November 27, 2008
November 26, 2008
November 24, 2008
November 21, 2008
Who Woulda Thought?!
Who would have thought making countdown chains for Christmas would be so exciting?! When I suggested it, I honestly didn't think the idea would arouse much interest.
Boy, was I wrong!
Logan and Orin cleaned up their bedroom so the chains would look better hanging in there. (WOW!!!!!!!!!)
Matthew's excitement extended into dreamland. This morning he told me a tale of countdown chains inspired by the sandman.
I wonder - is it the chains that caused the excitement or could it be just the thought of counting down the days till Christmas? I'm voting for the latter.
Boy, was I wrong!
Logan and Orin cleaned up their bedroom so the chains would look better hanging in there. (WOW!!!!!!!!!)
Matthew's excitement extended into dreamland. This morning he told me a tale of countdown chains inspired by the sandman.
I wonder - is it the chains that caused the excitement or could it be just the thought of counting down the days till Christmas? I'm voting for the latter.
November 20, 2008
Smuggler
(A little background before I get into this story...
Yesterday afternoon Orin had an appointment with his Opthamologist. His eyes were dilated and he was given those wacky looking rolled up sunglasses to wear home.)
Upon arriving at work this morning, I wasn't even able to stash my purse in my desk drawer before the cell phone began ringing. "OH NO! Either Orin forgot his tester - or - WHAT HAS HE DONE NOW?!" immediately ran through my mind.
I dug through my purse, looked at the caller ID and sure enough - the school was calling.
"Hello?" I answered - nearly afraid to even open the stupid phone.
It was Mrs. Mapes. Orin's teacher. My suspicions were correct!
She was calling to inquire whether Orin REALLY had to wear a pair of funky looking sunglasses to protect his eyes from the light due to something the doctor did to them yesterday. *Sigh*
That stinker smuggled the sunglasses to school and tried to play it off like he "had" to wear them all day. Of course I let Mrs. Mapes know Orin was yanking her chain. She had presumed so, but just wanted to double check - bless her heart.
Yesterday afternoon Orin had an appointment with his Opthamologist. His eyes were dilated and he was given those wacky looking rolled up sunglasses to wear home.)
Upon arriving at work this morning, I wasn't even able to stash my purse in my desk drawer before the cell phone began ringing. "OH NO! Either Orin forgot his tester - or - WHAT HAS HE DONE NOW?!" immediately ran through my mind.
I dug through my purse, looked at the caller ID and sure enough - the school was calling.
"Hello?" I answered - nearly afraid to even open the stupid phone.
It was Mrs. Mapes. Orin's teacher. My suspicions were correct!
She was calling to inquire whether Orin REALLY had to wear a pair of funky looking sunglasses to protect his eyes from the light due to something the doctor did to them yesterday. *Sigh*
That stinker smuggled the sunglasses to school and tried to play it off like he "had" to wear them all day. Of course I let Mrs. Mapes know Orin was yanking her chain. She had presumed so, but just wanted to double check - bless her heart.
November 13, 2008
Ferocious Black
This happened a couple months back, but I remembered it so I thought it's worth noting.
Orin and I had a conversation on our way to his first appointment with Dr. Gibson. It went something like this... (If I've told you this story and you can help me make it more accurate, please do so!)
Mom "Are you excited about your appointment or nervous?"
Orin "Is he black?"
Mom "What difference would that make?"
Orin "None. But black people are ferocious."
Mom "Ferocious?!"
Orin "Ferocious."
Mom "Do you know what ferocious means? Like mean, angry and violent."
Orin "Yeah. Black people are ferocious."
Mom "Hmm. There are good and bad people of every color. Do you know any white people who are ferocious?"
Orin "Yeah. My dad is sometimes."
Mom "Ok. Well, is Mark ever ferocious?"
Orin "No."
Mom "Hmm. They're both white. One is ferocious and one is not. The same with black and Indian and Asian and everyone. Color doesn't matter."
