the verdict

I'm sure you're all wondering what the neurologist had to say. We called our parents as soon as we could get a hold of each, but if we were to phone everybody, we'd be on the phone for days, so I'm going to post the details here. But if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask!

She did in fact have a stroke. It was a very large one, but the most common variety of neonatal stroke. It likely hapened right at birth, which they typically do, aparently. They don't know why they happen - it's an area of study for many universities, because there's such a pattern to it, but no-one knows exactly why it happens. They think it may be clots from the placenta escaping, as it detaches during birth. But they just don't know.

Her blockage was in the most common spot - in the central cerebral artery, I think it's called. It's the biggest of three arteries that feed the brain. Because it was such a large blood supply, the damage is fairly extensive - this was no mini-stroke! But it's isolated to her left side, which is good news.

Many of them are diagnosed right at birth, because the stroke often causes seizures, as early as a day old. When they see that, there's an MRI immediately. Other kids, like Joan, either never have seizures, or the seizure that typically comes shortly after birth is so mild, it's missed. In that case, the diagnosis is made when it was made for her - when it becomes obvious that the motor skills are delayed. There's a 10 per cent chance of her developing seizures. We've been told what to watch for, but because it sounds like she has yet to have one, her chances of developing them are small.

The prognosis:

• She should be able to lead a normal life, though any Olympic aspirations may never be realized.
• She will walk - probably by the time she's two.
• She will always have a weak side, which will probably result in a limp throughout her life
• She'll need to be in physiotherapy for most of her childhood, and possibly into adulthood.
• Mentally, she should be completely normal
• She may struggle in school, once more complex subjects start, such as math, reading and writing, which require both sides of the brain.
• Those difficulties may range from mild - that she just needs a lot of encourangement - to moderate - where she needs a tutor or at the worst, a modified program. That said, many kids never have any trouble in school.
• They'll do an extensive assessment when she's 5, to determine where she's at, and what, if any trouble spots, she has.
• She MAY need a speech therapist. The neurologist recommended it, to ensure she's on track. The therapists are leaning that way, too, but want to watch her a little longer.

We also saw the therapy team the same day. They're awesome! Here's a few of the things that came from that:

• She will need braces for both hand and leg, but not for a couple more months.
• She'll likely be getting a walker, to help her get around and build leg strength.
• They gave us a million stretches to do - she's lost a lot of range of motion - these will get it back.
• They're going very intensive to start - stretches at least 3x per day, and her next appointment's in two weeks - to get her to the level of flexibility they want to see.
• She's been referred to the neuromotor clinic as well. They'll mastermind all of her therapy, from physio to bracing to surgery, if need be, to keep her body growing properly.
• The "tone" ie how she clenches her fist a lot of the time - can, over time, cause skeletal deformations. The neuromotor clinic's job is to prevent that, and if it happens, to treat it. She may need orthopedic surgery down the road, but they do everything they can to prevent that, obviously.

That's about it, in a tight little nutshell. It was a lot to take in that day, but with time, we're feeling better about it all. There's a lot of guilt for us - me especially. There's been a lot of "if onlys" running through our minds. Like if only we'd taken the C-section route, instead of induction, this wouldn't have happened to her. But I guess we can't dwell on that stuff.

In other news, our building is up for sale. Yay. The owner died, and her son, who she left it to, doesn't want it. We got the news just as we got home from the hospital. So we were already having a pretty blue day, and then got that blow on top of it all. We thought we'd be out of a home, so we started loking around for a new place that night. But according to Alberta law, because we had a fixed lease, we're safe. The new owners can't evict us without cause, or raise our rent, or cut our lease short - they have to adopt the agreement we signed with the previous owners. So we're safe, at least until December, so it's not too bad. It could be much worse. We've had one showing, but no more on the horizon yet. The agent said things have gotten bad in Calgary over the last six months - property isn't the hot ticket it used to be, and buyers are refusing to pay the big money. Our place is listed at $599,000, which is higher than the assessment says it's worth right now. When we first moved here, tiny single-family bungalows were routinely being listed at $700,000. But they had already stopped selling for that cost, so they just sat...and sat...and sat....A handful have actually sold, but I doubt it was for anything close to full asking.

John's doing great. He's in a letter phase right now. He actually ate a slice of pizza into a T shape. I know my mom will get a kick out of that story - Uncle Adrian did that when he was a kid too. So John's inherited more than just his obsession with bodily functions!

tomorrow's the big day!

Wish us all luck - tomorrow is one of those "just survive the day" kind of days.

We have a long, stressful day scheduled at the Children's hospital. In the a.m. is Joan's first physio appointment, while John plays in the sibling room. They're both going to leave tired and crabby, only to be plunked in a noisy, crowded food court for lunch, followed by the whole family, John included, heading for a two-hour MRI reading with the neurologist. Mike is of course working, but is planning to sneak away for the neurology appt. It means losing money, because he's oficially a contractor now, but we both agree it's worth it. And true to form, the kids and I are all sick as dogs. All the makings of a totally awesome day, filled to the brim with meltdowns! Yay! On the upside, we'll get some answers about what's up with Joan's brain damage, and what kind of road we're headed down. It's been stressful watching CNN coverage of Ted Kennedy's brain tumor, because they get these neurologists on to talk about the map of the brain, and what's affected. According to them, right motor skills are physically intertwined with speech, understanding and writing in the brain. Hopefully, Joan's stroke is just a pinprick of a scar, like the pediatrician originally thought, so she won't have a lot of struggle ahead of her.

The next day won't be much more fun. We've got our car booked into a garage, to get a second opinion on $2,000 in allegedly "urgent" repairs. I've been scouring car message boards, for a local garage that might be better for us. Most of the most highly recommended ones were just lone guys in little shops. But we need one slightly bigger than that to do an out-of-province inspection. I managed to find one that several people recommended as being honest and reasonable, is apparently particularly good with oriental cars, and is even close by, so hopefully, we'll have better luck with him. Definitely no fun finding a mechanic in a new city.

So wish us all luck on both days! Good times.

this, that and other stuff

Sorry I haven't been in a while. I'm tired and pregnant and feeling sore and blechy most of the time, so just haven't felt up to stopping by, to be honest.



Let's see. Pregnancy is still a go. I had a third ultrasound last week, and was given all good news. They had called me back because the last technician couldn't get a clear look at the spine. This time, the baby was in the perfect position, so it was a quick in and out. Technician said everything looks good - nothing to worry about. I wanted to ask the gender so badly, but we'd already agreed to have yet another surprise.



The other kids are doing well. I was truly spoiled for Mother's Day. I got a big bouquet of dandilions and some sort of purple thing, picked from our yard and the neighbouring parking lot. John was so proud! "You like them, because they're nice!" he said, as he arranged them for me in a little cup of water. I also got a second surprise. I was doing dishes, when he came up and said "Mom! I made your Mother's Day present! Come see!" So I followed him to the bathroom, where he, in grandious fashion, lifted the potty lid to reveal... a huge poop. "Happy Mother's Day!" He said. It could have been worse - he could have left it somewhere more...creative.



