Apparently Friend Bear went to Mexico
So I've recorded "carebears" on our computer after finding on our local listings, of course on a Saturday morning. This also means it's full of commercials- thank god for the fast forward button. But seriously, all of a sudden the cheery and subliminally white care bears are all multicultural now. There's an "amigo" bear. Now, I know, we're trying to break down barriers and show diversity in children's programming, but it seems so stereotypical for this Mexican accented bear to be called amigo, almost degrading since the rest of the bears are overwhelmingly white in attitude and behavior. What's next? Brother bear? Enough of this rant...
Ok, so now Dan is down with the strep. I don't understand how the mama gets strep first (and not the grubby fingered little ones), and must suffer days to finally get tested for the crap, and now it's the domino effect and everyone else, one by one, is coming down with strep. For them of course it just means suffering through a few symptoms and then going to the doc to be diagnosed. Only the mother would suffer first. Sigh. Anyways, Dan's down with the strep so I had to competely do the evening routine. Now, this is no problem at all, but you see, I usually enjoy the moment Dan gets home and switches into partner mode and takes over a majority of the work. Especially these days Dan can be found making dinner, lunches for the kids, bathing, reading to them and et cetera while I busily fill my time with crap or purposeful stuff. I love it and it's definately one of the reasons why I don't complain about him, nor do I boast (I'd get killled by others whose sig others don't even come close). Now since he is down today, I let him rest while I bathed a poopy Carter (poop in the toilet and back of the legs, humm), Nick and Morgan so I'd at least have 3 clean kids, make a decent dinner of grilled cheese and yogurt with cheerios (managing to get the hardly ever heard of bibs on the boys), do the dishes, and have enough time to let them chill infront of the afore mentioned carebears before hoping to get them into bed at a decent hour. Pretty darn proud, cause even though I usually participate 40% in the evening routine, I've got it down on my own like only a mama would.
All this after a day that started with a 2 hour blood test for a research study at 730 in the morning (and fasting for 10 hours), which included having an IV in my arm and blood draws every 30 minutes after slamming the most disgusting cola flavored glucose drink in the world (pregnant moms, remember the glucose intolerance test? yep). After Christina dropped the sick Morgan (unexplained fever, no sore throat), and Nick off at the hospital because we ran late and she had to get to class, we left the hospital and returned home for breakfast/snack. Then we all took a blissful nap. All three of us. Unfortunately it was too long of a nap so I woke up to the call of Carter's preschool wondering if we were planning to pick him up at all since it was an hour after the usual pick up time. Oops. Then we ran home, got cozy in doing paperwork and such when I got another phone call. After remembering in my mind all day long that we were going to meet the grandparents at the mall to get some much needed shoes for Carter, the wonderful nap cleared my brain and I was now a half hour late to meet them. Aagh. So luckily the kids had food in them, they were reasonably dressed (not the cutest outfits), and the dog was out running freely on the levee so we loaded in the car and jammed through light traffic to the mall. Good and close parking spot, and into the store we went. Of course Carter didn't want to talk to, be touched by, or have any thing to do with the shoe lady. So after chasing the boys down in the racks of the girls department, the nicest shoe lady helped me drag the boys back to the shoe department where we bribed and pleaded with Carter to get his foot measured and later to try on the stinking shoe. Speaking of which, shoes are ridiciously expensive. At least Stride Rite at Nordstroms. Which I guess says enough. So anyways, after getting the one pair on that I liked the best (looks like all his other shoes), I said we'll take them and he's wearing them out of the store. Yes, one thing down and now I promised a trip to see McQueen and cars at the store, so after a balloon incident (balloons popping in an echo-y entryway are freakin' loud and scary), we headed to the store where of course they loved looking at everything, wanted to buy a few things (although they are good about that and understand no pretty darn well) and Nicky had a meltdown. Since I had an awkward breakfast and virtually no lunch, I wanted to get something at the super yummy Nordstroms Cafe, so I got the kids some cookies (bribery again, bribery), and sat and had lunch. We eventually made it back home, and now, the kids are done with their show and it's bed time.
Whew!
Ok, so now Dan is down with the strep. I don't understand how the mama gets strep first (and not the grubby fingered little ones), and must suffer days to finally get tested for the crap, and now it's the domino effect and everyone else, one by one, is coming down with strep. For them of course it just means suffering through a few symptoms and then going to the doc to be diagnosed. Only the mother would suffer first. Sigh. Anyways, Dan's down with the strep so I had to competely do the evening routine. Now, this is no problem at all, but you see, I usually enjoy the moment Dan gets home and switches into partner mode and takes over a majority of the work. Especially these days Dan can be found making dinner, lunches for the kids, bathing, reading to them and et cetera while I busily fill my time with crap or purposeful stuff. I love it and it's definately one of the reasons why I don't complain about him, nor do I boast (I'd get killled by others whose sig others don't even come close). Now since he is down today, I let him rest while I bathed a poopy Carter (poop in the toilet and back of the legs, humm), Nick and Morgan so I'd at least have 3 clean kids, make a decent dinner of grilled cheese and yogurt with cheerios (managing to get the hardly ever heard of bibs on the boys), do the dishes, and have enough time to let them chill infront of the afore mentioned carebears before hoping to get them into bed at a decent hour. Pretty darn proud, cause even though I usually participate 40% in the evening routine, I've got it down on my own like only a mama would.
All this after a day that started with a 2 hour blood test for a research study at 730 in the morning (and fasting for 10 hours), which included having an IV in my arm and blood draws every 30 minutes after slamming the most disgusting cola flavored glucose drink in the world (pregnant moms, remember the glucose intolerance test? yep). After Christina dropped the sick Morgan (unexplained fever, no sore throat), and Nick off at the hospital because we ran late and she had to get to class, we left the hospital and returned home for breakfast/snack. Then we all took a blissful nap. All three of us. Unfortunately it was too long of a nap so I woke up to the call of Carter's preschool wondering if we were planning to pick him up at all since it was an hour after the usual pick up time. Oops. Then we ran home, got cozy in doing paperwork and such when I got another phone call. After remembering in my mind all day long that we were going to meet the grandparents at the mall to get some much needed shoes for Carter, the wonderful nap cleared my brain and I was now a half hour late to meet them. Aagh. So luckily the kids had food in them, they were reasonably dressed (not the cutest outfits), and the dog was out running freely on the levee so we loaded in the car and jammed through light traffic to the mall. Good and close parking spot, and into the store we went. Of course Carter didn't want to talk to, be touched by, or have any thing to do with the shoe lady. So after chasing the boys down in the racks of the girls department, the nicest shoe lady helped me drag the boys back to the shoe department where we bribed and pleaded with Carter to get his foot measured and later to try on the stinking shoe. Speaking of which, shoes are ridiciously expensive. At least Stride Rite at Nordstroms. Which I guess says enough. So anyways, after getting the one pair on that I liked the best (looks like all his other shoes), I said we'll take them and he's wearing them out of the store. Yes, one thing down and now I promised a trip to see McQueen and cars at the store, so after a balloon incident (balloons popping in an echo-y entryway are freakin' loud and scary), we headed to the store where of course they loved looking at everything, wanted to buy a few things (although they are good about that and understand no pretty darn well) and Nicky had a meltdown. Since I had an awkward breakfast and virtually no lunch, I wanted to get something at the super yummy Nordstroms Cafe, so I got the kids some cookies (bribery again, bribery), and sat and had lunch. We eventually made it back home, and now, the kids are done with their show and it's bed time.
Whew!
posted by Karen at 6:41 PM
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