6:10am: Receive text from Jimmer's daycare announcing they are closed for the snow. Rats. This is a huge problem. Baby snow day does not equal mommy snow day. Open window - admire 6" overnight accumulation. So pretty.
6:11am: Receive call from office manager -- "Are we opening today as usual?" Hmmm...lemme ask the boss. Send out text to boss.
6:15am: Stroll downstairs to kitchen to make bottle. Brr its cold. Check thermostat. 66 degrees. Uh-oh.
6:18am: Hear from boss, who is in agreement to open on time. Get busy, Dr. Morris!
6:25am: Rollers into hair. Makeup onto face. "Jeremy, the furnace is on the fritz." Husby feeds el nino and checks his Twitter feed. Sigh.
6:30am: Text babysitter: "Please come! Dress warmly! Furnace freaking out. We need you or James will be spending the day in a Pack 'n' Play at Olentangy Pediatric Dentistry." Babysitter en route! Phew.
6:40am: Check furnace. Yep, looks pretty nonfunctional. And clearly reads "This unit is equipped with an automatic pilot ignition. Do not attempt to re-light pilot manually." Shoot. That was my only furnace trick.
6:45am: Call furnace people. Service rep will be there by 8:30am. That's like 30 minutes into my first appointment. Guess husby is having a snow delay today, whether he planned to or not.
7:15am: Leave for work. Roads are SCARY CRAPPY in Columbus, but just a little wet in Powell. Yay for Powell municipal services (we will revisit this later). Secretly happy that Jeremy has to wait for furnace service rep so as to not trek out early in his German deathtrap.
8:00am: Arrive at work. Order Chick-Fil-A for Dental Assistant's Week. Its gonna be one of those days. Little did I know.
8:00-4:00pm: Work at office. Great, busy day, despite the snow. Delicious Chick-Fil-A breakfast and Krispy Kreme courtesy of Laura. Hear from Jeremy periodically about Furnacegate. Not one, but TWO reps later we are the proud owners of a shiny new Lennox furnace; sadly, its to the tune of $5000. Gag. Allegedly we now qualify for some sort of Green Energy tax credit. Somewhere in Shelby County Randy Schafer is furrowing his brow in disapproval and making a comment about "liberals". Worry about Jimmer and babysitter at home in cold house. Run toothbrushes to our church over lunch for Honduras mission trip.
4:15pm: Drive home. Pay babysitter. Say hi to furnace installation helpers. Admire the amount of draping they put over floors and the amount of PVC and cardboard littered about. This is a bigger deal than I thought. Feed Jimmer dinner. Read paper. Day is almost over. Or so I thought.
4:50pm: Realize I forgot important dental goodies at work for tonight's at-home dental visit from other babysitter. Pack up Jimmer and head back to office.
5:10pm: Gather dental goodies. Dump impression plaster all over floor of lab, which is like catnip for 10-month olds. Clean mess.
5:30pm: Jimmer back into car. Promptly lock him and keys into running vehicle. This has got to be some kind of test. And I am surely failing.
5:45pm: Friendly Powell police officer arrives and saves the day, as non-judgementally as possible. Hysterical baby in backseat doesn't look so forgiving.
6:00pm: Head home. For the second time.
7:10pm: Other babysitter arrives. Hooray for housecalls. Jimmer hysterical for probably the 12th time today--darn stranger anxiety. How this munchkin can sob and simultaneously stuff crackers into his mouth is a true gift.
7:30pm: Rock Jimmer to sleep. Finally, peace. For both of us.
8:00pm: Jeremy comes home. Ted's Montana Grill takeout!
8:30pm: Finish up babysitter #2 dental stuff and start pulled pork for church dinners for delivery tomorrow.
9:00pm: Couch. Enjoy the warmth from our new furnace and peace that comes from the completion of a crazy, crazy day. Crazy.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Cake Pops
I enjoy making cake pops. Sort of. Making cake pops is like a dating a high school ex-boyfriend for the second (or third, or fourth) time.
You see said ex at a party and he flirts with you, and he's cute, so you flirt back and think, "that wasn't so bad last time...let's try again..." And forgetting all the misery that was your last go-around, you start dating him again.
Three dates in, you remember all the Ghosts of Relationships past, because they are all still there. Except its too close to prom to breakup, and you'll never find another date in time, and your kitchen is a giant mess, and you still have 25 pops to dip before your best friend's baby shower.
This is where the stories get messy...but they do look pretty cute all dressed up! And yummy, too!
www.bakerella.com for more cake pop inspiration-or is it temptation?