He's passed into a delightful phase, in which he displayes a marked obsession with his bodily orifaces, and the disgusting things that ooz, squirt and slime out of them. It's very depressing for me, because I know this phase won't likely pass until well into high school, when he decides he wants a girlfriend. He puts his own John spin on it all, though. He asked me what snot was a few days ago. Not knowing what the answer was at all, I told him it was dead germs that his soldiers (our name for white blood cells) were pushing out of his body. He accepted that, but few days later, he asked if the germs in his snot were really dead. "I think so," I said. "Well, then who will take care of their kids?" he asked sadly. So I did some backtracking, and now the germs aren't really dead - snot is just the slime they make that can make you sick. So the germs are okay, and living happily with their families, but they can't make him sick anymore. Shockingly, he bought it. Then he went on about how the germs need to go to the hospital, and that the ambulances wil come take care of them when the soldiers hurt them, so that they will be okay.



We've decided that we're going to sign him up for preschool in September after all. We've been toying with the idea for a while, but the last straw was a few days ago, when we all went to the park. There was another boy there, who was 7, waiting for his league's soccer game to start. John was stuck to this kid like glue. They played tag, and chased each other around. Then the boy had to go. It was heartbreaking. John tried to convince me that he could go play on this boy's team, too. Then a little girl showed up, and John said "Oh boy!!! Another friend for me to play with!" and ran right up this 7-year-old 'tween, who was far too fabulous to pay him any mind, but he stuck to her like glue regardless. We really realized the full scope of the cruelty we were inflicting on our child. He's the most sociable creature on the face of the earth, and he's at home with boring old mom. This is a kid who'll run in from playing outside, squealing "Mom! I made a new friend! Come meet him!" And it turns out to be an ant or a worm. What we're doing just isn't right! So yeah, we're going to head out for a few tours and find one that's fun and social. We're not so concerned about academics - he's so smart, he doesn't really need help getting ready for school academically, which is good, because most of the "good" preschools are already into waiting lists. But he's got to have regular social time with a group of his peers. And the revolving door of faces he gets through little drop-in type programs just doesn't seem to be cutting it.

He got a special treat a few days ago - a nice long chat with Grandma Phillips. My mom got a full tour of his toy box, as he emptied it onto the floor. He thought that talk was great! He's still telling us all about his special call from Grandma. So if anyone else wants to light up his life a little, don't hesitate to call!

Joan's doing great, too. We're in this study at the hospital, andas much as it's inconvenient, I'm glad I'm doing it. It's a clinical study to test the effects of a course they've developed on the outcomes of physiotherapy. It's all about recognizing the non-verbal cues that kids send, and it's geared specifically for parents of physio kids. Like how to recognize when they just don't feel like doing something at the moment, vs they can't physically do it. How to tell if they want to do it with help, vs by themselves. So far, it's been really helpful, even though we're not in therapy just yet. It helps to see things in a different way. Like, the therapist in Hamilton said to do it one way, which hasn't been working. This helps to think of new ways to do it, based on the uniqueness interests and moods of the kid themselves. It's a much more holistic way of looking at therapy. They say they get much better results this way, and I believe it. I've been applying some of the ideas, and they've really helped remotivate Joan. I've actually seen her get down on her belly and try to crawl, which she hasn't had any interest in doing for months. One of the best parts is the other moms and the instructors. It's run by actual physiotherapists, so they know exactly what I'm talking about when I discuss specific situations with Joan. Even though they've never seen her, they've been able to give me great advice and ideas, because they're so familiar with the condition. Meeting the other moms has made me realize that we're not so bad off. We're the mildest case. There's another little girl at the same developmental level and the same age, but she has seizures as well. Another has cystic fibrosis. Others have too many problems to remember. A little stroke sounds so minor in comparison. It's nice to be able to talk about MRIs and neurologists and leg braces, and no one bats an eyelash, because everyone's been there, done that.

Anyway, better go - Mike just got home. But I'll check back in soon!

an announcement!

Ok - I've probably held onto this one a little longer than I really should have. But I needed to make sure everything was going smoothly.

So here goes....

Yup - I'm pregnant!!! Yay!!!

This is actually an old ultrasound, from 11 weeks - I had one last week, but all the technician could get were bits and pieces. I didn't really feel like posting a photo of...legs. In fact, the baby was so unco-operative for the second ultrasound, I have to go back and do it again in the next week or two - it was moving so much, they couldn't lock in a few of the measurements.

I'm just about halfway - I'll cross the magical 20-week mark this weekend. After that, if I go into labour, there's a chance the baby can be saved. It's a small chance at first, but it's still a big comfort.

The due date has been set at September 20.

So far, the pregnancy has been very smooth. We had a few nervous weeks between the first trimester symptoms fading, and the kicks being big enough to feel well. There have been other things stopping me from announcing this earlier. I was going to post this last month, after a doctor visit, because he should have been able to get a heartbeat. But he didn't have a dopplar, and it was too early to pick it up by stethescope. So then, i decided to wait until the ultrasound - it's the big 18-week one, where they can see potential problems arising. But I had one of those technicians who won't say anything, which can mean either, they just won't say anything, or there's something horribly wrong. So again, it went on hold. But yesterday, I had a great doctor's appointment, and the doctor I've been referred to for the rest of the pregnancy assured me all is well, and everything they were able to capture is normal and growing right on schedule. She had a hard time finding the baby with her dopplar, but caught it for a few seconds - long enough to confirm all is well so far. It sure is a wiggly little worm! Now that it's bigger, I feel it wriggling constantly, which is great! I went weeks trying to entice it to move, with orange juice and chocolate. In the end, we discovered it loves spicy food! The first big, unmistakable, definitely-not-a-gas-bubble kick came when we were watching a Calgary Flames game, and eating very spicy wings. Mike said "It must be a boy! It likes hockey and wings!"

John's excited, too. He calls it my Belly Button Baby, because it lives in my belly button. He imagines that it has a bedroom, filled with toys in there, where it rides around on a red bike, just like his. He says good night to my belly sometimes, and has even told my belly "I love you, Belly Button Baby." He's cute. He's in for a rude awakening, though. he really thinks this baby will pop out ready to play and jump and run, just like him. We're trying to get it straight, but I think the thought of another helpless screaming bundle, like Joan was, just doesn't appeal enough to sink in.

Anyway, that's the news! We'll keep you posted as it goes. Hopefully, it will all be smooth sailing!

physio appt - finally

Well, it's not next week - or the week after. Joan's first meeting with her physiotherapist is May 22 - the day before her neurology appointment. She'll probably be meeting the occupational therapist the next month. She's in the study, though, which means sessions starting next week, running through the rest of May. Can't say I'm thrilled - the OT is the one that orders the hand brace, so that's yet another delay on that. But it's better than nothing. I've been told the labour shortage has hit the children's hospital particularly hard, because most people moving here are young people who either come with young families, or start them soon after they get here, and I believe it. It's so....incredibly...slow. Though, they've just promised some rediculous sum of money for healthcare in the last budget - they updated their numbers based on $78 a barrel. It allowed them to invest billions, and still eliminate the healthcare premium as of January, 2009. If you want a job in healthcare, now's the time to come to Alberta! That and construction. They're investng a ton, both municipally and provincially into roads and infrastructure. Want a great-paying unskilled labour type job, pouring asphalt? We're the place to be! Oh, and mechanics - we just paid $69 for an OIL CHANGE because there's such a shortage! Even the Chicken Shack is still loooking for someone. They've been hiring since last September at least - $15/hour. The 7-11 starts at $12, including benefits and retention bonuses. It's crazy! And they've done so much frantic home building, that housing prices are expected to fall this year, including rental prices, which aren't even all that bad. Our place is awesome, and only $900/month. (Though, the little war-time type bungalows in our neighbourhood sell for $700,000. Or at least, that's what they've been listing at. They sit for months on end at those prices, so they must be coming down.) The only downfall of Calgary is it's a two-industry town - oil and construction. And it's all based on oil sands - the oil they've been pumping is almost all gone, which means our entire economy is based on oil being at least $60/barrel. If it ever falls below that, or even gets too close, this place would be a ghost town. Nice thought. But it's good while it lasts!

