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In other parts of Georgia they have banjos

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Dueling OCD

I ‘ve mentioned this to many people in other forums, but realized I’d forgotten to blog it here.  After Thanksgiving Day sales usually net us a ton of toys and gifts, and a few poinsettias .  Alicia likes to pick them up for $1.50 from Home Depot toward the end of her shopping day, and this year was no different.  She got two white ones, and two red ones.

The fun part came over the weekend, as Alicia and her OCD wanted to put them white/red/white/red up the side of the stairs inside the house.  Sam’s OCD tendencies however wanted them red/red and white/white on opposite sides of the stairs at the bottom.  Throughout the weekend you’d hear the random “Who keeps moving these flowers?” from Alicia, and “I just put these flowers where I wanted them!” from Sam, as they’d then proceed to re-arrange them in the way they wanted.  The final resolution was that because mom’s OCD has coping mechanisms she’s developed over the years, and Sam doesn’t have that yet, we left them red/red and white/white at the bottom of the stairs for a while (now they’re semi-moved out of the way to make room for Alicia’s crutches as she recovers from her surgery).

This whole scenario was amusing, and as Mudge pointed out, a bit tragic.  It’s hard to watch your kids display your problems and know how hard it is for them to get around them.  You want to pass on “just the good stuff” but that’s not the way genetics works is it?

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December 7th, 2007 at 6:33 am

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Sam on the old testament

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Sam (in tub): Grace isn’t whining any more
Alicia: But did we hear about a bunch of people today who were complaining a lot?
Sam: Yep
Alicia: do you remember what those people were called?
Sam: A big bunch of whiners
alicia: well yes, but they were called the isrealites

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September 12th, 2007 at 5:46 pm

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Fuutball and “standing up”

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No, not that kind of football, I mean soccer.  I’m personally a baseball fan, and really don’t like “American football”, but I find soccer fascinating, even if I’m not exactly a “fan”.  Well, yesterday the boys both had their first soccer practice of “the season”. For the first time they’re signed up for a soccer league (Jake’s done camps before, but never a league), though it is a church league sponsored by a local church and not the rec league which would have more competition and such.

 Jake is in a group of 8-10 year olds, which is good, because most of them are 8 and he’s actually not the smallest guy on the team.  He’s going to have to get used to being out there and running around in the heat, but that’s probably good for him to get used to anyway.  Hopefully some friendly competition will also help him try a little harder to succeed instead of just talking trash as he was wont to do when taking soccer classes in the past.

Sam is in a group of 4-5 year olds and is probably the youngest on the group, and smallest by a LONG shot. But he did pretty well, actually talking to his coach a little, and not just hiding in a corner of the field.  As most of the kids he’s playing with are double his weight (and have 6-8″ in height on him) I’ll be happy if he stays in the thick of it and doesn’t get hurt.

Grace also had fun, after she stole a ball from Sam’s team and carried and kicked it around the area between the two fields.

The “Sam Story” of the week was a few days ago after bath time.  He was sitting beside me in just his underwear and I was reading bedtime stories to him when he started to whimper. He had been a little fidgety, but I couldn’t see what he was up to because he was just out of my peripheral vision (which is limited due to the bifocals).  I ask him what the problem is and he, while pinching his nipples, says “well this one will stand up, but this one won’t”. I rolled my eyes, said “oh”, and went back to the story… as there wasn’t much to say about that.

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August 24th, 2007 at 12:05 pm

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Abject Parental Terror

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There is a portion of parent-hood that is occupied by a level of abject terror that is very hard to explain.  Sam has developed some allergies apparently. Unfortunately they’re not of the “make your nose run and eyes water” variety, and are more the “cause hives and welts to pop so mom and dad freak out and worry about anaphylactic shock setting in” variety.  We had thought that it was an allergy to a red dye that was being used in a children’s medicine, but last night we spent an hour or two keeping a very close eye on him due to some welts showing up on his legs and arms (either from apple juice, potatoes, or walking out in the back yard). 

