Thursday, October 30, 2008

more lessons learned

My neighbors must think I'm torturing the kid. He cried for at least 15 minutes last night over dinner rolls. Dinner. Rolls. Dinner ROLLS. And it's my own fault. See, everything was ready except the bread, because my new (to me) oven has to be turned to the bake setting in addition to the desired temperature in order to heat up. And, guess what? You got it! I forgot to set it to bake. But I remembered to put the butter on the table. And you better believe Punkin knows what's supposed to go with butter! He immediately asked about it, and I calmly pointed out that the bread just wasn't ready yet. Why didn't I just nonchalantly say, "Oops! We don't need that!'? I don't know. WHY DIDN'T I? Cause you know what happened? "WHHHAAAA!!!!! (smacks self in the head repeatedly) BUDDER! BWEAD! (throws fork, pushes plate away, attempts to dump out milk) WAIT! (knocks over chair) WHAAA!!! NOT WEADY YET!! WWHHAAA!!!" I calmly explained that if he just nibbled on his apple slices, veggies, and casserole, the bread would be finished in a snap. "WHAAA!!!" So I ate my dinner while he cried. And I made sure to mention, when the rolls were done, that since I had eaten my casserole, I would get a roll. And yes, being the evil mother that I am, I ate it right in front of him as he screamed. How did this end, you ask? In me practically shoving a piece of casserole in his mouth, which eventually made him stop screaming when he realized, "Oh, ya, I like this!" So he ate a few bites and got his stupid bread with butter. And when he ate the top off his bread, he got more butter. 'Cause he said please.

Tonight was much happier, even though he ended up eating almost nothing for dinner. The 30th is always Trick-or-Treat in our city. I wanted REALLY badly for him to be Woody this year, but I couldn't find all of the pieces -- specifically boots to fit him -- to make it work. So I picked up a Buzz Lightyear costume instead. Oma tried her best to snap a photo of him with his pumpkin pail, but he wouldn't stand still for a second! At first he didn't quite understand the arrangement; but after a few houses he was on a roll. It pretty much went like this: "Hi, guys! Look 'em!" as he held up his pumpkin pail as if to say, You wouldn't believe what people will do just to see this thing. It's magic. Grown-ups are kind of naive, man! He stayed out for over an hour, but when we got back to Oma's he was so tired he wouldn't eat anything. Note to self: eat dinner first next year. Oh, the small wisdoms we learn!

Don't let your kid take off his pull-up on your bed. He WILL pee on the sheets. This WILL make you angry.

Do remind your child (who hates clothing) frequently that wearing the Buzz costume is his ticket to candy.

Do assemble presents as much as possible before they are wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree.

Do keep diapers and wipes stashed in as many places as possible, examples include the car, purse, child's backpack, cubby at school, Oma's car, Oma and Opa's house.

DO be incredibly thankful to God for his AMAZING ability to bring together people to work in your life. Punkin's new OT is not only one of his former respite workers, she is one of two ALL TIME FAVORITE respite workers! I am STOKED. IF THE CAPS AREN'T CLEAR ENOUGH. Nothing was decided today, we just shared information and she observed him completing various tasks.

Don't leave the butter on the table unless you are ready to hand over the biscuits ASAP.

But,

Do remain calm and stick to your guns when they aren't WEADY YET.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

like son, like mother?

Going to the eye doctor is always sort of nerve wracking for me because I'm worried I won't give him the right answer and then my prescription will be wrong and then the world will implode. So I sit and wring my hands through determining which slide is clearer than the other, if all of the dots are really lined up, and whether or not I can read the line easily or if I actually had to squint a little. Today, things were put into perspective. He basically told me that my wiring is a little "different." No, mom! My optical wiring. I am more sensitive to visual stimuli and even subtle changes than most people. Oh, duh! Guess that's where Punkin gets it!

