summer

Changes afoot…

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The weather turned today, from the long hot days of August, to waking up to the cool, soothing sound of a gentle (but persistent) August rain.  The plants sure need it:  my Magnolia tree in the back yard is showing the stress.  The new Dogwood  would be happy to flourish with some extra rain.

The sound of rain, the cooler temperatures, the need to snuggle under a blanket is just one more reminder of the major changes about to come to the house.  Back to School is screaming at us from around the corner, we are T-minus 12. Days. Away.

The kids know it, but so far it is only bringing fun things, new things.  There is a new row of shoes at the front door, fresh clothes in drawers, and the shiny promise of fresh stationary.  They are still in bedtime denial, pushing and pushing until well after ten o’clock.  We are trying to pull bedtimes and get them up earlier, but so far, it has been totally ineffective.  And I am not pushing too hard, yet.  I know they have this week, and then the real real reality will set in, and we will be locked in a punishing schedule soon enough.

We return this Fall to two schools and another year of split-focus.  While we await the younger one’s acceptance at his Brother’s school, we are a two-community family, split between two cities, two schools, and two very different schedules.

‘A’ starts football next week, and practices will run daily after school.  It will mean getting home later, doing homework while we make dinner, and going to bed soon after.  It will be a push of discipline and precision timing.   ‘a’ is taking a break from team sports and will instead swim after school, and join his local cross country.   The little brother will not see the sheer volume of work his older brother will, so for now he can continue to ease in.  For the older one, it will be another seismic shift towards learning discipline, responsibility, and effort after the Summer.

For now, however, I am going to take my coffee onto the deck, sit under the tent, and enjoy the last sounds of the Summer.

 

 

Changes afoot…

Fly, my little birdies!

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The kids are away, the parents will play…..well, sort of.  While the kids are with their Grandmother for two weeks, we are at home working and getting to all those silly little niggly jobs around the house that never seem to get done in the daily chaos of raising a family.  Romantic and exciting jobs, like snaking the tub drain, painting the stairs, and tidying up the never-ending piles of randomness that accumulate overnight.

The kids, meanwhile are living their best life.  They are exploring multiple beaches, gathering pounds of sand in their shoes and pockets.  They are panning for gold, and exploring caves.  They are learning about the fishing history of the East Coast, and discovering one of the last cable ferries around.   They are fishing for mackerel off of the dock.  They are having a fantastic trip.

I put my heart in my throat when I saw them off at the airport, but it was an important step:  the two of them learning to travel together, without killing each other, and learning to have each others’ backs. ( A lesson that will take them through their later years, and hopefully teach them that they are each others’ first friends.)  And the kids shined.  They successfully navigated their way across our beautiful country into the arms of their Grandmother, navigating three time zones.  I am so proud of them.

I have been accused of being overprotective, too interdependent even;  but I believe that the closer you are to your children in the beginning, the more solid their foundation for when they do spread their little birdie wings and teeter onto the edge of the nest.  And look at them now:  travelling together across the country alone, safe, and successful.

They will return soon, and we will turn our attention to back to school, and locking into the routine of the Fall.  I miss them terribly, but I also know that they (and I) need this.  That this is good for them.  I am so proud of them.

Fly, my little birdies, fly!

 

Fly, my little birdies!

Hospital Kids

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I’m noticing a pattern.  Some kids go to the hospital a lot, some kids never see the inside of the E.R..  Some kids have long track records of broken limbs, tonsils and appendectomies that land them in the hospital.  Some kids are blessed with a total lack of medical intervention.

I have hospital kids.

It started right away with both of them:  each of them spent a solid week admitted after birth, with everything from jaundice to seizures and strokes.  No joke.  It was the best experience it could be with the amazing support from the incredible teams at St. Paul’s, Children’s and Burnaby General.  It continued long into the toddler years with home visits, hospital visits, study participation, and teams of medical personnel from speech and language, physio, extra hearing and eye tests.  This was our normal.

Our normal continues.

One of them has a habit of centering his viruses in his abdominal lymph nodes, so it presents like appendicitis and triggers an E.R. visit.

The other one, as evidenced on this blog, has successfully come out the other side of a Celiac diagnosis, complete with multiple E.R. trips and a resulting endoscopy.

We are familiar with the E.R. now in three separate cities.   I know where they keep the warm blankies.  (This is valuable knowledge when you are upwards of 6+ hours in the E.R.)

Flash back to a week ago, and the younger one was innocuously riding bikes with a neighbourhood buddy right outside our house.  A proper summer activity. (not even high-impact!)   Until he took a header over his handlebars and landed on his face.  Out cold on the pavement, I rushed him to our local E.R., and we were admitted immediately to a bed.  Doctors came, the Pediatrician was called, the shoulder was x-rayed, and we were told we would have to spend the night under observation, only we had to be observed at Royal Columbian, as our E.R. didn’t have a kids unit.

We were introduced to Lightning and Mader, our Paramedics that would escort us to Royal Columbian.  (Special shout out to paramedics, for truly performing an incredible job under extraordinary circumstances on a daily basis!!!)  We got an ambulance ride, bypassed the E.R. and were escorted to our bed in the Pediatric unit for the night.

(I was not told until the morning that one of the concerns was a brain bleed, and for once, I am grateful for not having known.  I likely would have slept even less with that knowledge.)

We woke to the good news that it was a mild concussion, with no brain bleed, and we would likely be better within the next couple of weeks.  We were given copious amounts of information to transition back to normal activities, and continue to strictly forbid any screens until better.

And thankfully, I can report that he is on the mend and feeling much better day over day.  We have been a very quiet household for the last week, which has come as a bit of a blessing.  He has done a deep dive into his LEGO and is creating magical machines, without the help of a screen.  There is no music, no radio, no TV. (which has been lovely).

And so we continue, until the next trip to the E.R. with my Hospital Kids!

 

Hospital Kids