Wednesday, May 19, 2010


 --  I interviewed #12, on a list of 24 potential part-time nannies. Yep. Apparently, there's still not much work out there, or at least not in Natchitoches this summer. So much for the recession being over. I have liked almost all of them and loved a few of them. Gonna be tough, especially since I'm only halfway down the list.

-- I watched Ellie paint and she was so neat and tidy, such a big girl. We found a set of watercolors (you know, the little tray of oval colors) on sale at Walgreens, so I just let her go for it. She couldn't believe she could choose any or all of the 24 colors. She produced three very creative pieces for display in my kitchen gallery. She went for hot pink first, in case the suspense was killing you.

-- I thought it was gross that I gave the boys, in this order:  antibiotic, pineapple flavored; Motrin, bubble gum flavored; congestion medicine, grape flavored. It was like a nasty little fruit smoothie.

-- I witnessed a ravioli lunch incident of enormous proportions, which required a double mid-day bath. Bath assembly line = one baby in bean bag chair, one baby in tub, naked clean baby on towel, diaper, clothe, clean baby back in bean bag chair. Repeat.

-- I started packing up bottles: big boys and their cups. And yesterday they BOTH sat up long enough to be weighed at the doctor!

Wish I could say this was an abnormal day. But, it's pretty much the norm! :)

Friday, May 14, 2010


GMH stands for "Gives Me Hope" ( On this site, people post twitter-length stories that, well, give them hope. We all know I can't stay within a character limit, so here's our "GMH" from Wednesday during our trip to Shriner's Hospital this week:

Shriner's in Shreveport is only an hour from our house, and we learned very quickly that this is a hu-mongo blessing. Many families travel long distances (Oklahoma, Alabama, Arkansas) to get the very specialized pediatric orthopedic care Shriner's offers. We go to Shriner's for this very reason -- they host a monthly clinic just for kids with spina bifida. These folks have seen it all, and their experience is invaluable; nobody knows much about spina bifida, but they DO!

So, back to our GMH. Retirement is supposed to be a "withdrawal from an active working life," but this week at Shriner's, we met four gentlemen who are using their retirement to do a pretty amazing service. They accompany children with their parent to the Shriner's Hospital. They may drive them or take them on a flight. Apparently, each Shrine Temple has a team of people whose job it is to make sure kids from their area can get to the hospital they need, whether that's the burn center in Galveston or Cincinnati, or the orthopedic hospital here in Shreveport.

I don't know a THING about what Masons are or what the Shriners might do in their "secret" meetings, but I can tell you, we sat with a 60-something guy who told us that once he could spare the time during retirement, he just knew he wanted to become a driver: " . . . to get these kids to the hospital!" What will WE do with our retirement?

These guys GMH.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


My friend Angela's post today was "Deep Thoughts", and they were sort of her thoughts before heading to bed. So, inspired by Angela, here are my thoughts right now.

I am thinking:

I'm not completely sure I can handle the kids by myself all day every day this summer.

It is difficult to find a part-time nanny who can handle my kids.

My final grades are due Monday at noon. And that I should have gotten to them by now.

How much I like mozzarella cheese, fresh tomatoes, and basil, especially all together.

Jack just ate the equivalent of a whole ham and cheese sandwich.

I would really love to take at least a short vacation this summer. Doesn't look like it will be to the Gulf.

The boys are finally getting physical therapy at least weekly now.

About Ellie's birthday coming up. I love celebrating with family, and just seeing the look in her eyes when she realizes everyone came over just for HER!

About pulling out our big inflatable pool and starting to live in the yard for the summer.

I should have planned ahead to drive south for Mother's Day. Sorry, Mama.

The heat and humidity from the weekend are a sign of things to come. Blech.

Wow, Wow Wubzy is a really stupid kid's show.

That's all I got.