It's just weird how all of these quirky things about myself add up to Fragile X -- and how many of them I have in common with Punkin, even if much less intense. It's refreshing to know that I can look inside myself to understand Punkin's challenges tiny little bit more and help him cope with a world that often seems to fight against us with it's goopy pudding, wal-mart lighting, icky icky wallet fabrics and super dry paper towels, strings, tags, flashing lights, cushions on chairs and couches, coats (OH THE COATS, OH THE HORROR), and slides flipping back and forth between really blurry and slightly less blurry. Which is better? The first slide or the alternative? Tell me when the two sides look more or less the same. Tell me when the dots line up. Tell me when they start to look funny. Now tell me when they line up again.

When I came back to school to pick up Punkin after the appointment, his teacher told me that he strutted into the after school program, threw down his bag, waved while greeting his friends with a "Hi guys!", removed his coat, and yelled 'Ta-Da!" She also told me that when they went to the school assembly about fire safety, he was laying on her lap and decided to take a little CHOMP out of her leg. He wasn't mad; it was just in the way when he needed a little oral input.

On a completely different note, the episode of Law and Order SVU I'm currently watching is subject -- unusual though it may be -- to some seriously bad acting.

Monday, October 27, 2008

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http://www.barackobama.com/pdf/Obama08_HealthcareFAQ.pdf

http://www.barackobama.com/issues/healthcare/

i have been a fervent supporter of obama since 2003.

i really didn't want to turn this into a political blog, though, i just find obama's ideas refreshing. it's okay if you disagree. now scroll down to look at cute punkin pictures and read about how much money was raised for fragile x last week!!!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

This is worth seeing and reading. I can't find anything on McCain's site about people with disabilities and nothing so extensive about early intervention. I'd love to see a link if you find something I couldn't. Here's a few excerpts:

Zero to Five Plan: The Obama-Biden comprehensive "Zero to Five" plan will provide critical support to young children and their parents. Unlike other early childhood education plans, the Obama-Biden plan places key emphasis at early care and education for infants, which is essential for children to be ready to enter kindergarten. Obama and Biden will create Early Learning Challenge Grants to promote state "zero to five" efforts and help states move toward voluntary, universal pre-school.

Expand Early Head Start and Head Start: Obama and Biden will quadruple Early Head Start, increase Head Start funding and improve quality for both.

Affordable, High-Quality Child Care: Obama and Biden will also provide affordable and high-quality child care to ease the burden on working families.

Early Intervention for Children with Disabilities: Children's ability to succeed in school relies on the foundation they build in their first three years. Pre-kindergarten for four-year-olds is important, but it is not enough to ensure children arrive at school ready to learn. This is particularly so for children with disabilities and/or special health care needs, who already face challenges in the early years that can set them behind their peers before they ever enter school. Barack Obama and Joe Biden will invest $10 billion per year in early intervention educational and developmental programs for children between zero and five. Their plan will help expand Early Head Start to serve more children with disabilities, and will spur states, through programs like Early Learning Challenge Grants, to expand programs for children with disabilities, such as IDEA Part C, and integrate these programs with other early childhood programs.

Support Universal Screening: Roughly 90 percent of infants in the United States are screened for various potentially disabling or life-threatening conditions, but fewer than half the states screen all infants for the American College of Medical Genetics’ full recommended panel of 29 disorders. Many of these conditions, if caught early, can be treated before they result in permanent impairments or even death. And parents are often unaware that the tests are available. Barack Obama and Joe Biden believe that we should ensure that all states have comprehensive newborn screening programs. In addition, they support setting a national goal to provide re-screening for all two-year-olds – the age at which some conditions, including autism spectrum disorders, begin to appear. Part of Obama's early childhood intervention plan will be directed at coordinating fragmented community programs to help provide parents with information about screening for disabilities as infants and again as two-year olds. Achieving universal screening is essential so that disabilities can be identified early enough to help children and families get the special supports and resources they need.

