Two weeks ago, one of the paediatric registrars asked if we would be interested in taking part in the examination process for the doctors wanting to become paediatricians. I said yes. Ivy was the ‘patient’ for, what they call, the long case study. An hour long interview where the doctor extracts as much information and…
Let The Blue Bunny Ice Cream Voting Begin!
Voting is now closed! It’s time to VOTE! Feel free to announce it on your blog, facebook, twitter, etc and get your friends to vote for you. That is fair game. But please play fair and do not use proxy servers or other black hat methods of increasing your votes. If we do discover unfair…
The Apple May Not Fall Far From the Tree
So I went to this little thing called BlogHer this past weekend and I had a great time. No, really, I did. BUT… I noticed some things about me while I was there. I talk too much. Like as in OVERSHARE. Like I discuss something until it can’t be discussed no more. And then I…
Two Sides To Every Story
Yesterday afternoon I sat in a meeting with a behavior specialist, a case manager, day support staff and group home staff – all to discuss my daughter, Jessica and her ongoing and increasing aggressive and negative behaviors. Jessica’s negative and aggressive behaviors are not new. Every since I adopted her nine years ago, she has…
Try This Tuesday #54: Mikey Likes It!
Nothing earth shattering going on around here except that in that past week, my son has ingested three servings of blueberries. Pretty amazing for a kid that had declared a ban on all fruits and vegetables and would cry at the request to try even a new variety of candy. I have seen a greater…
When friends say painful things about your child
It’s Saturday night, I’m in Chicago for the BlogHer conference. A good friend of mine lives there. This is a good friend I tend to avoid talking on the phone with since inevitably she asks, “Is Max talking yet?” “Yet.” “Yet” is a horrible word to use when you’re talking with a parent of a…
New wheelchair
I stood with her preschool teacher and watched as Esther-Faith climbed into the “new” wheelchair. It wasn’t her chair, but a loaner while her chair was in the shop. Her chair is red. The loaner is blue. Her chair has a tiny embroidered ladybug on it that Mimi gave her the first day she had…
The Jigsaw Puzzle
Matthew had an impressive meltdown over the long 4th of July weekend that could so easily have been prevented. I was sitting at our dining room table paying bills when he came bolting from the kitchen, where he had been talking to my husband, Peter. Matthew picked up a dining room chair, and threw it…
How do you teach accountability?
A few weeks ago, we received a phone call from Mal’s teacher. He had been in a fight with another of his classmates and had found himself in deep trouble. Not only that but he had come up worse than the other kid in the fight and had been thumped across the head. By the…
Do Manners Matter?
My children and I have been in a lot of doctor’s offices recently. I try to schedule as many of our appointments as possible during school breaks, and it seems I am doing a good job this summer. Between all of us, we have visited or will visit the hospital MRI department, the rheumatologist, the…