You see said ex at a party and he flirts with you, and he's cute, so you flirt back and think, "that wasn't so bad last time...let's try again..." And forgetting all the misery that was your last go-around, you start dating him again.
Three dates in, you remember all the Ghosts of Relationships past, because they are all still there. Except its too close to prom to breakup, and you'll never find another date in time, and your kitchen is a giant mess, and you still have 25 pops to dip before your best friend's baby shower.
This is where the stories get messy...but they do look pretty cute all dressed up! And yummy, too!
www.bakerella.com for more cake pop inspiration-or is it temptation?
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
James Loves Lovey
James recieved a cute "lovey" blanket from his Auntie Lebi, my cousin Ben's wife. I like to refer to Lebi as "Tia Lebi" because she is a hot Latin firecracker from Venezuela. She is a total sweetie.
And lets just say James is a little obsessed with his favorite blankie. And Tia Lebi even embroidered his name on it, so no daycare babies can swipe it!
If you want proof: see exhibit A, B C, and D below! FACEPLANT!
And lets just say James is a little obsessed with his favorite blankie. And Tia Lebi even embroidered his name on it, so no daycare babies can swipe it!
If you want proof: see exhibit A, B C, and D below! FACEPLANT!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Christmas is Over...
...and the lovely snow is
.
...going...
...going...
gone!
Some of us are happier about this than others.
Truth is, I love snow. I love driving in it in my 4-wheel-drive-super-snow-tire Jeep Cherokee. Not so much in JerBear's rear-wheel-drive German deathtrap. ("Its built for speed, Kara." - Jeremy) A winter without snow is a sad winter, indeed! I am coping with January pretty well this year; there has been lots of sunshine and we are drinking lots of super-food smoothies to help with the January blahs. I have to put Jeremy's in an opaque cup with a lid so he can't see the ugly greenish hue and kale floaties. The things you do for love.
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Good Consolation!
I am always saddened by the speedy passing of the Christmas holidays. The three weeks or so of goodwill towards men, obedient children, festive parties, generous hearts and smiling faces are too soon replaced by muffin top and January slush. Ugh, do I hate January.
However, on the morning of the 26th, I always remind myself that Christmas lasts until the Epiphany, and we need not return to our pre-Christmas dour nor remove our beloved Christmas accoutrement (including but not limited to the Rudolph nose on your Subaru) until...drumroll please...January 6!
The earliest reference to Epiphany as a Christian feast was in A.D. 361, by Ammianus Marcellinus[17] St. Epiphanius says that January 6 is hemera genethlion toutestin epiphanion (Christ's "Birthday; that is, His Epiphany").[18] He also asserts that the Miracle at Cana occurred on the same calendar day.[19]Christians fixed the date of the feast on January 6 quite early in their history. Ancient liturgies noted Illuminatio, Manifestatio, Declaratio (Illumination, Manifestation, Declaration); cf. Matthew 3:13–17; Luke 3:22; and John 2:1–11; where the Baptism and the Marriage at Cana were dwelt upon. Western Christians have traditionally emphasized the "Revelation to the Gentiles" mentioned in Luke, where the term Gentile means all non-Jewish peoples. The Biblical Magi, who represented the non-Jewish peoples of the world, paid homage to the infant Jesus in stark contrast to Herod the Great (King of Judea), who sought to kill him.[15] In this event, Christian writers also inferred a revelation to the Children of Israel. Saint John Chrysostom identified the significance of the meeting between the Magi and Herod's court: "The star had been hidden from them so that, on finding themselves without their guide, they would have no alternative but to consult the Jews. In this way the birth of Jesus would be made known to all."[16]
However, on the morning of the 26th, I always remind myself that Christmas lasts until the Epiphany, and we need not return to our pre-Christmas dour nor remove our beloved Christmas accoutrement (including but not limited to the Rudolph nose on your Subaru) until...drumroll please...January 6!