Anyway, I'm off to get a GST number. I tried and failed yesterday. We don't have a printer anymore, so the guy on the Revenue Canada number said to pick up a form at the Calgary tax office, and we can fax it back to them when we were finished. Well, sounds great in theory - it should absolutely be that simple, shouldn't it? So, I pack up the kids, and make the dreaded trek downtown. Anyone who's been in downtown Calgary feels for me right now. It's the most ludicrous downtown in the world. The main street - Centre Street - is cut in the middle of town, by the freaking Calgary Tower! And it's not like the road that runs into Queen's Park, where they've built a ring road around it. No. it's just smack in the middle of the street, and you have to navigate through a maze of narrow, one-way streets to get around it. It's ludicrous. Who planned that!? Anyway, we finally got there, then had to hunt for the parkade, then find a spot inside it, get the kids out, find the elavator, get into the lobby, find Revenue Canada inside a ginormous Government of Canada building. We finally got there, only to be stopped by a security guard. I'm a Canadian, in a Canadian government building, trying to conduct legitimate Canadian business, in a Canadian agency, and I'm stopped by a guard, who asks me what I want. "I just need a form," I squeak. Five women behind desks are staring at me. "Over there," the guard says. "WHAT do you need?" asks one woman, visibly annoyed by this intrusion. "I need an RC1." (That stands for Revenue Canada 1. As in, Form #1).
"What's THAT!?" she barks. "It's the new business form," her neighbour whispers to her. "Oh. We don't do forms here," the first one says, handing me a photocopied sheet outlining all the ways I can get the form - none include stopping by a Revenue Canada office. I can get one mailed to me, but she warned me that it's very, very slow. How nice. In fact, I can't even bring the form back to them once I finally DO get it - I have to send it directly to Regina. I really wanted to ask what exactly they DO do there, but didn't. I was the only non-employee in the room. There were five clerks and a security guard. Seriously, what DO they do? The whole fiasco could have been prevented if they'd just publish their phone number. Online, the office description said "service by appointment only", but it gave no phone number to make an appointment!! Ah, gotta love government waste in action.

So the business is off to a rough start. But the kids are doing great. John is still missing family. He's started calling me "grandfather," and pretending that I'm his grandpa. It's not so bad at home, but he did it all through the grocery store yesterday. We got a few strange looks, to say the least. He's such a goofball. he's really grown lately. he's become really tall and skinny all of a sudden, so a lot of his pants are loose. He had on a particularly baggy pair to get groceries in, and somewhere in the pasta isle, I hear. "Mom! Look at me!" I turned around to see him with his pants down around his ankles, and he giggling like a loon. Thankfully, no-one else saw! He's potty trained, by the way! he's in underwear 100per cent of the time. He hasn't wet his bed in almost two weeks, and has even been pooping in his potty! Everytime he does it, he comes up to me and says "mom, I have a surprise for you!" When I ask what it is, he whispers "it's something brown." Then we head to the bathroom for the great unveiling.

Anyway, he's up now, so I'd better go.

the continuing saga

First, a confession. The camera, alas, is "a little bit broken" as John would put it. That's kind of why there hasn't been a new photo in a while. The cover has come off the battery area. I'm still working on it. In a pinch, I'm thinking duct tape will do the job.

I'm hoping to have it up and running by Saturday - I'm taking the kids to a family expo thing that sounds pretty fun. There's a petting zoo, story time inside a whale, inflatable bouncers, a potting shed, a craft corner, and all sorts of other interactive stuff for kids. It's all free - it's paid by exhibiters trying to lure parents to enroll their kids into summer programs. Everyone who has anything for kids will be there, from schools to the library. Should be a good source of inspiration on things to do with John. We've found lots of things, but no perfect fit yet. What he really needs is preschool, but it's expesive and we're not willing to give into that route just yet. But he does need some more stimulation in his life. He's so incredibly bright and social. Seems a shame to have him out of school. I so wish they had JK here!

More good news for Joan - I got a call from the physio clinic! It was a therapist who phoned, to asses what kind of services she's going to need. She gave me some neat new ideas to try, to entice Joan to crawl - the ones from the old crew just frustrate her to no end. Haven't tried hers yet, but they sound a little more friendly. She agreed she'll need both a hand and foot brace, and is trying to set her up with both physio and occupational therapists. However, they also want her to enrol in a research study, which requires her to start therapy next week! They can't guaruntee her whole team will be assembled by then, but she was pretty sure she could get an appointment with at least her physiotherapist for the first week, which would make the family eligible for the study. If not, they'll have to start probably the week after. Either way works for me! The study is to look at the effects that communication between baby and parent have on success. They've found anectotally that parents who are "in tune" with what their kids are wanting have kids who perform significantly better in therapy. So they've formed a little study, with a six-week parental class, to see if it's true. Half will get both the class and the therapy, the control will get therapy only. (Hopefully, we get the class!)

On the Mike front, we've decided to go ahead and go contract. I've been in charge of research, and spent a lot of time on the phone with revenue canada, and various other beaurocratic agencies, and it doesn't sound too hard, even for an incorperation. The added work to have an incorperation over a sole proprietership is pretty minimal. We only registered as an Alberta company, so apparently, they send out a pre-filled-in form once each year, we make any changes, answer a few questions, fire it back and that's that. The revenue canada stuff we'd have to do anyway - we need a business number and a GST number, no matter what kind of business it is. We're just tacking on payroll stuff, which doesn't sound like too much fun, but it doesn't sound hard, either. It's a monthly payment to the government - which they may ask us to do quarterly, if it's too small - and an annual summary. GST is just a cheque each year. There's the extra tax return for the company, but there's small business tax software. We're such a minuscule little business, we just can't see it being that complicated, as long as we keep meticulous records. It's really just an invoice out, a payment in, and a couple of paycheques back out. It should be pretty basic to keep track of everything, as long as we keep good records and keep track of all the due dates. Mike took accounting in university. I'm sure I can pick up enough to keep us out of trouble. I can add and subtract. How hard can it be? (Famous last words, I know.) Chances are, I won't qualify for EI after all. Mike will be sole shareholder, at least to start, so he's automatically out. And apparently, they're a bit sticky about wives working as assistants to their husbands in these little micro-businesses, according to the Revenue Canada Guy. He gave me the number of a form to fill out, which goes to a board of sorts. They'll give us a ruling on whether they would honour a claim, and if they say no, we just don't pay that deduction - but everyone qualifies for CPP. He gave me some tips to keep things simple, and told me some of Revenue Canada's small business pet peeves so we don't annoy them too much. He was pretty frank, and had lots of info. He said they try to keep it pretty user-friendly, ad we'll get all the forms and handbooks we need when we apply for our numbers.