At first we thought they were mosquito bites (and may well have been), because he had been outside for 3-4 minutes with Alicia hooking up a new chain for the dog.  The welts first showed up on his leg and he complained about them itching so I took a look… and then noticed another, and another.  I left Jake watching his sister while I carried Sam in to Alicia and went to grab the Benadryl and EpiPen from our bag in case they were needed.

We put Benadryl cream on them to see if that would take care of them, but by that point he was standing around in his underwear (a favorite hobby of, I’m convinced, all 3-4 year-old boys) and we were watching for anything unusual. When the 4th welt showed up and Alicia thought she saw some coming on his chest we gave him a dose of Benadryl and let him sit watching the Cars DVD while we frantically hovered over and around him generally pestering the snot out of him with questions about having trouble breathing or if he had more itches… which really cut into his ability to focus on Lightening McQueen and Mater.

It had already been a long day with a wedding, and visiting friends.  The extra hour or two for a parental freak-out wasn’t exactly in the schedule.  Everybody went to bed quite tired and I stayed up a while longer just to go check on Sam every few minutes to make sure he was still breathing.  I’m not generally a paranoid person (sure I’ve got a bit of a fear of heights… and I don’t like the concept of deep water or caves much… and I’m not so fond of bugs… but those are NORMAL right?), but something about the prospect (EVEN if the odds are in your favor) of not knowing when, if, how, or why your kid may randomly stop breathing and die… makes for some restless sleep (and with Alicia actually BEING a bit of a paranoid person it’s even worse for her).

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July 2nd, 2007 at 9:05 am

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Sam story of the week (05/13-05/19 2007)

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Alicia had the kids out late to Hanna and David’s last week. Gets home about 8:15 with Sam just fallen asleep and waking back up.  I take him upstairs, set him on the sofa beside me after giving him a drink of juice and just snuggle up together for a minute.

Me: Sam, it’s about time for us to brush teeth and read books and get in bed.

Sam: Can I watch a Sammy DVD?

Me: Not tonight buddy, it’s too late for that.

Sam (sniffling): But I want to watch a Sammy DVD.

Me: Sorry buddy, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow, we’re going to read books though.

Sam (sniffling with a hint of merlot): well, can I watch a short video on your laptop then?

Me: Sure buddy, after we brush teeth and read books.

Sam (more whine than sniffle now): But I want to watch it now.

Me: Sam if you whine about it you’re not going to get to watch anything.

Sam (sniffling again): Daaad. you hurt my feelings… and…. that means I get to watch a DVD (grin).

I laughed, said “no, but good try” and he went to bed OK.

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May 21st, 2007 at 11:33 am

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Family Update

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I think most people who read this blog are in contact enough with me in other ways so I forget to update what’s going on in the Pillsbury household. 

Alicia:

Two weeks ago Alicia had to make a trip to the doc for what turned out to be Asthma… on top of Sinus Infection… on top of Strep Throat… on top of Acute Bronchitis.  Then last week she made a trip to the ER (after a trip to the doc) because she had an enflamed temporal artery. She went to the doctor because the lump on her temple was getting bigger and more sore as the day went on, eventually the whole side of her face was sore.  They sent her for bloodwork initially to make sure it wasn’t temporal arteritis (average age of onset… 70).  It wasn’t.  The doc’s office then gave her the run around for a day or two and finally sent her in for a cat scan on Monday which came back negative for blocks or clots (which is a good thing as our big fear relates to her family history of strokes at a young age).  So in the end, we don’t know what it was, just that it looked bad and hurt.

