Posted by: lizgizzy | November 27, 2009

Scare

Yesterday started out like every morning.  At about 8:00am I woke up, rolled over and snuggled in a little deeper, thoroughly enjoying my pillow, while listening for James to start stirring on the monitor.  Sure enough I heard Jame’s sweet voice, he sounded sleepy so I let him stay in bed a little longer. When he started yelling that he was AWAKE, I headed downstairs. 

Once James realized that he didn’t have to go to school he bounced out of bed and headed into the bathroom.  James did his business, chattering the whole time, giddy that it was Thanksgiving.  Nothing seemed out of place, until James turned around.  HE HAD BLOOD IN HIS EAR!  Not a little blood, a lot of blood, it was crusted from the canal to the outer edge.  

Historically I’ve been very calm during emergencies, I’ve help a bicyclist with sever head trauma while waiting for an ambulance, there was gore and blood, but that guy was a total stranger.  Sure his brains were leaking out of a hole in his forehead and both his ears were bleeding, but that was stranger brains and blood.  Based on this experience, I know what blood in the ear can mean so naturally I lost my mind because this was my one and only.  Tim on the other-hand was calm, cool, and collected, which I was less than patient with.   At Tim’s very reasonable request I called the nurses line, and was with maddening calm, was told it could be an ear infection or A FRICKEN’ SKULL FRACTURE…which I ALREADY KNEW!    James said that he’d fallen at school and bumped the side of his head, so the nurse advised a trip to the emergency room.  

Being that it was Thanksgiving morning, the emergency room was pretty empty and we got right in.  The doctor saw us very quickly which I expected because my SON HAD BLOOD COMING OUT OF HIS EAR.  Turns out that he most likely had a middle-ear infection, he was bleeding from around the tube.  This was and wasn’t a huge surprise.  Before James turned two, he’d had a ton of ear infections.  Right before he had tubes, he’d been on medication for months.  If he didn’t go on medication he’d get crazy fevers- one was 106.5, honest to god.   Since he’s had the tubes in, he’s been ear infection free until now. I guess it is possible to get an ear infection with tubes.  He is now on medication and it is like nothing ever happened. 

The day before Thanksgiving I thought I was thankful….I’m thankful, grateful, and all the other words ending with ful that I can’t think of right now.   James is sitting on the floor building Duplo “things to make damage” and asking his Daddy and I if we are ready to “play damage but not people, we are hunters”, he has no idea how relieved his Dad and I are that he is OK.

Posted by: lizgizzy | November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving

I’m thankful for many things: my job, my health, friends, but I’m particularly thankful for my wonderful family.

1. Dad-for surviving my formative years, and being such a great Grandpa.

2. To Tim for being a wonderful husband, feeding James, and taking him to bed almost every night since I got out of the hospital, without complaint about anything.

3. For James  who says, while looking closely at a Go Diego band aide on the most infinitesimal of boo boos suffered while following a dramatic fall on our hardwood floors…”Diego is swinging on a vine to stay away from the cheetahs, the crocodiles, and in a solemn conspiratorial tone “the feeeemaaales, they have big teeth.”

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Posted by: lizgizzy | November 10, 2009

Discussions with James

Not much has been going on this week, I’m recovering from a hysterectomy and am too lazy to post.  But this was too cute to not write aboute.

James and Tim had two very serious discussions tonight.

 In the bathroom at a local restaurant:

J:  Dad?

D:  Yes?

J:  You’ve gotta be good, or no more stickers

D:  That’s right, if you are bad, you don’t get any more stickers

(Snickers from the gentleman in the next stall)

J:  No Dad, You have to be good, or no more stickers For You!

(Full on laughter)

Later at home: 

J:  Dad?

D:  Yes?

s: Stay away from chemicals, if you don’t you’ll be in big trouble

D:   Ok son

Js:  And Dad?

D:  Yes son?

J:  Some frogs have chemicals in them

D: OK son

J:  Dad?

D:  Yes

J:  Some people have chemicals in their bones, and in their brains.  Brains are not in your stomach, they are in your head

D:  Why yes son, that is right, your brains are in your head

J: Yeah , your brains are in your head, so you can think about what you want from Santa

Posted by: lizgizzy | October 22, 2009

Get Me to the Grave

I wish I could take credit for this. A friend sent this to me at work. I almost snorted latte out my nose I was laughing so hard. Whoever wrote this has the right attitude.

“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways – Chardonnay in one hand – chocolate in the other – body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO-HOO, what a ride!!”