We incorperated on Friday - it was only a couple hundred bucks. There was only one "legalese" section, about share structure. We just took a blurb from a sample federal form we found online. When we went in to the office, they showed us a pre-written blurb of their own, that they could just cut and paste from a file, so we went with that. It was pretty easy. And what did Mike choose as a name? W Inc. (It spells wink.) He tossed around Walchuk Telecom Inc, but thought it sounded too long and stuffy. Walchaco Inc was on the table, but he wasn't sold on it either. W Inc was just kooky enough for his taste, and shockingly, wasn't taken yet. So now it's ours.

John just came down, and wants to say hi!
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she's OK!

a bath photo, just for fun

Joan's MRI went through this morning. The anesthesiologist was a little leery, but because she had no fever and her lungs sounded clear, he said he was fine with going ahead. Apparently, the drugs they give can cause the lungs to "shut down" to the extent that they have trouble clearing themselves out, which can lead to an increased risk of pneumonia, which is why they won't put a sick kid under, if they can help it. But both he and the nurse agreed that, although she still had a cough, her lungs were clear.

Only one of us was allowed to go be with her for the sedation, so Mike went, which I was kind of glad of. Not sure if I could have handled that, to be honest. He said she fussed a little, but was too tired to put up a fight - it all happened before her normal wake-up time. Then, we took John to the coffee shop for some breakfast, before the playroom opened. I love having a hospital that's so geared to families, right down to the coffee shop. In the fridge were things like Minigo's, cheese strings, Jell-o, and about five different flavours of rice krispie squares.

The playroom is awesome. John bolted in as soon as the door opened, and was pushing trucks around before we even had a chance to fully check him in.It's huge and bright, and the volunteers are really nice. It's all funded through the hospital foundation, so it's free to use. I really appreciate that it's there, and if we decide to give anything to charity this year, this hospital tops my list. It's a little stressful getting the referrals organized, but now that we're in, it's a great place. The nurses are awesome, and it's all set up to be so family-oriented. There's toys in every waiting room. Play areas, fish tanks, wishing wells. Lots of bathrooms and smaller, more private waiting areas. They're all nice to John, who alway has a million questions for the doctors and nurses, but they all take the time to answer him and make him feel part of the process. They all seem to have all the information they need, and the interaction between them and us is all very organized and streamlined. For a hospital, where terrible things must happen all the time, it's a very soothing and reassuring place. It's been really great so far.

We didn't need to wait long for Joan to wake up. She was pretty crabby from the drugs and not too happy with all the wires and sensors attached to her. But she cuddled for a bit, and had some juice, and she seemed to cheer up with every wire removed. Her big beef was the IV hook-up, and I can't blame her. Those things suck. They told us everything went fine. They didn't need to use the radioactive dye - we had to sign a consent form ahead of time, in case they needed to use it. It feels great signing off on something for your kid, where the potential risks are coma and death. The anesthesiologist popped in to see her before we left, and said she did well, and her lungs weren't a problem.

The whole thing was very fast. They originally told us an hour in recovery - the nurse discharged us after about 10 minutes. I felt bad for John, who only got to play for maybe 20 minutes. He gave us a very sour look as he saw us coming to collect him! But he'll be back - I'm hoping to use it during her physio appointments, too.

Joan recovered just fine. She wasn't back to her usual happy self for about an hour and a half. But then she was starving, and ate like a horse. She did throw up a little - they said that might happen, even though they gave her antinausea drugs - then she was down for a nap.

So it all went very well, and I'm glad that's all done and behind us. She can now eat coins to her heart's content! And in four weeks we meet her neurologist, to see what horrors are hiding in that little head of hers!

MRI day!

Just a reminder that Joan's MRI is tomorrow - at 7:30 a.m.! Unfortunately, there's a chance that it may be deferred to a later date. Mike had a very, very bad flu, and it made its rounds through everyone. I got the lightest dose - no fever, and minimal stomach issues. John was hit hard - he was as sick as Mike, who wound up taking several days off work with it. I really thought Joan was going to sail through, but the night before her heart appointment, the fever kicked in. By the morning of the appointment, she had a fever of 102. We doped her up on Tylenol to cool her down a little, but it wasn't enough to let her feel "good" in any way. She screamed her head off through both tests, the weigh-in, through most of the waiting room time. Not a fun visit. The staff there was awesome, though. They work at a kids hospital for a reason - they all took the noise in stride, and did their best to distract her. They tried puppets, swirling lights, toys, funny faces, all to no avail. But they all kept their cool, and just kept working. Sadly, we had a very sick and stroppy John with us, too. We felt he was way too fluish to dump him in the siblings' playroom, so he tagged along with us. Also not a happy camper, but he found the tests pretty cool, and he found a cool truck to play with in the waiting room.

Fast forward to the weekend. John, who's been sick and feverish for a week, starts screaming his head off, and clutching at his ear. "IT STINGS!!!!!" he screams, tears streaming down his face. It's Friday night, so our family doc has already gone home, but the nurse gave us the alberta telehealth number. They say to try Tylenol, and wait a couple days. Mike wasn't home yet, so I did the Tylenol to start. John was asleep within 5 minutes. However, an hour later, he was up again, screaming and clutching, so we packed everyone up and headed to the urgent care clinic. (The nurse had recommended the emergency at the Children's Hospital, but we called ahead, and they warned they were extremely busy, due to the blizzard which was hitting the city at the time).

So we checked in with our hacking, spluttering, feverish kids, one in obvious pain, and the other tugging at her ears, so we asked that they both be looked at. We were the first to be seen - thank goodness, because there were two kids riddled with chicken pox, running around, breathing on Joan. That's just what I need. Turns out, they both had ear infections. So now, we have matching bottles of his and her antibiotics in the fridge.

John is pretty much over his flu, but Joan isn't exactly 100 per cent. No fever anymore, but she's very sniffly and tired, and on antibiotics to boot, with an MRI scheduled in the morning. Great timing. I called the MRI clinic yesterday, to see if they'll reschedule. The nurse said to bring her how she is, and the anesthesiologist will make the call then. Hopefully, she's well enough to go ahead. It will finally put an end to my recurring nightmares of Joan eating metalic objects off the floor, only to have them rip through her organs during the MRI. Gotta love paranoid mom dreams. I've been having these dreams for months now. I've been sweeping the floor twice daily, in a futile attempt at stopping them.

We've got John signed up again for the sibling room. He liked watching the tests for her heart, but we're not allowed to watch the MRI. So if they let her through, it'll be 45 minutes of nervous waiting, followed by an hour of recovery as she wakes up from the sedation. Very boring for a little kid, so I'm glad they still had space in the play room! He's going to be there to watch her being put under though, but we've been preparing him for what he's going to see, and he loves playing doctor, so I think he'll be ok with seeing it.