From Wikipedia:
The observance had its origins in the Eastern Christian Churches and was a general celebration of the manifestation of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ. It included the commemoration of his birth; the visit of the Magi[note 1] to Bethlehem; all of Jesus' childhood events, up to and including his baptism in the Jordan by John the Baptist; and even the miracle at the wedding at Cana in Galilee.[12] It seems fairly clear that the Baptism was the primary event being commemorated.[13][14]
The earliest reference to Epiphany as a Christian feast was in A.D. 361, by Ammianus Marcellinus[17] St. Epiphanius says that January 6 is hemera genethlion toutestin epiphanion (Christ's "Birthday; that is, His Epiphany").[18] He also asserts that the Miracle at Cana occurred on the same calendar day.[19]Christians fixed the date of the feast on January 6 quite early in their history. Ancient liturgies noted Illuminatio, Manifestatio, Declaratio (Illumination, Manifestation, Declaration); cf. Matthew 3:13–17; Luke 3:22; and John 2:1–11; where the Baptism and the Marriage at Cana were dwelt upon. Western Christians have traditionally emphasized the "Revelation to the Gentiles" mentioned in Luke, where the term Gentile means all non-Jewish peoples. The Biblical Magi, who represented the non-Jewish peoples of the world, paid homage to the infant Jesus in stark contrast to Herod the Great (King of Judea), who sought to kill him.[15] In this event, Christian writers also inferred a revelation to the Children of Israel. Saint John Chrysostom identified the significance of the meeting between the Magi and Herod's court: "The star had been hidden from them so that, on finding themselves without their guide, they would have no alternative but to consult the Jews. In this way the birth of Jesus would be made known to all."[16]
In 385, the pilgrim Egeria (also known as Silvia) described a celebration in Jerusalem and Bethlehem, which she called "Epiphany" (epiphania) that commemorated the Nativity of Christ.[20] Even at this early date, there was an octave associated with the feast.
In a sermon delivered on 25 December 380, St. Gregory of Nazianzus referred to the day as ta theophania ("the Theophany", an alternative name for Epiphany), saying expressly that it is a day commemorating he hagia tou Christou gennesis ("the holy nativity of Christ") and told his listeners that they would soon be celebrating the baptism of Christ.[21] Then, on January 6 and 7, he preached two more sermons,[22] wherein he declared that the celebration of the birth of Christ and the visitation of the Magi had already taken place, and that they would now commemorate his Baptism.[23] At this time, celebration of the two events was beginning to be observed on separate occasions, at least in Cappadocia.
Saint John Cassian says that even in his time (beginning of the 5th century), the Egyptian monasteries celebrated the Nativity and Baptism together on January 6.[24] TheArmenian Apostolic Church continues to celebrate January 6 as the only commemoration of the Nativity.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
A Good Read for A Confused Woman Like Me...
By virtue of being a health care referral haven (or so I hope!) for children with severe mental illness, I think I have more than the average amount of personal experience interacting with children with extreme behavioral problems. I love this tremendously challenging part of my job; I am forever striving to care kindly and humanely for all children, even those with little or no ability to cooperate for even a seemingly simple toothbrushing. Every day I come to my job hoping to be gentler, smarter and more efficient than the day before. They do call it practice, as Jeremy often says after a bumpy day.
When a tremendously difficult child comes to see me for dental work, I almost always end the appointment with a silent prayer for their families...something like this always works:
I have the easy job -- my work is generally done within minutes -- but so many families spend day after day struggling with their child's mental disability. And to this there is no respite--often problems only multiply as children become adults. These families need our prayers, support and kindness alone...their job is far difficult enough without our added unsolicited advice. Think of this the next time you outwardly or inwardly judge a parent with a disobedient child at the store.
I have thought and cried and prayed about the recent tragedy in Connecticut. I have tried to ignore the news and the constant onslaught of invasive media coverage of a suffering community and the families it houses. I have kept my mouth shut when it has come to any arguments about gun control and the like, partly out of good common sensitivity owed to those impacted most by this tragedy, but also because I wasn't quite sure how to express how I felt.
Then, despite my efforts to ignore the news, the facebook feed, the photos, the print media, I fortunately stumbled upon this article. Its truly insightful read. Click now, you won't regret it.
Do I still feel saddened and scared for our world? Yes. But being able to define how you feel about an event that may spark the grand controversy for our time is surely a good thing.
And now I pray again for all people affected by the mental illness of a loved one or a total stranger.
When a tremendously difficult child comes to see me for dental work, I almost always end the appointment with a silent prayer for their families...something like this always works:
Our father,
Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Dear Heavenly Father please bless this child and his family as they go about their day today. Please give them comfort and rest as they face the challenges ahead of them. In Jesus' name I pray.
I have thought and cried and prayed about the recent tragedy in Connecticut. I have tried to ignore the news and the constant onslaught of invasive media coverage of a suffering community and the families it houses. I have kept my mouth shut when it has come to any arguments about gun control and the like, partly out of good common sensitivity owed to those impacted most by this tragedy, but also because I wasn't quite sure how to express how I felt.
What really is the problem here?
Then, despite my efforts to ignore the news, the facebook feed, the photos, the print media, I fortunately stumbled upon this article. Its truly insightful read. Click now, you won't regret it.
Do I still feel saddened and scared for our world? Yes. But being able to define how you feel about an event that may spark the grand controversy for our time is surely a good thing.
And now I pray again for all people affected by the mental illness of a loved one or a total stranger.
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