Smiling Mom

Mary Pop­pins Non­nie, my mom, flew in from San Diego last night.  Here highly anti­ci­pa­ted arri­val has been quite the topic of con­ver­sa­tion around our house lately.

BC:  Is it my birth­day yet? Is Non­nie coming?  Why is she coming?  Is she coming for my birth­day?  Why?  When is Non­nie coming?  and on and on and on…

eClaire also was quite exci­ted to see her approach our van at the air­port.  When it daw­ned on the other­wise mute child of mine that Non­nie was here, she went abso­lu­tely crazy!

eClaire: (Hands cove­ring her ears screa­ming) NONNIE.  NONNIE. NONNIE.

The whole way home.  Uh, can we say excited??

A few days ago my dad was tal­king to the eClaire on the phone.  He loves to get a reac­tion, good or other­wise.  So he asked eClaire:

Grandpa:  eClaire, Who do you love more? Grandpa or Nonnie?

eClaire:  NONNIE!

Grandpa:  OK, let’s try this again, Who do you love more?  non­nie or GRANDPA!

eClaire:  NONNIE!

I guess she made it clear who her favo­rite is.

Sorry Dad. It ain’t you.

So two weeks ago I was making my deli­cious sco­nes.  On of the odd things about this recipe is that you have to grate a fro­zen stick of but­ter into the dry flour mix­ture.  Well as luck would have it, I deci­ded to grate that little knobby thing at the bot­tom of my hand in addi­tion to the but­ter.  Not a big deal, it just slightly cut me.

Fast for­ward two weeks.

I’ve had pro­blems typing, wri­ting, and put­ting any pres­sure what so ever on that part of my hand.

It’s infec­ted.

And swo­llen.

And is sho­wing no signs of healing.

So I made an appoint­ment with my doc­tor to get it chec­ked out.  One of the great things about Kai­ser, and I’m not always a Kai­ser fan, is that you can often usually get an appoint­ment the same day.

It turns out that (drum roll please) my cut is infec­ted!  (I could have told you that!)

The doc­tor put me on Keflex, four times a day for the next ten days.

Ok ladies, I can’t even remem­ber to take a birth con­trol pill once a day.  How can I remem­ber my anti­bio­tics four times a day?

Today was my first day of anti­bio­tics and I have remem­be­red two of three pills.

I think I’ll be taking the pills for the next 20 days.  All because I can’t get enough of my deli­cious scones!

OK, it’s Mon­day, right?  Seriously, it’s Wed­nes­day already?  What a week.  This is our last week of school before our glo­rious 6 week break.  I wor­ked Mon­day and Tues­day, so tech­ni­cally I’m done wor­king for this school year.  But today I met the kids at the park for the end of the year field trip, and on Fri­day I’ll go back into school for a final goodbye.  This week has been pac­ked with non stop movement.

Last week’s Makeo­ver Mon­day goal was to finish my report cards by Tues­day.  I did.  Thank good­ness.  It gave me more time to tie up all the other loose ends at school and at home.

This week’s goals all have to do with BC’s third birth­day party this coming Saturday.

• Pick Non­nie up from the air­port on Thurs­day night
• Clean, mop, clean some more
• Buy a pinata for Satur­day (BC: I want a PINATA!!!)
• Exe­cute the per­fect, inex­pen­sive, birth­day party for a three year old.  This inc­lu­des a bea­ding sta­tion, deco­rate inex­pen­sive Michael’s visors, collect candy from the pinata, food, and beer for the adults. 

I have to say that I’m about as exci­ted as BC is for this coming birth­day.  It should be fun!

Abso­lu­tely Bana­nas did a Great Post Round-Up.  Go read, they are great!