In other news, Mike's company is being restructured, in a way. There's been rumors of piece rate being brought in for weeks now. But it turns out, they actually want the guys to all go contract. It means they all have to become their own private companies, with registrations and GST numbers and insurance and the whole bit. It's optional, so it's kind of dominated all of our conversation for days, debating whether it's the right thing to do, and if we do, what's the best way to go about doing it. We've been researching all the terms - dividends, capital gains, sole proprieter vs incorperation, gross-up. It's pretty complicated stuff. But Mike's been tinkering with tax software, to see what would work out best for us, both short and long term. There's a lot of factors that have to weigh in - child benefits, RRSP capabilities, tax rates, liquidity of assets, income splitting - but we've got about three weeks before everything gets presented to the guys in writing, and new contracts need to be signed. We're pretty sure it's the right thing to do. It eliminates all job security, and he won't be eligible for EI anymore, but there are other advantages. He could incorperate, registering as just an Alberta business, which makes things more complicated paper-work-wise. But then, both he and I can pull a wage from the company. I can be his assistant,a nd we can both earn minimum wage, which, while holding the balance of our assets at a corperate rate, which is pretty low - much, much lower than income tax. We can draw a wage from this company while he's at school, so it's a form of savings, and as far as we know, the company can invest in stocks and mutual funds just like a person can. From the tax software, that gave us the best scenario, tax-wise, and has other attractive benefits as well. But we're still hemming and hawing. That scenario would also give me EI benefits, in case Mike lost his job (because he'd have to lay me off, too.) Unfotunately, the company isn't making the status quo very palatable - there won't be any more bonus structure or overtime - just a flat wage with flat hours. Under the unit-rate contract model, it appears that Mike would bring in quite a bit more, but there's no security to it, and he NEEDS to bring in more to cover the extra costs. Don't know. It's a brave new world, that's for sure! Any advice is appreciated!!!

Anyway, better go. I'll let you know how everything goes tomorrow.

she's fine!

just stopping in quick while Mike's home to code off some jobs - our main computer is having some booting issues.

Joan had her cardiology appointment yesterday, and everything is fine. There's no hole, no abnormalities at all. The initial diagnosis was correct - an innocent murmer. But instead of being caused by a hole, like the pediatrician thought, it's just caused by the particular shape of her heart. The way blood moves through causes a bit of an extra whoosh, which is completely harmless. Most kids outgrow it as the shape of their heart changes with growth. About 5 per cent continue into adulthood, but even in that case, it's completely harmless and will never cause her any problems. He said her heart looks fine and healthy and normal, and the murmer in no way had anything to do with the stroke. The cardiologist got on the phone with our neurologist as we were leaving to go over his findings, so now neurology knows she's all clear for the MRI.

really, REALLY quick Joan update...

Got a call from the Doc this morning. Cardiology decided to step Joan's appointment WAY up - to April 16! I think she's getting two tests - they said both an ECG AND an echocardiogram. Apparently, they're two different things. I looked up on Wikipedia, and yeah - they seem to be different. At any rate, we go straight from that to a consult with the cardiologist, to discuss the results.



Mike is off that day, which will be nice. We booked John into the sibling childcare room, too, so for most of the two-hour appointment he'll get to play with other kids. Thankfully, Mike's even off the day of the MRI, which is awesome! Though, it's scheduled too early to drop John with the childcare, so he may just be coming along for the ride.



Anyway, thought I'd pass that on! Yay!

super-quick Joan update

hello,

Joan and I visited the doctor today. I didn't actually ask for anything to be moved, but I passed along some of the family's concerns, and my own concerns, and some of the family heart history.

He said it was probably all very safe - she's not the first case they'll have seen, so they'll know what they're doing, and they likely won't put her right under anyway - typically, it's just a sedative, which is safer.

That said, he conferred with the cardiologist after I left, and the cardiologist feels, in light of the family history, that her ECG should probably be stepped up. What they're going to TRY to do, is co-ordinate with Neurology, to have the two tests done back to back on the same visit. He's not sure what they'll do about sedation - the doc said to leave it with them for a couple days to go over her chart and make some decisions, and he should be able to relay their answer to me by Tuesday or Wednesday next week. I'll keep you posted on what they say.

this and that and the other

It's been a bit, so thought I'd better stop in. Sorry no pictures - I'm actually on Mike's laptop, and he has none loaded on here. It's his day off today, and he's at the gym. (He got a membership for himself a week or two ago, and has been every day since. He's put on some weight since leaving Hamilton, and it's starting to make him feel tired at work.)

Anyway, things are going alright here. Kids have gotten over a strange flu. We think it must have been what we had, but in us, it dragged on and on, but wasn't bad - just annoying. In the kids, it was a 24-hour bug. Joan got it first, then John. The night it hit John, he crawled into bed with us, and was so cold, he was shivering. Then the fever hit, and it was like sleeping with a radiator. He spent the entire day dozing on the couch, complaining that he was hot and cold and everything hurt, and barking orders at me. "Mom, can you move my drink?" "Mom, can you get me my super duper cozy blanket?" In the evening, his fever spiked to 102, but I had nothing to give him, so thankfully, Mike postponed his last job to make a run to the pharmacy for me. Within half an hour, John was feeling great, back to his perky, chatty self. Then had a great night's sleep, and woke up feeling fine. Joan's wasn't even that bad. She felt slightly warmish for a day, but showed no other symptoms at all.

I just have to send a very big, very belated thank you to Mike's grandma - she sent the kids a HUGE gift basket for Easter, filled to the brim with chocolate and cookies and fruit. I had to love John - he was taking out all these sweets, but the first thing he ate was the grapes! All the fruit was eaten in pretty short order, actually. We still have one of the four Easter bunnies left. I actually turned one of the big ones into a pan of brownies, which Mike thought was a horrible thing to do. But they were sooooo good! So thank you so much! You really made John's day. He was so excited when he saw it come in! In fact, he's still taking about it!

We finally went to the library last week. John's usual gym program was cancelled, due to March break, and they have a big library right there, so it became his consolation prize. He really liked it. They had computers pre-loaded with fun little preschool games, with numbers and letters and puzzles. It was very popular - the kids all piled their little chairs around the monitor, taking turns with the mouse, feeding each other the answers. It was really cute. At one point, it was just John and another little boy, and the other kid had the mouse. John kept patting the kid on the back, saying "good job!" and "you're good at this game!"Unfortunately, the other kid didn't speak too much english, but he seemed to understand the sentiment. And of course, they had little tables and chairs and couches, for test driving the books. John would bolt off into the stacks, and emerge with new books to read. In the end, he had a few favourites, so we got library cards to take them home. They charge for library cards here, which is unthinkable to me - $12 a year! But I guess for the value you get, it's pretty cheap. They do run lots of programs - they do a lot of ESL training, and lots of kids programs, like puppet shows and sing-a-longs. They even have a preschool program, which is half an hour without parents, which I think John would enjoy. He needs a break from mom now and then.

That said, if a city in southern ontario proposed charging an annual fee to use the library, there would be riots. But in Calgary, it kind of fits. They're so incredibly cheap here! Did you know that Calgary has no curb-side recycling? They have dumpsters scattered throughout the city, and people save up their recyclables, and haul them to these bins. You can't even just dump it in - everything needs to be flattened and sorted into the proper bins. And people actually do this. If you peek in, everything is perfectly cleaned and sorted. Though, we're getting curbside recycling next year, which will be nice. Speaking of how cheap this city is, I don't think they own a single street sweeper. The streets are still caked in sand and dirt from winter. On windy days, it's like a dust storm rolling down the streets. I really think they just wait for the rain in summer to take care of it.