I think it's exciting that someone is recognizing 0-5 and the need for broader testing of newborns and putting it in their campaign platform!
Punkin filled up his potty sticker chart in record time, so we headed off to the Children's Museum on Saturday to play. Don't get too excited, he's still going in his diaper and all trips to the potty are initiated by me. But in general, things are progressing.

They have a room where you're supposed to bang FIGHDERS around and make lots of noise.
AND they have a YELLOW potty!
This is the face of a boy laughing hysterically over the video Kristie posted yesterday. We've watched it a few times now.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

fragile x week results are IN and we ROCK at the easiest fundraiser EVER

My aunt called maybe six months ago and mentioned that the student council at the elementary school where she works wanted to have a fundraiser and they voted to have it benefit Fragile X and call it Gene Day -- pay $1 to wear jeans instead of their uniforms. I decided to have the same day at the schools where my mom and I work as well. The difference would be that the staff would pay $5 to wear jeans since our kids don't wear uniforms. Anyway, it turned into Fragile X Week with one school participating Tuesday, one Wednesday, and one Thursday.

Anyway,

We left Wednesday afternoon for my Aunt and Uncle's house an hour and a half away. Punkin did great in the car, minus the solid five minutes of screaming near the end. Once we turned off the highway into a residential neighborhood, though, he stopped screaming and started listing people's names; someone we knew lived in one of those houses. The end was in sight. We settled in for some dinner; Punkin surprised me by attacking a salad with ranch dressing. (Like the tartar sauce last month, though, it turned his face bright red wherever it touched him.) He needed some convincing to sleep in a strange bed, but eventually fell asleep so I could eat some apple cake. (Hhheeaaahhhvvaannn.)

The next morning I gave a rather lackluster (and short) speech to the school (K-8). But then I went and said hi to them in their classrooms, and I think that went much better because I was only speaking to one grade level instead of navigating the very little kids with the almost high-schoolers. One kindergartener asked, "Does he have any teeth?" then "Can I see them? Can you tell him to open his mouth?" and "How many teeth does he have?"

We hung out with my aunt's class quite a bit. One of her first graders leaned over to her friend, pointed to me, and whispered, "She's gonna be famous!" After we ate some pizza for lunch and celebrated the $250 (!!) they raised, we headed home. I was so sleepy I had to pull over for about 10 minutes to rest my eyes.

So, how does it all add up? Well, my mom's school raised $128, the school I work at and two other related preschools raised $230, and my aunt's school raised $250. So all together $608 was raised for The National Fragile X Foundation!! All of the donations are being sent in separately, but I plan to send a letter with the ones I'm mailing to explain how this all developed. I definitely encourage you to try this at some point to raise money for whatever is important to you. It is super easy, requiring almost no planning and very basic math skills. =)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

warning: potty training update

he peed in the potty twice at school, three times at home, and once at best buy. !!!!! we haven't been in this good of a potty training position since july. let's hope it lasts this time! i won't talk about what happened in his diaper at the store, though. let's just say an emergency diaper purchase was made and many windows were opened to air out the car. wish me luck tomorrow -- i have to talk in front of a whole school. i should say i GET to talk in front of a whole school, about my three favorite topics: me, fragile x, and punkin.

Monday, October 20, 2008

GENE DAY!!


thanks, jennie!
(and laura for making exactly what i was envisioning!)

exciting developments and one mounting headache

does anyone else find it humorous that the makers of swiffer sweepers, the product that taught us that we don't need silly spray cleaning products or brooms -- just a simple cloth to pick up dirt and dust -- has now brought us -- wait for it ---DUSTING SPRAY! ?


