baby 4 update

sorry for the delayed posting. things have been a bit difficult here - everyone was sick for all of October, then H1N1 hit, and then Mike got transferred to Kelowna. It has been a bit tiring, to say the least!

So I had an OB appt today. I had to miss last month because I was in the hospital with Dave, and sick myself, and she didnèt have another spot for another four weeks.

It all went fine. She said all my test results to date look perfect. They did find some sort of a white spot on the babyès brain in the ultrasound. I forget the name. But she said itès nothng -a good percentage of babies have it, and it normally clears up by week 30. They donèt even do a follow-up, itès such a nothing. The only time they follow up is if there are other visible defects, esp in the heart, which isnèt the case.

I am measuring three weeks ahead. I got that with Dave too. It could just be so many babies passing through in there. could be a problem. It will be monitored. itès likely nothing.

I brought up my fatigue issues. She said itès still too early for anemia to be a factor, and my last iron test was good. She said, watching John spin in circles and Dave tear apart the cupboards in her office, ÈItès probably more due to your, umm...lifestyle... at the moment.È

Sheès probably right.

Iève been having nosebleeds, too. She confirmed itès nothing - high levels of estrogen, she said. Totally normal.

Iève been feeling lots of squirming! Every day now, I feel it at least once, which is nice. Hopefully, it wonèt be as squirmy as Dave! He used to wake me up at night with all his craziness - and heès still a very busy little guy! My appetite has picked up too. Joan has been marvelling at the sound of my rumbly tummy. It makes her giggle! Iève had to add a couple meals each day to keep it at bay. John is cute - he keeps bringng me things to eat, to see if the baby likes it. itès usually a share of his cookie, or oranges, or other sweet things, because I told him the baby moves more after I eat sweet stuff. So really, everything seems to be going smoothly! So far, so good.

The other kids are doing well. Theyève all managed to stay healthy these last few weeks, though i noticed Joanès nose dripping today. hopefully a good nightès sleep and a couple days off will clear it up. She was sent home early today, because of a big storm that blew through. They put them all on the bus, and brought them home at noon, without calling first. Of course, i was in the north end of the city, at my doc appt. So, they called Mike - who is in Kelowna right now, so not only didnèt know it ws storming, but couldnèt do anything anyway. They had to take her back to school and wait for me - luckily I made it back in time before the schoolès early closing time. She started crying when she saw me. She was the last kid in the ISMD classroom, and apparently had just had a marvelous afternoon, with lots of time in the multi-sensory room, and loads of attention from her therapists, and was NOT pleased to see me come through the door to bust up her fun!

Johnès doing just great. We just jad a parent teacher conference. At ths school, they ask that you bring your kids with you, which at first seemed a little odd. But it actually worked out well - he got to show me his school work, and he got to have input on the discussion. She says heès doing well with the french, and school in general. his tantrums during upsetting situations are becomming more and more rare as he grows and matures. She says heès very meticulous with his schoolwork, and puts a lot of care into the things he does. We got a stack of his work to take home - lots of tracing, mazes, shapes, colours and number type games. I had flashbacks of kindergarten looking at it all. I think we did the exact same worksheets, only in english. He did really well, but messed up a few of the patterns. He had talked about his patterns at home - he told me that some of them were really tricky. But heès doing great.

Dave is my little wildman. Heès been walking well for a while now- a couple months, I guess. And he just loooooves to run! He and I do groceries together while the others are in school, and at the checkout, he just canèt seem to resist all that open space at the front of the store, and always squirms and wriggles with all his might so Ièll let him down. Iève learned to fight him with all MY might - one time I put him down thinking heèd just cling to my leg or putter close by. Nope. He was off in a flash, bolting for the other end of the store, giggling all the way! At Johnès interview, I let him walk in the school. he generally follows the herd. But when we turned the corner, and saw that long, long hallway. Oh boy! He made a run for it, and poked his head in the next classroom, which was full of kids. And when he saw I was on his tail, he shrieked with laughter, and scurried the other way as fast as his little legs would go! Luckily, mine are still longer, so I won. But he sure is a speedy little guy! Now that theyère all walking, Ièm going to try to find them all a gym program. They had one at the Y where we used to live - theyèd fill the big gym with balls and slides and all sorts of fun stuff, and let the kids go hog wild. I think theyèd all get something out of that now, itès just a matter of finding something like it close by - itès a good way to let them burn off excess energy in the winter, rather than bouncing off my walls. The last time I took the kids, Dave didnèt exist, and Joan was still bum-scooting, so itès been a while!

Dave is doing well since getting sick with swine flu. For those who donèt know, he got seisures from it, and had to go to the hospital, because we found him lying on the floor unrespensive, pale and barely breathing. Hopefully, that will be my first and last ambulance ride. He was in hospital for five days, undergoing a battery of tests, and being treated for...everything from infection to meningitis. In the end, the only positive results were swine flu and an ear infection, which may or may not have passed into the bone behind his ear - depending on which radiologist was asked. His seizures were very scary - they had a hard time getting them to stop. They had to use three kinds of medicine, and very large doses to finally stop them. And then, he slept...and slept...and slept. And when he woke up, the medicine had eliminated his sense of balance. He couldnèt walk for three days, which he found incredibly frustrating. When he first woke up, he couldnèt even hold his head steady. We had to prop him up, and he was a wobble-head doll for the first couple days. The pediatricians were really concerned about brain damage, but the neurologist assured me that it was just the side-effect of so much medicine. He told me to look for personality changes, or physical regression, but we donèt see that. Heès still the same little guy he was before, and heès progressing well physically - he still hasnèt chosen a dominant hand , heès walking on uneven surfaces now, and heès much faster, and trips much less! There will be follow-up appts and tests, to make sure it was just a flu and fever induced seisure. The feel thereès a chance it could happen again with his next flu, so they have him on clobozam, an anti-seizure medicine, for a few months, just to play it safe.

well, itès getting late here - about 2 a.m. (Hmmm...these late nights might have something to do with my fatigue..) so I had better head to bed! The kids will be up soon, wanting to shovel and build snowmen. Ugh.