Then there's healthcare. We just got our first bill - $260-odd dollars, for the first quarter. We had our bill even before coverage kicked in! But I intend to get my money's worth. Joan and I are headed to the doctor tomorrow on Alberta's tab, to discuss some concerns. Apparently, he's the only guy with the power to step up her ECG, so he's the guy I'm going to see. My concern is that he doesn't know that there's a history of big heart problems on both sides of my family. I know some of it is in her chart - a couple members needed pacemakers at a young age, and the pediatrician considered my dad to be very young to have the surgery he did, so both of those are in there. But I know there's more I didn't think to say at the time, that might be relavent. I know I had a great aunt on my mom's side, who was born with a heart defect, and died in her early 20's as a result. It doesn't hurt to make sure Joan will be safe under sedation for the MRI, without knowing exactly what's up with her heart first. I'm sure it's fine - heart defects are the main cause of these strokes, so I'm sure they've dealt with it before. But it doesn't hurt to make sure. I get the sense from the nurses and admissions staff that the departments in this hospital are very disconnected from each other, which is a big concern to me.

John's doing well, but is getting nostalgic for family. He's been asking to go to Dryden for a visit with his grandparents these last few weeks. Some days, he's so insistant, he says he's going to go by himself! Mike's trying to think of a way to get us there - he's thinking he might drive us up on a weekend, then pick us up on another weekend. But we'll see. One of the things John misses is the Walchuk's apple trees, so I'm thinking April might be a wee bit early! John's getting impatient for all his usual summer activities - camping, swimming, picnicing. He's been asking for a picnic with Jeremy's special peanut butter cookies. But it's not quite summery enough for any of those things yet. In fact, we got a little bit of snow a couple days ago - 10 cm, that they didn't even predict. (They can't predict the precipitation here, because of the mountains. Apparently, only Denver is harder to predict.) John had fun shovelling again, but got bored halfway through...so he took off to the park! I turned around, and he was gone! Luckily, there was snow, so Joan and I just followed his tracks, and found him on the swings. It's just across the back ally, so if he's going to take off anywhere, that's the safest place for him to go. But still! Sheesh!

Mike's turning 30 is a few days! It's going to be pretty low-key. He wants to watch Logan's Run, which is what we did for my 30th, too. He asked for a black forest cake, so the kids and I headed out to pick up some whipped cream and cherries so we can make one. John and I are going to try to make ice cream, too, which Mike doesn't know about. John is so excited! he just can't wait for Dad's birthday! I let him pick out the candles at the store - he had a choice of three, and picked the diamond patterned ones. "They're so beautiful!" he keeps telling Dad, even though it's technically all supposed to be a "surprise". John even has a hiding spot all picked out, where he's going to leap from and yell "Surprise!" when dad gets home from work. He's been practicing - he's already started yelling "surprise!" every time dad comes home. It's very cute. I think John is getting way more enjoyment from Mike's birthday than Mike is.

Making the cake should be exciting - I've never made a real cake before, but I've been trying to make everything from scratch now that I'm at home, so I'm getting better at cooking. John's been enjoying it. We've completely given up the grossly overpriced commercial bread here, so every few days, we bake bread together. I let John dump ingredients and punch down between rises, and he thinks it's great fun. I think a lot of people cook from scratch here - we can get neat specialty things that you'd never see in a store down south. Instead of yeast being in a little box on the bottom shelf, it's a huge section, with all different kinds, right at eye level. There's a mill in Olds, and they sell all sorts of neat things right in Safeway, like barley flour, which makes a neat tasting bread we all like. People seem to do a lot of preserving here, too, judging from the giant wall-o-preserving supplies at every groccery store. But I'm not sure what they're preserving - they don't seem to grow produce here. Maybe we'll be surprised, but Mike thinks people must stock up in the Okanogan every summer, then can it for the winter.

Anyway, I should go. I'm tired and rambling, and have to feed the brood. But I'll be back!

good news!

Just stopping in for a minute to share two good pieces of good news!

One - we have health coverage! We were all approved, and it starts April 1.

Two - Joan has an MRI apointment! It's soon, too - April 23 at 7 a.m. Unfortunately, the neurologist is taking paternity leave from April 22 to May 21, so we don't have an appointment to review his findings until May 22, but it's better than nothing, right? I asked if there were other neurologists, but she said he's assigned to us, and has reviewed her file from Hamilton, and is actually very excited she belongs to him. Not sure why - he probably sees several of them. But it's still all good news to me!

What Joan does when we're not looking...

Joan had snuck off somewhere this morning, so I set out to find her. Turns out, she had scooted to her room for a little light reading.

progress!

I've finally heard from the physio dept for Joan! We got a huge "welcome to the children's hospital" package, with a letter, maps, list of services, and all sorts of stuff. I almost cried when I saw it, I was so happy! It said we'll be getting a call in the next week or two to discuss Joan and what we're hoping to get out of therapy, and then they'll put together her team and make up a schedule for us. I hate that we've had to start all the way from scratch with everything. But it's nice to see some movement, at last! Hopefully, now that we've been accepted in, it won't take long for the appointments to actually start.

This hospital really does sound amazing. They even have a childcare space for siblings, where I can drop John while I take Joan to her appointments! That's one less thing to think about. It's a gigantic hospital - floors and floors, department after department. The physio clinic is connected to the neuroscience dept. It's amazing just looking at the map, to see everything they have stuffed in there. Hamilton had a children's hospital too, obviously, but it was a department here, a doctor there, all scattered around. This is one huge hospital, devoted to nothing but kids.

Unfortunately, we still don't have coverage for Alberta Health and Wellness, and they haven't even gotten to our application package yet, so I don't know if they're going to accept my citizenship documents. But they'll be getting to us soon - they open them chronologically, based on when they arrived, so they should be getting to ours within a week or so, and if there's no problems, it will be processed the same day, according to the guy on the phone. Not that I'm excited to start paying $88 a month in health premiums. But not everyone accepts the OHIP cards, so the sooner we get into Alberta's healthcare, the better off we'll be. Besides, the conservatives promised to phase out the premiums. In fact every party did. But now that they have a huge majority, they can do whatever the heck they want. The other day, they announced a "sweeping tranformation of healthcare", whatever that means. They gave no details. Doesn't sound too good to me. Mike thinks it might mean massive privatization. The worst case scenario he could think of is charging big user fees for visits, in lieu of the premium, but I'm not sure that's even legal.

random kid pics

Joan, getting into a tangled mess. Now that she's more mobile, she gets into all sorts of fun trouble. We've even had to put up gates, when we discovered her perched at the top of the basement stairs, peering down.

John, fixing the freezer. It's been sitting unused in our living room since we moved in. It wouldn't fit down the spiral staircase leading to the basement. Mike had taken the lid off, to see if that would help, but it was no good. But it's hard to take advantage of meat sales without a big freezer, so we decided to fire it up, and just leave it in the corner of the living room. It matches the walls, so it's not too bad. Anyway, Dad brought his cool tool belt in, and showed John how to use the screwdriver, and off he went! He did most of it by himself! John was so excited! He talked about it for days! Mike said this is a good advertisement for the superior design of the Robertson screw - so easy to handle, even a 3-year-old can do it.