punkin seems to have turned a corner in the potty-training endeavor. actually, i turned a corner first; the corner of bribery and desperation. it started with him getting candy for sitting on the potty. it did the trick of convincing him that the toilet deserved another chance, but quickly lost any motivational pull. so i bought this this book about going potty that had a chart in it. the chart had four rows of ten with spaces for stickers. i cut two rows off of the chart. the first one i filled with stickers. the second i left blank. i hung them both on the bathroom wall with a picture of us at the children's museum. he LOVES the children's museum. i'm not sure how much he understands, but he must understand it to a point (after i explained repeatedly that we weren't going to the museum that second) because he went potty THREE times today. and it was in the regular potty, not his glorified plastic chamber pot. whoo-hoo! or as punkin says these days, "hoo-hoo!" i think the best reward for him, though, is my reaction. i cannot adequately describe it here. i can ony say it involves hands in the air, shouting "yaaaahhh!!!", and a funny voice.

and now, more about ME! my doctor's office called today. the nurse told me that my scan showed a slightly deviated septum, but otherwise everything looked "pretty good."
so do i need to schedule and appointment?
nope! (happy voice)
okay.
goes to hang up.
but i'm still sick! i've been sick for at least 6 weeks. i need ... something.
okay.
and she promises someone will call me back. that was 6 hours ago...

other exciting developments:

punkin was able to put on his socks (after his teacher got them over his toes) and shoes today all by himself given the incentive of lunch.

he is going through a growth spurt, which is terribly exciting because he sleeps all the time. and since i haven't had as much respite lately, this is a welcome relief.

prison break is just as gory, slow-moving, intricate, and addicting as ever.

social security is making me crazy yet again. it counted a child support payment i got in august towards my august AND september income. and when i called about it, the lady ... well... i have to send back papers that they should already have copies of. GAHAHHAHA.

my new meds seem to be good. the chlorazepate is especially nice to take before bed because it makes me super sleepy. and i haven't had any problems from the lexapro. there's no way i could take the chlorazepate during the day, though. unless i tried taking half. but i'd have to try that on a day i was staying home all day to see what the effects were. i'm used to the honeymoon period of meds, so we will see if my love for them changes. =)

monday is nearly over!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

let's raise some funds!

This week is my own personal Fragile X Week! It's basically a series of GENE Days. Teachers at my mom's school are wearing jeans (get it?) on Tuesday for $5, the school I work at and its affilliates are wearing jeans for $5 on Wednesday, and my Aunt's school (students and teachers) are wearing them Thursday.And I am going to talk to the kids after their chapel service Thursday. Anything you think I should absolutely say? Hopefully we will be able to raise a substantial amount of money and raise awareness. I am sending home flyers with all the kids explaining to their parents why the teachers are wearing jeans and the basics of Fragile X. My friend Laura made a super-cool logo and I tried really hard to get it on my blog, but I just couldn't. So if you want to see it or you want to use it for your own event, e-mail me at fxfundraiser@gmail.com. Otherwise, here's the info, adapted from a the Top Ten list I found at Fragile What?.


FRAGILE X SYNDROME

1. It’s genetic. Many families have never heard of Fragile X and may not have a family history of learning problems.


2. About 1 in 260 women and 1 in 800 men are carriers.*

3. About 1 in 3600 boys and 1 in 4000 girls have Fragile X Syndrome.*

4. Fragile X Syndrome can affect anyone.

5. Fragile X Syndrome is a spectrum disorder, meaning symptoms may vary from mild learning and emotional problems to severe cognitive impairment (mental retardation) and autism.

6. Carriers of Fragile X can have problems with reproduction as early as their 20’s and problems with balance, coordination, and memory in their later years.

7. There are certain traits related to Fragile X Syndrome, but no child has all of them. Some of them include learning problems, a long face and big ears, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), anxiety, shyness, and speech delay.

8. When testing for Fragile X Syndrome (FXS), it is critical that the correct tests are ordered – the Fragile X DNA (Southern Blot) and Polymerase Chain Reaction (PCR) tests are recommended.