Orin. "Oh, ok."
I'm still not sure the conversation meant anything at all to him, but it was weird. His choice of words is at times bizarre.
Orin and I had a conversation on our way to his first appointment with Dr. Gibson. It went something like this... (If I've told you this story and you can help me make it more accurate, please do so!)
Mom "Are you excited about your appointment or nervous?"
Orin "Is he black?"
Mom "What difference would that make?"
Orin "None. But black people are ferocious."
Mom "Ferocious?!"
Orin "Ferocious."
Mom "Do you know what ferocious means? Like mean, angry and violent."
Orin "Yeah. Black people are ferocious."
Mom "Hmm. There are good and bad people of every color. Do you know any white people who are ferocious?"
Orin "Yeah. My dad is sometimes."
Mom "Ok. Well, is Mark ever ferocious?"
Orin "No."
Mom "Hmm. They're both white. One is ferocious and one is not. The same with black and Indian and Asian and everyone. Color doesn't matter."
Orin. "Oh, ok."
I'm still not sure the conversation meant anything at all to him, but it was weird. His choice of words is at times bizarre.
November 12, 2008
November 11, 2008
November 10, 2008
HbA1c Result
I was rather pleased with the news I received this afternoon regarding Orin's latest HbA1c test. The result was a very nice 6.9! (Target number is anything 7 or under.) If my memory is functioning properly, it's not the best score - that was a 6.2 - but still, 6.9 is a number worthy of celebrating. Dr Shewmon (Orin's Endocrinologist) says kids Orin's age just don't have numbers like this.
This actually amazes me since the blood sugar target range we use is higher than what an adult would use. Most adults try to keep their blood sugar between 80 -120. We aim for around 150. Since Orin is growing SO FAST, this gives us a healthy cushion.
Orin's blood sugar was very high most of last night while he slept. (Upper 400s) I was feeling fairly lousy about that. Just when I needed some good news, God dropped some in my lap.
This actually amazes me since the blood sugar target range we use is higher than what an adult would use. Most adults try to keep their blood sugar between 80 -120. We aim for around 150. Since Orin is growing SO FAST, this gives us a healthy cushion.
Orin's blood sugar was very high most of last night while he slept. (Upper 400s) I was feeling fairly lousy about that. Just when I needed some good news, God dropped some in my lap.
Falling Army Man
The army man is standing on the bottom of a small upside-down bowl, ankle deep in glue.
This is a project on which Orin labored tirelessly. I'm not going to say I completely understand it, but he completed it and is proud of it, so I'm proud of him.
November 5, 2008
November 4, 2008
Slamming Doors
I get so tired of the petty rivalry that happens between the adults involved with this blended family. Not so much with Bob - he's too detached to play games. It's more so Shires vs. Pesho. There's no way to keep score because no one can ever win. The only thing that can happen is that Matthew winds up getting hurt. UGH! I just hate this. There seems to be no way to avoid it though. (No way short of giving up our own morals and standards.)
The value systems in the two households couldn't be much different, so of course we're not going to see eye-to-eye. It is difficult to put those differences aside at times even though it's for the good of Matthew.
Today I tried in desperation to open a door between the two families - only to have it slammed in my face. I honestly thought it was going to make a difference. We were going to be able to start anew. Maybe begin some open communication in the best interest of a child. Perhaps I should have known better. Perhaps my own naivity is the source of my hurt feelings and not the door being slammed in my face.
The value systems in the two households couldn't be much different, so of course we're not going to see eye-to-eye. It is difficult to put those differences aside at times even though it's for the good of Matthew.
Today I tried in desperation to open a door between the two families - only to have it slammed in my face. I honestly thought it was going to make a difference. We were going to be able to start anew. Maybe begin some open communication in the best interest of a child. Perhaps I should have known better. Perhaps my own naivity is the source of my hurt feelings and not the door being slammed in my face.
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