Meet Ballie - a ball of dough, awaiting transformation into a tortilla. Apart from his true passion of home improvements, John also loves to cook, and was helping me roll tortillas for burritos a few days ago. I formed the dough into 12 little balls, and as their "turns" came up, John would mould little faces on them. They'd each cheer that it was their turn - then scream as I squished them flat.

Ah. To be one again. I left Joan playing with the cat as I went to the washroom, and I returned to this.

Hope you enjoyed the photos! Nothing more to say - I have to get cleaning. I think we have a plumber coming tomorrow, to tear out a wall. We have a leaky pipe behind the shower, so each time we shower, water burbles up from UNDER the tub, and has started lifting and cracking our brand new tile floor. I'm just going to say, it's so nice to have it NOT be our problem for once. At least the bill's not our problem. I still have a bunch of guys coming in to tear out a section of wall. It will be very, very exciting for John, though. The management company had sent out a plumber earlier this week to scope out the job, and John was buzzing. He followed this poor guy around like a puppy. Every 30 seconds, I heard "Jordan? What are you doing?" "Jordan? What are you doing now?" The guy was a good sport about it, though. He seemed to enjoy the attention. had told John before he arrived that there was a man coming to looka t the shower, so when he answered the door, John said "I'm John. Are you the man?" Jordan laughed, and said "Well, I hope I'm the man, but for now, and just "a" man." I wish i had a video of John's reaction to this guy's pipe wrench. he went out to his van to get it, then walked in with this ginormous thing in his hand. "Mom! Mom! Look at that wrench!" squealed John, following Jordan through the house. "It's. It's huge!"

Anyway, I'd better go.

An appointment - at last!

Yay! We're finally in the cardiology clinic! The doctor's office phoned today with Joan's long-awaited ECG appointment. That's an ultrasound of her heart, to see if the murmer is nothing, or requires surgery or what's going on in there.

So that's the good news. The bad news? It's not until June 12! Ugh! Three months away. But at least it's a firm date, right?

Now we're just waiting on the MRI appointment. I've phoned the neurology dept so often, she seems to have stopped returning my calls. And we're still waiting on the physio clinic, too. I haven't even gotten a call from admissions yet. But having the ECG booked makes me feel much, much better. Pretty sad that we're in the fastest moving hospital in the city, and it's still taking this long. I can really see why people are turning to private clinics.

ah - me time!

Sorry for just one photo - this is all Blogger will let me post tonight. But it's still cute!

A rare evening moment to me. It's only 10 p.m., but everyone is asleep, including Mike. He had a safety meeting this morning at 7 a.m., which was like 6 a.m. yesterday's time. And he had to get up early and account for driving time to get there, so wound up getting up at what would have felt like 4:30 a.m., after working late the night before. I got up with him, and felt bad for the guy. But not bad enough to slug through the day like he did - I went back to bed, so I'm feeling fine!

I'm here to post a little more. First some answers for Gram, because she asked some good questions. They use ground up tires for playgrounds because they're soft, and don't compact. If you fall on them, they really cushion the blow. I guess it's also a way of using up old useless tires. Apparently, they're trying to replace all the rock-based playgrounds in Calgary with this rubber stuff. I hated it at first, but I've learned to like it. It's fun to walk on - very squishy.

Second - YES! John has in fact finally stopped jumping on the couch! It took a big bash-up to drive the point home, but it did what months of nagging was unable to accomplish.

He's doing much better, by the way. He ate taco salad, which is nacho chips with cheese, meat and veggies, without complaint, and without asking for it to be broken into pieces. He even let me brush his front teeth tonight, which is a big turnaround. Most of the bruising is gone - just a bit of redness remains, and his lips are still sore. Part of that is that they're chapped, from breathing out of his mouth this past week, but he doesn't like the feeling of lip ointments of any kind, so I can't really help him. So I think he'll be OK. Most of the swelling is gone. He looks much better today than even those pictures, which are only a couple of days old. He was a lot more cheerful today, too. He's been such a grizzly bear this past week, but I think that swelling being almost gone has really helped him feel a lot better. No black teeth, so far, either! One was a little loose at first, but it doesn't seem to wiggle at all anymore, so I'm thinking it's lived on to be banged another day.



Joan had an exciting milestone today - she pivoted to the right! Probably doesn't mean a whole lot to many of you, but trust me, this is big, big, big! She's really progressing. She's been pulling up like a pro for weeks now, but now, she can let go with her hands and still stay propped up with her hip. She's even venturing from furniture piece to furniture piece that way. It's pretty exciting. If I hold her hands, she'll even walk along, one foot in front of another. At first, she was dragging her right foot, but now, she actually picks it up and steps with it. She's still very awkward, but she's really driven, so she's progressing well, in my amateur opinion. I don't think it will result in walking until she gets into therapy, though. She's still turning that right foot out funny, and can't really bear much wight on it. I sure wish she had that brace. She looks like she could use a cane or something. Hopefully, they'll get it sorted out before she has a permenant limp or anything like that. Things sure move slow here! All the requisitions are out, but I STILL don't have a single appointment date. It's extremely frustrating. Her language skills are chugging along, too. We have an activity book from Cheerios, with big pictures of - shockingly - Cheerios all over the cover. Joan pointed to one, and said "eat!" She can follow verbal commands now. I can ask her to give whatever's in her hand to Dad, and she will. She knows when I say something is hot, not to touch it. She's known, and listened to, "no" for a while now. She's even shaking her head "no" to verbal questions now, which is kind of cool. She's started pointing to things in books, and saying what sounds like "that", and then waits for us to say what it is before moving on to the next object, like she's trying to soak it all in.

On the Mike front, he's been doing a lot of thinking about his future, now that he may actually be able to finish school. He bounced the idea one day of teaching in a northern area. As in, like, Nunuvut (which John can't pronounce, so he calls it "none of us"). We had teachers in high school who did that, and had nothing but good things to say about it. Mike's found a lot of resources online, including a blog by a guy who's been up there for eight years. It actually sounds kind of neat, in a "what are we thinking?" kind of a way. I've never eaten muskox before, but I'm sure it's close enough to beef to pretend. And I'm sure we could learn enough Inukituk to get by. They have airports and Canada Post and the internet, and some places even have nurses and RCMP officers. How bad can it be? Everything is heavily subsidized to keep the cost of living moderately in check - except food prices, which are infamous. The school board up there has a web page to help new teachers brace for the shock - a carton of milk ranged from $4-8. A 5-pound bag of flour is $14. It's a little crazy! Some of them have fly-in grocery services from Montreal - you pay Montreal prices, plus 20 per cent, plus the cost of postage. Apparently, the locals order non-parishables annually, and they're shipped by barge in "summer", which keeps the prices down. I can't imagine ordering a year's worth of toilet paper in one go, but that's supposedly how it's done there. It all sounds pretty cool and exciting, and the pay makes it worthwhile, not even including a hefty northern allowance. It's a decision that's still years away, obviously. But it's been lots of fun looking into it. He keeps returning to one community called Grise Fiord, in Nunuvut. Look it up on mapquest if you feel like a shock. But that's actually where this blogging teacher is, and life there sounds pretty civilized. Cold, though. And really dark for a few months on end. He's been posting multiple sun pictures the last few days, because it's finally starting to rise again. But all in all, pretty civilized. They have running water and everything. They even have an indoor hockey arena, of all things!