9. Kids with Fragile X are lovable and friendly.

10. Where to go for the most accurate and up-to-date information on Fragile X Syndrome:
http://www.fragilex.org/ (The National Fragile X Foundation)
http://www.fraxa.org/ Fragile X Research Foundation

*http://www.fragilex.org/html/prevalence.htm

Thursday, October 16, 2008

there's french silk pie in the fridge

someone please save me from my sinus misery. you would be doing my coworkers and son a favor as well as my sand volleyball team. because they rely on me to be alert and responsive. right now the pressure on my brain is leaving me semi-conscious at best.

also, it is thursday. which means tomorrow is friday. and that is always a good thing. the hopefulness of the coming weekend and all it's relaxing joys spill out before me every thursday afternoon. *sigh*

seriously, my left eye must bulging out of my head by now.

i did laundry yesterday. this wouldn't usually be exciting, except that i did laundry IN MY BUILDING. as in down the stairs. one flight. it didn't interrupt my entire day. it didn't drive punkin to near collapse. there was no vending machine to taunt me with its alternating chocolately and cheesy fantasies. *another sigh*

i've decided that the automated postal center is a fabulous step in the right direction. but what i really want is a drive through. no unleashing punkin from his five-point harness. no carrying super-heavy boxes in one hand, desperately grasping a squirmy boy in the other, and staring at the door begging it telepathically to open. nope. just drive up and drive away.

i am so brilliant, i know. amazing how i can come up with these things even as my brain turns to soup.

i talked to punkin's new OT today. she sounded like the nicest lady ever. she may not be able to take us on herself, actually, because she is going on maternity leave in decemeber and wants punkin to have some continuity. but i feel completely confident in this center. everyone i've spoken to is just plain happy and nice. and they possess a quality difficult to find in many professionals -- the ability to listen.

so my friend and i went for a nature hike today at the END OF MY STREET. there's a little pavilion and everything. so cute. very unkempt, but i like it.

i realized i never told you about my experience at volleyball a few weeks ago. i was walking in wearing shorts, which i NEVER do -- and these two guys are standing outside the bar smoking (there's a new no smoking indoors law). one of them looks at me and says, "damn, girl" (oh please do not hit on me) "you don't spend 'nough time in the tanning bed. you's pale. damn." (nice.)

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

so i have nothing very exciting to say. punkin is on antibiotics for an unidentified problem having to do with bacteria somewhere, maybe his sinuses or his throat. and i am going to have to wait a while for the results of my ct-scan. he got sick saturday night immediately after i came back from a wedding. it was weird. all of the sudden i'm at the wedding and i know i need to be with him. so when i check on him and he is snoozing, i think it must be the wine. then he wakes up maybe a minute later and he is burning up (103+) and vomits (very hot, by the way) on my shoulder. this continues for the next day and a half, and forces me to face the reality that i feel really lousy myself (did i mention my sinuses are going to explode?). i did love the part where he cuddled with me on a pile of blankets in front of the tv all day sunday, though. that was good stuff.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Okay. Kristie made me raise a question. How many of you or your FX children stopped breathing or were not breathing at birth? My heart rate was very low, they should have done a c-section but didn't, and I came out blue. I spent some time in the ICU. A strange sight, no doubt, to see a 9 pound 4 ounce baby amongst the premies. Punkin needed only a couple bursts of oxygen. He was born very quickly, though, whereas my mom' labor with me was much longer and more horrendous.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

remember how i said i want punkin to stand in front of church and sing with the other kids? well, it wasn't the front of church, but it was close. we went to an event at church tonight. it's 3 hours, the first hour is for eating (super cheap), the second hour is for kids and parents to separate and do some learnin', and the final hour is to come back together for a little crafty time. before the kids left for their classes, they all gathered at the front of the fellowship hall to sing a song. punkin charged right up there and danced his little legs away. his dancing resembles jumping in circles, by the way. on the way back to our seats, a little girl encouraged me, "well, he's got the jumping part down. he really has the jumping part down."

