At the Carriveau's: 09/01/2007

Friday, September 21, 2007

You can call me Captain

My pirate name is:

Captain Anne Vane

Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007

It's Thursday and my mind is mush.

This week has been super busy. Mostly because I'm trying to get my plate cleared off for the unexpected three days off in the next two weeks (thanks to Ryker's ears). This is a terrible time of the semester to be gone. It's supposed to be my catch up time from the mad instruction dash at the beginning. Instead I've been swamped with committee work that has to be done before next week (you know when I'm going AWOL for a few days). ARG.

In other news here are my random thoughts for the week:

If the DOT is going to re-route 2 exits worth of traffic onto the road that leads to exit 3. Then said road should not have one lane closed during rush hour. DOT = not smart
I am convinced that whoever created those elastic pull things (with the buttons) for little boys pants should win a Nobel prize. I love them. They keep Xander's pants up.
Toddler clothing is not designed for skinny toddlers. Ryker's clothes need said pull things desperately.
Toddlers are clutzes. Ryker had 4 ouch reports from daycare in 2 days.
Survivor starts tonight. Happy, happy, joy, joy!

Monday, September 17, 2007

It's gotta be the genes

The older I get the more I realize that I inherited the "must worry compulsively" gene from my mom. It's a really well established gene on her side of the family. It's the reason we marry men who roll their eyes and say things like, "it will be fine."

The reason for this latest bout of worry is Ryker. He had his ear checkup and hearing test with the ENT on Friday and it didn't go as we had hoped.

He needs a new set of ear-tubes.
He's got a bunch of fluid behind his eardrums that are muffling sound. (Which explains why he always sounds like he's mumbling). He can't hear whispers at all.
Since this is his second set of tubes (and he had a ton of infections with the first set), he has to have his adnoids out and stay in the hospital overnight.

So needless to say, I'm not particularly happy with any of that. We can't let it slide, he needs the surgery so I have to suck it up. Jason, of course, is fine. He spent the weekend telling me to stop looking at Ryker like "that." "That" is apparently some sort of sad, worried look.

I'm not worried about the tube part. I know that part will be fine. I'm not really that worried about the other surgery either. I'm worried about the overnight in the hospital and not being able to eat the stuff he likes to eat for close to two weeks. Xander would be fine. He could eat yogurt and applesauce all day. Not so my Ryker. He wants food.

By next week Thursday, I'm going to be a wreck. Ah, the joys of motherhood. Keep us in your thoughts. Thanks.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Happy 4th Birthday

Xander had a wonderful birthday. It's cool at 4 because he can tell people what he actually wants for his birthday. He got "Herbie" (from the movie), Superman toys, Batman toys, a Batman "computer", Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles toys, Spiderman toys, a cool radio control car and lots of clothes. Can you tell he likes superheroes?

He was so good for me at the doctor today too for his checkup. He passed his hearing and vision tests. 41 inches tall and 34 pounds. He's gained 3 inches and a pound since last year. No wonder all his pants fall down! He also had to show Dr. his Batman computer.

I took the whole day off so he'd have more time to play with his toys and he's having a ball. I haven't seen a favorite emerge just yet, but the fact that he's playing with everything makes me quite happy.

Thanks to everyone for making Xander's fourth birthday fun!