Posted by: lizgizzy | October 13, 2009

Ouch

I live in a household primarily inhabited by men, being in the minority means that toilet seats are usually left in the up position. Being a capable gal, I can put the seat down by myself. I don’t mind usually, frankly there are bigger battles; I just get a little cranky when I forget, and fall in during nighttime trips to the bathroom. Well evidentially Karma is female and doesn’t really care about my opinion on the subject.

Now that my son is a “big boy”, I’ve been trying very hard to let go of my tendency to hover. This means that I let him play on the deck with minimal supervision, or walk down the driveway to the shop alone, while I watch out a window, without him knowing. I know, I have a long way to go…but THINGS CAN HAPPEN!

Last night I practiced my non-hovering skills. James asked to take a bath and I told him to get ready by undressing and going potty, while I took care of some laundry downstairs. He dutifully trooped into the bathroom, and started to get ready, while l put laundry into the washing machine while listening with my bat-like supermom hearing. Roughly 30 second in, James starts crying hysterically. “That’s what I get for trying not to smother my child with hovering,” I thought as I rushed up the stairs to find him, sans pants, shuffling towards the stairs, tears streaming down his cheeks. The dreaded had happened.

I was tearfully informed that the toilet had bitten him, and sure enough there was an angry red mark across his tenders. James likes to reach across and touch the seat, or giggle the handle when he goes and I think he might have pulled the lid down. Anyway, there was lots of hissing through clenched teeth as I dutifully checked “the area.” I had visions of crushed grapes, but checking made him giggle, and a cool bath soothed the pain away. By the end of his bath James was his usually self, i.e. super pissed about having to go to bed. But at least he had forgotten about the toilet lid pinching his privates. Note to men of all ages, Karma likes the seat down.

Posted by: lizgizzy | October 6, 2009

Rockin’ It Out

My bad-ass little boy turned 4 last weekend, and has been showing off his new maturity by channeling his inner Tre Cool.  He’s been bustin’ some serious moves, complete with devil horn flashin’, and head bangin’ that would make the members of Green Day proud.  He is, and I quote “rockin’ it out with my booty!” 

While I appreciate his new-found sense of ryhthm, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I signed him up for Kindermusik. I thought that he’d gradually grow an appreciation for classic children’s songs, such as Twikle Twikle Little Star.   But no, little man was born to Rock. 

I knew James was enjoying music more because he’s been making up songs (about turtles), singing along to songs, asking to listen to music in the car instead of just during bedtime.  But he let is inner freak fly tonight.  His Grandpa Pat, sent him this totally awesome Spiderman card that plays a rock song (titled Spectacular Spider Man.)  Dude he was air-drumming to the beat. 

I think I need to to have a serious talk with his Kindermusik teacher.

Posted by: lizgizzy | September 6, 2009

Getting Back to Normal- The Rest of the Story

Post updated with complete trip report – I’m finally able to publish again!  Yeah!  I think my laptop is the problem Booo!

James spent the week at a back-up daycare that graciously took us in until our school was repaired.  Luckily the city was incredibly supportive, came through with permits at the speed of light, and James will be back to his classroom this coming Tuesday.  All the babies are just fine too, thank goodness.

So back to the original topic, cruising.  Week before all the drama, we cruised to Alaska, round trip, from Seattle, on Celebrity’s Infinity.  Overall, the whole experience was nice, but we wouldn’t cruise to Alaska again.  More about why later.

The good.  The service was great.   Being out on the open ocean was cool, even when the water was rough.  All the staff from our butler, the waiters, the people checking us in, were warm, incredibly quick, and very professional.  We felt taken care of.  The food was great considering that thousands of people were being served all at once.  The scenery was beautiful.  Cruising thought the Inside Passage was surreal.  The mountains in Alaska were stunning, lots of snow capped peaks and waterfalls.  One thing that was interesting was watching the water change.  Water in Seattle is a dark greenish blue.  Water in Alaska is clearer, paler blue, not like the Caribbean, but definitely blue.

We’d also heard horror stories about embarking and disembarking the boat, people waiting in line for hours. We didn’t experience any issues.  We arrived an hour before our published boarding time and walked right on the ship.  We couldn’t go to our cabin right away because the rooms were still being cleaned, but there was plenty of exploring to do. Whenever we left the ship or came back, lines were very short and moved briskly.  We did miss our appointed departure time the last day, but that wan’t a big deal because we didn’t have to make a connection to anywhere, so we spent some time snooping around, seeing what other classes of staterooms were like.  The Presidential Suite is stunning by the way, if you have $15,000 for a week, it can be yours.  It includes a baby grand piano in the living room, marble floors, a huge deck that takes up half the width of the back of the boat and wraps around one chunk of the side.  Anyway, finding our luggage at the end of our trip was a little daunting, but that was the toughest part.