Jake:

Has moved to a new size of violin (and is getting used to that). Has started reading Encyclopedia Brown books (I tried to get him hooked on them a couple years ago to no avail, but he picked up one from his book shelf recently and read and enjoyed it so much he’s hunting them down at the library).  He and I have been watching all the Miyazaki films we can and he’s reading the book for Howl’s Moving Castle.  He’s got a new rule due to his lack of focus on math some days… if he doesn’t finish his math assignment in an hour (which he can usually do in 30 minutes if he’s focusing) he has to go to bed early and get up early by however much longer than an hour he takes (so if he takes 1:30 to finish it he has to go to bed a half hour early and get up a half hour early).  Jake’s also enjoying greatly his Nintendo DS that he got for christmas, and his new Teen Titan game on the gamecube he bought for himself with christmas money.

Sam:

Sam has taken to using the phrase “I have a word for you” before telling you that he needs more juice, or wants a snack, or wants you to play a game with him.  He’s also taken to saying “Heyo yippee-i-a Texas here I come” while sitting on the potty.  Yesterday morning he also stomped up to Alicia while she was reading, with his hand on his hip, and pointed out that “I just realized that dad left his cereal bowl on that thing!” (the ottoman)…. that’s momma’s boy.  Oh, and a month or so ago we painted our bedroom, moved Sam’s old crib into our room for Grace, and put up an Ikea bed for Sam in his room (where he now sleeps… by himself even!). EDIT: Forgot to mention that the family went letterboxing yesterday and while out hiking Sam had to go… and was very proud of the fact that he got to poop in the woods… but not like a bear “Mom! Bears don’t go poop in the woods! they go poop in the POTTY”)

Grace:

Is a walker finally.  She talks up a storm, and usually Alicia’s the only one to understand her (that is, beyond “nummy nummy” which is snack, “dow” which is down, “meow” for cat, and “DA!” for dog… which we all can recognize).  She’s sleeping in the crib about half the night these days.  She’s very prissy and very “girl”… likes to carry around the stuffed cat toy or dolls and give them hugs and kisses.  Grace is also a big climber and has to be watched closely as she will try and climb on anything (bed, sofa, chair, table, we have a shot of her standing on the back of her rocking horse where she climbed up so she could push the buttons on the DVD player).

 Me:

Work is work, I’m tired. Jake and I avoided most of the illness that hit Alicia (and Grace and Sam), though we both got coughs and sniffles out of it.  I pulled a back muscle last weekend and am finally getting to the point where it doesn’t feel like an icepick in my back.  Work has been so busy, especially with the new schedule, that I’ve still not done any writing recently, haven’t picked up my guitar in ages, and the RC Airplanes are still sitting out in the garage.  The only side projects I’m keeping up with are maintaining wordtrip.com and still reading (as that’s easier to fit into the schedule… reading on the road or in the bathroom).  I’ve been working on implementing the GTD system, and gradually getting there, in hopes that it will help me get my “stuff” together and in order so I can maybe get back to doing some of those other things that I actually WANT to do (as it is the only “want to do” on my radar is spending time with the munchkins before we both crash).

 We have a ton of pictures taken in the last few months, but they’re big files from the new digital camera and I have to edit them down a bit to get them up on the website.  I should get to a little bit of that within the next few days.

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March 16th, 2007 at 8:20 am

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Sam Story of the day (Jan 16th, 2007)

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I received this in an e-mail from Alicia while I was sitting in a boring meeting… and it made me smile.

I gave Sam animal pancakes and strawberries for breakfast (what he had
requested). He ate all his strawberries, and asked for more. I told him
he needed to eat his pancakes first, since he had specifically asked for
two. I was busily working on lunches, he has a clean plate a few minutes
later, I give him more strawberries. Fast forward a few minutes…I ask
him to take his plate to the sink…he’s hesitant. When he finally picks
up his plate, there’s an ENTIRE PANCAKE underneath it! Sam, did you hide
your pancake under your plate so Mommy would give you more strawberries?
 (Peeks out from underneath his hair…”YETHH!”

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January 17th, 2007 at 3:56 pm

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