Monday, April 16, 2007


Update on Baby Lexie

Lex went in for her six month check up after her ear surgery this summer.

The doctor found nothing so alarming that we have to take action, but she did find enough not to declare the case closed. She set a follow up appointment with an additional doctor in six months.

First, the left tube has come out and is sitting in the ear canal. That just means that Lex is once again prone to ear infections. If she gets another one, they’ll go back in and replace the tube.

Secondly, the kid’s got abnormally large tonsils. (I kept telling Dave that but he didn’t believe me). Again, not a huge cause for concern. She’ll probably grow into them, but if she doesn’t, she is at a higher risk for sleep apnea. Which is interesting news since she has not been sleeping through the night for several weeks now.

Thirdly, her speech development is not at a place where the doctor can say with certainty that she is not delayed. It is still too early to determine anything. It could be a matter of second child syndrome, or it could be because she simply has a reserved personality. The doctor assured us that the tones Lex makes do not mimic a person who is severely hard of hearing.

Lex was very funny in the doctor’s office. She let her look in her ears and mouth without resistance (I was so thankful). After we had talked with the doctor for awhile, Lex interrupts the conversation, points to the door and says, “Bek” to the doctor.

The doctor looked puzzled. “back”? she asked.

“No, Bek” Lexie says again, very seriously.

“It is important that you now that Lexie has an older sister, named Rebekah”. I tell the doctor.

Lexie nodded.

“goool” Lexie says.

“Rebekah is at school”. I tell the doctor and Lexie nods in affirmation.

As we were leaving, the doctor asked Lexie if she wanted a sticker. Lexie nodded and said, “Bek”. This time, the doctor understood. “You want one for Rebekah too?” Lexie nodded. The doctor laughed and said, “you sure love your sister!” To which Lexie replied, “Bek”.

As we were leaving, I marveled at how far we had come since those first visits to the hospital. There was no way Lexie would have had that conversation with the doctor back then. Also, I had forgotten that when we visited the times before, she would scream when we got into the elevators and the doors started to close. I am sure it was the pressure hurting her poor little ears. The elevators didn’t faze her this time.

She was very proud and happy to give Bekah her sticker when we picked her up from school.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007


Warning – These Links Will Make You Want A Guinness

Here are two YouTube videos of our friend, Mike Chang, playing at an Irish pub.

I’ve been waiting to post this for almost a week now. I’ve come to the realization that, even though swinging my pint glass in Galway, with my husband and friends, are some of the most memorable moments of my life, I don’t have the writing chops to convey the magic that is Ireland.

It is hard to capture what it is like to walk into a pub in Ireland and be enveloped in the music and kinship. It's as if the Irish have had so many generations of deep appreciation for good music, good beer and good friends that they see nothing spectacular in stopping by the local pub on their way home from work and listening to some of the world’s best musicians play trad music in the corner.

At any rate, check out Mike. Oh, and if you like music and beer, even a little, put visiting Ireland on your life list.



Bittersweet Morning

Every Tuesday, I must leave my house at 6:30 in order to get to my Emerald City Rotary meeting on time.

I like going to my Rotary meetings. I like the chance to go downtown. I like hobnobbing at the WAC. I like talking with business people I wouldn’t normally cross paths with. I like the interesting speakers each week. I even like the oatmeal they serve.

As I was rushing out of the house at 6:45, Dave was just getting into the shower and both girls were still asleep.

I pulled out of the driveway and our front door opened. There was a pajama clad Rebekah, rubbing her sleeping little eyes and waving to me.

I blew her a kiss and waved goodbye.

She looked at me sadly and motioned for me to come back.

Now, I’ve only been at this parenting thing for less than four years, but I am pretty sure there is some rule against leaving your barefoot three year old in pajamas on the front door step as you drive off to work.

So I pulled into the driveway, got out and gave her a hug.

She whispered in a tired little voice “mommy, can you help me surprise daddy?”

Who could say no to that?

We scrambled upstairs and dressed, brushed teeth, combed hair and put on shoes before daddy was out of the shower (only a parent of a three year old can know what an accomplishment this is).

I’m back in the car at 7:00…. Big dilemma, go to Rotary? Go to work? Go get breakfast. Ugh.

So I just start driving; figuring inspirations is bound to intervene – at least before I reach Portland. At the 85th Street exit, it hit me.

I want a cookie from Happy Go Latte.

It’s been years since I have been to Happy Go Latte. I used to be a punch card carrying member of the little corner coffee shop. They have the best cookies.

But alas, Happy Go Latte is gone. All that is left is a graffiti scarred building with a giant sign that says, “Thank you for your years of friendship and business. We will miss you. – Happy Go Latte”.


Really sad.

I turned down 16th to go back to the office and passed by the house that I lived in with Jill when we were first out of college. I loved that house. Her dad had bought it as an investment when she graduated from UW and we rented it from him really cheaply.

I had heard that he sold it. It shows. It used to be so cute. It had this white little picket fence and a great flower bed.

The picket fence is gray and falling down and the flowers are overgrown by weeds. There are weird bumper stickers in the windows now. No more cuteness.

I spent a few minutes thinking about the great summer days I had with Jill in that house - we were the queens of Happy Hours. Beers and darts at Coopers were a staple of our evenings. We cooked so many great dinners (well, she cooked). We had parties and barbecues and late night chats.

Alas, I had neither oatmeal from the WAC nor a cookie from Happy Go Latte for breakfast. Instead, I stopped by QFC and bought a vegetable tray. Broccoli is probably better for the baby.

Sunday, April 01, 2007


It Appears Lexie is Also Ready

A few weeks ago, I boldly announced that I am ready for three kids. It’s looking like Lexie is feeling the same way.

On Friday, when Dave dropped her off at daycare, she started to cry. Lesia, the teacher in the infant room, stuck her head in and coo-ed, “oh my little Lex-chichtka, are you sad?”

Lexie picked up steam with the crying.

“Do you want to come and see the babies?” she asked her.

Dave said it was as if Lexie’s crying was a fire hose and somebody turned off the water. She abruptly stopped crying and ran towards infant room.

“She loves the babies” Lesia said to Dave.

Yesterday, I took the girls to Aiden’s first birthday. Aiden is only a few months younger than Lex, but she fell into older girl mode immediately.

“Baby’s ball” she said to me and held up one of Aiden’s toys. She handed it to him and said with a maternal tone, “here baby”. She did the same with a book and a stuffed animal.

Speaking of Aiden’s party, Bekah had the time of her life (there were about 300 other little kids there). In the car on the way home, she says to me. “That was fun. Do you think Aiden will invite me to his party when he turns two?”

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