The outstanding.  Dinner in the SS United States.  The SS United States is a specialty restaurant that required reservations and charges an extra fee.  Paying $60/per person for dinner without a wine paring, or $90/per person with wine was worth every penny.  The decor was very refined and elegant. The service was old fashioned, butlers carrying silver platters… white-golved perfection, and as we’d come to expect, friendly.  The meal was one of the best we’ve had in years.  I had sweat breads and Tim had steak that  was “finished” at our table.  Where was James during dinner?  He was hanging out at The Fun Factory, Infinity’s version of daycare.  

The Fun Factory was James’s little slice of heaven.   They had a ball pit, and twisty slides (one inside and one out).  There was a wall of craft supplies, Leapsters galore, movies, a stage with costumes, computers, and a TV studio.  The staff all seemed fresh out of college, were attentive, and kept the kids busy with projects and pretend, and general running around.  James went on a tour of the bridge, and had  a behind-the scenes tour of the ship.  He even went to two sleep-overs.  We had to work hard to get him interested in hanging out with us. 

Cruising to Hubbard Glacier was AWESOME.  Finding cruises that travel round-trip out of Seattle, that also go to a glacier, is really difficult.  Some stop at Icy Strait, but the entrance to the strait is narrow and if there is too much ice in the water, the ship won’t go in, and you don’t get any glacier action.  We didn’t care about shopping for fur or diamonds during port days, we wanted glaciers, and didn’t want to miss an opportunity because of crappy weather.

Well, we got an eyeful.  We got to see it up close, I think we were within .3 of a mile and it was awesome.   The captain turned the boat from one side to the other so that everyone got to see the glacier, and we were there for about an hour.  Hubbard is one of the few glaciers that is still advancing and it is simply huge, 78 miles long, and 6 miles wide when it reaches the bay.  The ice is a brilliant blue and dangerous looking.  We managed to catch some huge icebergs calving.  Tim an I were in awe, James was not.  He couldn’t get back to The Fun Factory fast enough. 

We couldn’t get enough of glaciers, and the next day we took a very expensive helicopter ride and spent a very rainy hour walking on Mendenhall glacier.  We played in a waterfall inside an ice cave.  Standing on crystal clear blue ice that is almost 2000 feet thick, between the tops of two mountains, made me feel insignificant. 

The not so good  On board entertainment really left something to be desired.  There was an acappella group called The Dockers, who were really quite good, but James was the only one impressed by the musical review.  I think it was because they were all wearing shiny costumes and he likes glitz. The magician was young, arrogant, and frequently dropped his props.  The smooth jazz singer needs to retire.

We also got a little tired of constantly being pestered to buy drinks, or a candid photo to remember our trip by.  We know that the ship needs to make money but we felt a little hounded.

Port days were pretty boring.  Port towns in Alaska are usually nestled in some amazing scenery, and we should have taken advantage of that.  I’d rather have spent less is in the spa and taken a whale watching tour, or even a bus ride out of the city to see wildlife.  We didn’t and I’m still kicking myself.  Don’t get me wrong, we took a walk through the old part of Katchican, which was built on stilts along a lovely river.  Salmon were spawning and  seeing thousands of salmon trying to get up-river is  more interesting than I thought it would be.  However, the towns are filled with endless fur and jewelry stores.  I was not seeing any amazing deals, and the whole shopping atmosphere seemed a little desperate. 

Spa services were really expensive and just OK.  They also tried really hard to sell additional services, which I quickly tired of fending off.  The ladies changing room was in decent shape, only a few tiles missing here and there, but Tim said that the men’s changing room was “gross.”  He got so fed up with the spa’s showers that he go back to our room to shower after a treatment or a workout. 

The really not so good.  The ship was in rough shape, really rough shape.  We’d read reviews and were prepared so it wasn’t a shock.  Everything was worn, or dented, or frayed.  Carpet was held down with masking tape.  Tile was falling off the walls in the Spa showers, drains were clogged,  shower heads were broken.  The curtains in our suite were torn along the edges.  The ship wasn’t dirty, just abused.  We tried to turn a blind eye, but it really hard to ignore.  After we got home, we heard that this is becoming more common, that cruise lines are struggling and are re-fitting their ships less, and less frequently.