Well, better go. Joan has woken up again. I blame that pesky tooth. I'll be back soon with more pictures!

a day at the park

I have too many pictures, but not enough time to process and post them all, so I'm going to post them in bits and pieces. These were taken yesterday, on a trip to the park - this is the little park that convinced Mike this apartment was right for us, because it's practically in our backyard. We go almost every day. The first is Joan, on her favourite ride, the swing. As soon as we turn the corner and come into view of the park, she starts to giggle, because she knows she'll get to swing.

John, striking a pose for the camera

The park's main attraction - loose dirt stuff for digging, and running one's fingers through. It's actually ground-up old tires. My house is constanty filled with tiny bits of rubber.

My little construction crew

Some quiet time with Dad before bed last night.

More pictures coming in the next few days. I've tried to be more diligent about keeping the camera charged and ready, and it's paid off. Now I just need to log some time in "the dungeon" to get them posted.

Things here have been alright. We finally checked out Alberta's equivalent of the Early Year's Centre. They aren't nearly as good, or as plentiful. But they do exist. John has dubbed it "The Fun Place." As in, all day, every day, he whines "can we pleeeeeeeease go to The Fun Place today? Pleeeeease?"

Unfortunately for John, they aren't open very often, or for very long. We have two, two-hour windows in the week for open play time, which is kind of sad. But they have a few other things. They have free swimming lessons on Mondays, and they have an open gym time on Friday afternoons, where they bring out the tricycles and soccer stuff, and let the kids run wild, followed by a snack and a random literacy activity. We went to the pre-schooler program last week, and both kids LOVED it! John got to play with trucks to his heart's content, and Joan spent a couple of hours with me, filling containers with blocks and dumping. She even got to sit in an excersaucer, which is like a baby amusement park, and she REALLY loved that. The blocks and other things were better for her, though, because she was using both sides to play. I haven't seen such a big smile on her face for that long, like, ever. Lots of fun! John had fun, too, but he found the other kids a bit frustrating. A lot of them were younger - the pamphlet says it's for 4-5 year-olds, but we were told we could come, because he was close, but there were lots of really young kids there, like 2-year-olds. The language barrier was an issue. It's an inner-city centre, hosted by the YWCA, so it was a lot more multicultural than I expected. Very few of the kids spoke any english. One spoke only french. Several only spoke Chinese. One other spoke english, but you'd never know it, because he didn't speak at all. Some of the others were too young to tell what language they could do. I didn't realize this until near the end, because the teachers still spoke to the kids in english, they just didn't respond to anything. It was like a class of mutes, except for John, who was trying his darnedest to strike up some meaningful conversation. At the end, they gave them a little snack - they sat in a circle, eating crackers and peaches. John asked everyone in turn, "do you like peaches?" When he got no response, he'd move on to the next person. The teacher was good, though, and gave him a very full answer of "Normally, I don't like peaches, but these ones are very good, aren't they?" He nodded yes, and he seemed happy with that.

On the way home, he commented on it. "We didn't talk at the Fun Place," he said. "I know," I told him. "Most of those kids can't speak english." "But I can speak it!" he said. We might try to find a different one, not so close to the core, so he has other kids to converse with. But most of them are so far away, way, way up in the north end.

We were going to back this week, but John's had quite a bad accident. While I was doing dishes one morning, he was jumping on the couch, even though he knows he's not supposed to, and he fell, very hard. Hard enough that it knocked in one of his front teeth a little, and turned the insides of his lips black. He's still swollen now, six days later. We think the tooth will be okay, but he's still asking for his food to be broken into little pieces, so it's hard to tell. He lets Mike look at it, but not me. But Mike says it's looking better every day. He's still in a lot of pain, but it seems to be mostly his lip that's the cause. He fell while holding a pen, which dug a big gouge through his bottom lip, and seemed to go inside his mouth to cause a lot of the damage to his upper lip. You can kind of see it in some of the photos up there - you can see the swelling in the left side of his face still. He actually refused to leave the house for a few days after. He spent a lot of time on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, whimpering. But he also refused to take any Tylenol, because it's "baby medicine". But he's asking to go places now, like the park and the Fun Place, so I'm sure he's feeling better. From what little he lets me see, I think he'll be okay, but the decision to go to a dentist or not is being left up to Mike, because he's the only one John trusts to lift up that sore, puffy lip. (Probably, because Mike keeps telling John that I want to pull his tooth out. That might have a bit to do with it.)

Speaking of baby teeth, Joan has a new one, with another on the way. That brings her up to nine - almost 10. This latest one is giving her a lot of grief. She clutches her cheek and screams now and then. She's drooling like crazy and is in constant search of soft flesh to bite - usually mine! Hopefully, it will pop through soon.

Anyway, better go. I have more to say, but have run out of time, and buggy Blogger has already erased half of this post, so I'm not going to stick around. But I'll be back!

quickie

just wanted to poke in and say thanks to my parents for the package they sent. It actually arrived a few days ago. John was so excited when it came in!

"WHAT'S INSIDE!? WHAT'S INSIDE!?" he squealed. As I pulled back the flap, he said "It's...it's....it's STUFF!!!"

Inside were some Christmas presents from my Auntie Glenn Ellen and Uncle Dave. It was a farm truck and trailer set, with people and horses. He LOVES it! It still has an honoured place on his bedside table at bedtime, which is typically reserved for his favourite toy of the day. He's been using it to cart stuff all over the house. One of the horses has been named "Gink." I think it's inspired by Dr. Seuss. Joan got a pink minivan, filled with people, and she was so excited! A car of her very own! She spent the whole day filling the trunk with things, and shifting all of the little people around. She got a great fuzzy hat, too, which has come in very handy - it has a chin strap, so it seals all the gaps of her snow suit, which has been good with the crazy weather out here. It's not the temperature, it's the wind that makes it so cold. (Except for now, with a chinook and all. I think they said +9 today)

But it was the thing at the bottom of the package which really made John's day - it was his Tonka bulldozer, which we had forgotten at my parents' house over Christmas. The second he saw it, he scooped it up, gave it a big bear hug, and said "Bulldozerey! You're here!" Then he turned to me and said "look, Mom! It's Bulldozerey! It's my wish come true!"

Bulldozerey was then united with his fleet of Tonka truck friends. That night, as I was brushing my teeth, Bulldozery appeared at the door, and asked me, "mom, can I live in this house with all my friends?" When I said yes, he cheered all the way down the hall to bed.

Some other John tidbits:

John: Dad is so strong! He can move mountains!
Mom: One day, you'll be big enough to move mountains, too.
John: yeah, but I'll need a beard first


John, whispering before bed: Goodnight Mom. Goodnight Blankie Pink. Goodnight everyone in the whole world.

During a game of I spy:
Dad: I spy, with my little eye, something that is black
John, with eyes closed: Is it my blinks? (As in, the inside of his eyelids)