Monday, October 6, 2008

seven things meme

I've been tagged by Holly's mom over at Holly Daze. Her little baby is the first one to receive minocycline (a common antibiotic) as a potential treatment for Fragile X. You can read more about it here or here. Super exciting stuff.

For this tag, I am supposed to say 7 interesting/unknown things about me. I'm being a little more than lenient with my responses. And I have 9. Oops.

1. My favorite episode of Spongebob Squarepants is on right now. We usually don't watch it, but I was in the mood. Anyway, this jerk comes into the Krusty Krab and accuses Spongebob of forgetting to put a pickle on his Crabby Patty. This unsettling news rattles Spongebob to an even deeper level of stupidity; it renders him completely unable to assemble a Crabby Patty correctly. He stands at the counter repeating the steps in the wrong order, "Ketchup, bun, tomato, burger, bun, mustard, lettuce...." It continues at home, where he can't remember how to tuck himself in at night, "Sheet, Spongebob, mattress, blanket." Eventually he regains his confidence and Bikini Bottom returns to normal.

2. Punkin's notebook read, "The pictures in his bag should adequately describe your son's activities during rest time." The photos are him, on his upside-down cot, sporting only a pull-up. It's a good thing his teacher has a sense of humor. =)

3. I have to get a cat scan of my sinuses on Thursday. This is something that probably should have been done years ago, but I am afraid of three simple words, "You need surgery."

4. Sometimes the idea of having a cure for Fragile X scares me. I know, crazy, right? It's not so much a concern for babies and toddlers, but for older patients. I blame it on Flowers for Algernon. I mean, imagine a teenager or even an elementary student who has always known life a certain way and then just slowly flipping a switch. It's not as if that individual would lose their memory. I just can't imagine shifting my perspective -- and other people's perspective of me --along with my general understanding and abilities changing so dramatically. Plus, I love Punkin and all of his crazy quirks. I can't imagine him any other way. At the same time, however, I have to understand that he is 3 right now. When he's 13 or 23 I may feel much differently as I watch how his life and circumstances differ so greatly from his peers. Right now his quirks are funny. His aggression can be contained or even ignored to a certain degree. And sometimes when the (private Lutheran) school kids sing in church on Sunday I want to just cry and cry and cry because I want so badly for him to be up there some day. And maybe he will be as a Sunday school student. I am so appreciative of my Lutheran education; I wish I could share that entire experience with him. So right now my priority is awareness so that more people are correctly diagnosed and more babies are tested at birth so that they can receive early intervention services (and maybe that cure).

5. I remember my first anxiety attack at around age 7. I share this only to make people aware that depression and anxiety occur at all ages and for all variety of reasons. I had a ridiculously beautiful childhood; my issues are chemical, not environmental. This, of course, makes me even more anxious as I watch my son, who is completely unable to express himself, and wonder what he thinks and feels as he struggles with Fragile X.

6. I believe in full inclusion in theory but often not in practice -- because it's done half-heartedly. It only works if every single professional in the school is on board and all of the appropriate supports for both staff and students are cemented in place. Inclusion doesn't just mean allowing Sally to go to some or all of her classes with all of her typical peers; it means adapting the entire curriculum, adapting the physical classroom, and giving her OT, PT, and speech resources that are built into every part of her day. And all of this should not be left to one teacher's shoulders. It should be a team of teachers working together, maybe even with (gasp) classroom aides, to support all of the students. Do you see this happening at your child's school? Cause I don't see it happening at mine. My sister taught in this type of environment, so it is possible. I know it's possible.

7. I was an extra in the movie The Babe. If you ever get an opportunity to do something like this, go for it. It was a fun educational experience. And hot. It was 90 degrees in a baseball stadium in the middle of Nowhere, Illinois.

