
Did any of that matter? No.

Did she decide to do it? Yes.

Were her parents busting buttons w/ pride (as triathloner wanna-be's..Ha!!)? Yes.
She did it. She wasn't first, but she wasn't last. Best of all, we overheard her tell a friend on the phone that she wants to do it again next year. Very cool.

She was a *bit* nervous before the swim but things all came together...


You also need to understand that part of the reason I'm proud is that she had no good genes in this area... Mom failed "Guppy 2" swimming lessons... twice.

So- what do your kids do that you never would have dreamed of doing yourself?

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tears in Her Ears

Ol' Murphy had my (and the Girl's) number tonight...

On the schedule after school: Dinner, Girl's soccer, Boy's fishing adventure, Overdue hair appt. & Babysitter all lined up to cover for the hair appt. since Hubby is out of town.

Actual events: None of the above.

As I picked the kids up after school, Girlie proudly ran up to me to show off her bandaged finger. No biggie I thought (after hearing there was a little run- in w/ a metal door after school). She wasn't in pain (any more) and begged to still go to soccer.

Gut Says: Check the finger in school parking lot before heading home to be sure.
Gut: Correct. Big gash in knuckle of her thumb. Stitches for sure.

Quick thing, I thought. Who else needs Urgent Care at 5:30 on a Tuesday? Apparently our entire city, that's who. Quick and Urgent don't seem to fit together as well as they should.

FIVE HOURS, 2 bags of popcorn from the pharmacy, 2 x-rays and 4 stitches later, we were finally leaving, and Girlie had reconsidered her 'no big deal' attitude. It was a rough night for her.

Comic Relief for the Clinic: Mom of said patient. Surgeon apparently didn't notice Mom holding Girl's hand while getting closer and closer to the floor (feeling like a schmuk of a mom- good thing it was after Mother's Day). Surgeon suddenly notices her strange style of head-between-the-knees-while-holding-hand form of support and drops girl's hand and yells for the nurse. Yes folks- Mom had become Patient #2, soon to have her own room while Boy entertained(?) all Nurses in Clinic with Twins baseball trivia.

Memorable Moment: Girl's plea for relief after getting the Novocaine shots in her finger (not popular at ALL)~ "Mom, I'm ok, but I have *tears* in my *ears*. Can you do something about that?"


Mr. Murphy, How about if you knock on someone else's door tomorrow... Hubby is still out of town!

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