Overall, we had a nice time, I just don’t think we’d cruise to Alaska again.  We couldn’t put our finger on why for a while.  We figured it out when we arrived in Victoria, B.C.  It was a lovely, warm day, and after kicking around town for a bit, we came back to the board, pulled a protesting James out of the Fun Factory, and wandered around up on deck, sat and watched the sun set, and another cruise  ship make its way into port.  We’d been somewhat crabby in the days prior and that afternoon we realized why.  Alaska was cold and rainy, we spent most of our time indoors, or running quickly between overhangs to stay out of the rain and we had a big old case of cabin fever.  Once the sun came out our attitudes improved immediately. 

If we do cruise again, which I think we will, we want to find a newer boat, one that hopefully hasn’t been beaten up too badly.  We’d consider cruising with Celebrity again just because the service was so good.  But, we may go to Mexico or the Caribbean, wherever is warm, so that we can be outside more. 

We would willingly pony up the extra cash for a suite again.  Having a few extra feet in the living room and in the bathroom kept me sane.  I’m not claustrophobic but if we’d been in an inside stateroom I would have had to be medicated, they redefine small, I don’t know how couples stand it much less families.  Matter-o-fact, I’d pony up for a bigger suite next time.  Having some room to stretch out and relax privately means a lot to me.  I don’t know if I care about having a veranda, Tim enjoyed being out on it and I might have spent more time out there if it hadn’t been so cold.  I also would have spent less time in the spa and more time working out, or taking excursions.

Advice to future cruisers, choose your ship carefully, each line caters to a different demographic.  Choose your destination carefully.  Book through a travel center that speicalizes in cruises, they really know how to work the booking system, and will work hard to find you a good deal.   We managed to get a veranda suite for the price of an inside stateroom.  They are also very knowledgeable about the differences between the cruise lines. 

I’ll post pictures soon.

Posted by: lizgizzy | August 31, 2009

Someone Really Messed Up

I was all set to start writing up a trip report on last week’s cruise.  However, breaking news is preempting the review.  This is not how the front of my son’s daycare is supposed to look…..EVER.

A car should not go here

A car DOES NOT go here

How this happened, I have no clue because the parking lot is so narrow, I’d think it would be really hard to work up enough speed to ram a vehicle almost all the way into the infant’s room.  Luckily no one was seriously injured, just a few cuts and bruises, and some really scared babies, teachers, and parents.   

James’s room is a few doors down from the infant room and was never in danger.  Regardless, emergency workers were handling all the parents very gently.  I received a firefighter escort to James’s room and after I gave my information to the police I found James  a little freaked out, but otherwise fine.   He ran at me like he was being shot out of a cannon and wailed “the car hit the babies,” while he attached himself to my leg.  Press was everywhere on the ground, and in the air, emergency vehicles and workers were all over the place.  It was all a little overwhelming for both of us. 

I received an escort back to my car, and on our way back we watched the SUV being removed from the building.  As the SUV exited, parts of the room collapsed.  It was overwhelming to think that a vehicle had occupied  the same space as infants…IN…DOORS!  Needless to say, I freaked out, and James was still pretty worked up.  I think that the firefighter was seeing a little too much white in our eyes, so he gently suggested that we might like to sit in the fire truck.  It was nice to get away from the swirl of activity until the tow truck moved, and we could go home.

While we watched everyone work, I realized that despite the mayhem everyone was really going to be ok.  I’m thankful to the police, firefighters, and daycare for handling things so well.

Update:  The news just reported that the driver was on crutches, her right foot in a cast.  She was “visibly shaken.”  I think that there are some parents that would like to line up to give her some more shaking.

Posted by: lizgizzy | August 30, 2009

Vacation Hang-Over

James took a six hour nap today, Tim is flat on the couch, and I feel stoned (not that I actually know what that feels like..honest) or drunk, maybe more drunk because solid land is rocking. We are tired, TIRED, T.I.R.E.D. We are completely incapable of taking it easy even on a cruise. More later, too tired to keep typing.

 

Posted by: lizgizzy | August 15, 2009

Birthday Party Mania

All the turkey during the Holidays must have made quite a few couples feel relaxed enough to overcome the inevitable Holiday stress, and get pretty darn busy because we’ve been to four Birthday parties in two weekends.  More parties are in our future.  James is having a ball, and taking really good naps.  Unfortunately most of those naps are in the car in between parties.  Momma needed a nap today, but Daddy believes that the co-pilot must remain awake to entertain the pilot….

All whining aside, James really did have fun if a little tangled in the decor.

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And who may I ask is responsible for teaching my son how to flash gang signs?  Or is this ASL for I love you?

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