8. I have a BA in English and History with a minor in Women's Studies. I guess that's why I'm working in a preschool, right? =)

9. I am not only voting for Obama, but I also donated to his campaign. My parents are weeping; my grandma is huddled in the corner clinging to a picture of Bill O'Reilly. I love that a family can have such big political differences and still love and respect each other. Even if they think I'm nuts. Last week one of my dad's co-workers gave me a little metaphor. He said that it's like this: You work hard in school, you get A's. You socialize, but you are responsible. Your roommate stays out late partying, skips class, and is flunking out. In an effort to save him, the college takes a little bit from you and all of the other A students and gives it to the failers, bringing them up to a C minus. This is what voting Democrat does, and it is terribly unfair to the A-listers. Okay, this would be unfair. The thing is, I also read something on Dooce (beware of her language) that caught my attention. She posed this question: Indulge me for a second and consider this scenario: let's say you're given the opportunity to donate some money to a desperate family who would use it to feed their children, but were only able to do so if you donated the same amount of money to someone you knew would use it to buy crack. Would you do it? I would. And I guess that makes me a Democrat. Because I understand that not everyone is like me -- not everyone who applies for and receives government help needs and deserves it because while they are educated and working it just isn't enough. But some people are like me; and those who abuse the system bring me down, too. I don't want to advocate for them, either. And in the case of college grades, let's be honest--the good acts of the studiers won't trickle down to help the D-listers. I guess the optimistic Democrat in me thinks we should figure out how to keep people off the D-list and give them stepping stones to get off of it when they end up there.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

too much boom, not enough water

My friend is getting married next week. So last night about 25 of us boarded The Boom Boom Bus for a night on the town. Sadly, it was not the pink boom boom bus, but it was still pretty sweet. It just took us from bar to bar after our initial party with presents and appetizers at a local restaurant. And I gotta say I had two drinks at the bars. In between bars (on the bus) was another story, as is evidenced by the jackhammer in my head almost 24 hours later.

Also, I have to publicly thank Oma for not only babysitting Punkin last night, but putting up with me this morning. I spent the night at her house with the intention of being mommy in the morning. Didn't so much happen that way.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

tube tree


it's not that it isn't nice to get a tube tree. in fact, i think it's a fantastic idea. how fun to plant a tree with your preschooler and help the earth. but the large majority of the parents at punkin's school rent. one family suggested planting it in a large pot and using it for a christmas tree, but i'm not sure trees grow that fast.

i thought punkin would like it, but i wasn't thinking about the needles being spikey -- he is not fond of that texture. i have a feeling he is more open to digging in the dirt, though.

Friday, October 3, 2008

imaginary conversation

me: punkin got a tree at school today

blogger friends: oh, like a pretend tree?

me: no, a real tree

bf: oh, seeds to plant? that's nice.

me: no, a tree. in a tube.

bf: you plant a tree in a tube? what on earth for?

me: no, no, no. it's a mini tree that's being kept in a tube until you decide to plant it. eventually it will grow into a giant ... hold on ... Norway Spruce.

bf: did everyone get one?

me: every preschooler.

bf: but why?

me: arbor day? going green? christmas?

bf: but where on earth are you supposed to plant it? at your apartment?

me: i live in the woods, so no.

bf: oma and opa?

me: they just cut down two trees. did i tell you i have a dishwasher?

bf: but i'm still confused about the tube tree.

me: i'm the one who had to help hand them out today and YOU'RE confused? i'm making a milkshake.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

quick update


*Sssiiiggghh*


the moving is over. i turned in the keys to my old place today, hopeful that i may see a portion of my deposit after they see the [cheap] carpet.


the only thing left is to buy curtains for my bedroom (the one with a balcony) and hang pictures.


there's a lock on the door to the building and two locks on my door. and opa made sure the sliding door on the balcony is safe, too, since i share it with my neighbor. (? so odd)


i finally got cable and internet today. hooray!


and something remarkable happened. i put my dirty dishes in this big black box, turned it on, and came back later [after much loud swishing of water and soap] to discover CLEAN dishes. i made a chocolate shake last night simply because i knew i wouldn't have to wash the blender by hand when i was done. ahhh, happy dance.