Happy Birthday Dave!!!

Happy first Birthday to Dave! Well, it was yesterday. But still. This picture was taken on the beach at Ghost Lake while we were in Dryden - about an hour before heading to the fair. His party has yet to take place. With permission from John, who was burned by the splitting of dates on his 5th..or was it his 6th, or maybe 55th, depending when you talked to him...it's being delayed until my parents return from their vacation in BC, sometime in the next few days.

Dave did something really sweet the other day. Mike had a hockey game, so he was catching a nap on the couch before heading out. The kids were horsing around, but Dave went up to his dad, and made little questioning tones to get his attention. After a minute, he seemed to figure out that he was asleep. So he left, found his favourite stuffed animal, and nestled it into mike's arm. I wish I had a picture, it was so cute. I also wish I had a picture of Mike's reaction to waking up snuggling a little stuffed dog!

a day at the fair - part one

Joan, beaming from the roller coaster at thefall fair! John wasright beside her. It was tons of fun, until she dinged her head on the bar during a ride that evening. Somehow not to fun after that.

This was taken the thursday night, and was coooold and raining the entire time. But we went, thinking it would rain all the days it was on. Thankfully, the next day was beautiful, so we went back and had a ton of fun. But isn't she so cute in her raincoat!? It was a gift from my parents, from thier shop. I can't wait for it to rain, so she can wear it to school. It's like it was designed just for her.

Mike had a lot of fun showing John the big kid rides he was old enough to ride - as long as an adult rode with him!

The Octopus was actually John's favourite ride!

a day at the fair...

John, Mike and Uncle Adrian shiver in line at the bumper cars. This ride definitely stuck out in John's memory. He rode with dad, and thought it was lots of fun to smash uncle Adrian.

John, Joan and Mike prepare for a whirl in a giant strawberry. the kids are at that magic size where they can go on lots of rides...but only if an adult comes on too. Mike had a blast going on all the rides with John - he even convinced him to go one one that twirls upside down!

John teaching his sister the ropes on the boat ride. Joan LOVED the rides - this was her first year being big enough to get on them! Her favourite was the merry-go-round. It was funny to see her huge smile, only to see it melt away as the ride came to an end. I lost count of how many times she went on.

My mom and dad, with David, and Joan, waiting to see John, Mike and Adrian on the bumper cars. The lines were long by that point, so we had actually taken the little two around to see the animals. Joan of course loved the horses. But I'll never forget her reaction to seeing the little ponies! She let out a gasp, and tore across the barn! Dave didn't come out with quite the same love in his heart for barnyard life. The pigs were in pens that had a circle cut out of the wood, at just about the right height for Dave to stand and look through, and see them close up. Unfortunately, it was also snout level. So Dave put his face up to peer at the pig, and out pops this ginormous twitching, grunting snout, snorting right into his face! I have never heard such blood-curdling screams from that poor kid! We hurried our way outta there, boy! After we got out of the barn, we stopped to watch some people riding their horses. Joan just loved that. Not sure my dad did - she was riding his shoulders at the time, and she started bopping up and down, pretending he was a horse!

I have a few minutes to kill, while I wait for Mike to be ready for timesheets, so thought I'd pop in and start posting some of the Dryden pictures - with more to come. I'll sort out the album and post it online as well, so you can see all the pics. Better late than never, I guess! It's been a whirlwind fall, but things are settling into a bit of a rhythm. I feel like I can breathe - and post - again.

Mike's reading up on converting his van Ruby to a diesel. We'll see if it even comes back from the shop. It's been there since we got home. Even the guru himself can't figure out why it's pumping out black smoke. He says he's just about out of ideas. But he doesn't want to see our van die, so the next step is to replace the fuel injector, which is causing all the problems with...a carburetor. Apparently, he did it on one of his own vans, and it did the trick. He's really a great mechanic. He's been tinkering with it for weeks now, but told Mike he wasn't charging him for very much of the work, because he loves our van, and just wants to see it back on the road. (that and he hasn't FIXED anything.) Anyhoo..

The kids are doing pretty well. Joan is in her first week of morning preschool. The administrators decided it would be best for her to endure one upheaval at a time, so they decided to move her as soon as they could, to get used to the new kids and the new morning routine. It has been a bit rough. She was a little spooked out by the whole thing on day 1. Mike stayed home with the sleeping boys, while I took Joan to school to settle her in. That alone threw her off. "Yaya seep?" (John's asleep), "Beebee seep?" (Baby asleep?) She seemed ok on the drive, and went for her class - but then stopped dead in her tracks when she discovered her room full of strangers! She spent a good 5 minutes just...staring. The teachers were great - they all made a point of coming to see her, to show her that they were all still there. Then her favourite teacher introduced her to a couple of girls, and another teacher lured her over to the art centre, which is her most favourite, to help her settle in. Today was day 3, and the fatigue was starting to show. In the lobby at pick-up time, she laid down on the floor and made pretend snoring noises. She thinks that's really funny, but she only does it when she's actually tired. I've also seen a lot more bum-scooting lately, which is also typically a sign that she's beat. We're trying to get her to bed earlier, but I think she needs to go earlier still - especially when she starts the full-day program in a few weeks.

I don't know if I've done a very good job in describing exactly what renfrew is, or how the programs in it work. I call it preschool, but that's not really accurate. The preschool program is called the PUF program - Program Unit Funding. It is funded by Alberta Learning, which is their ministry of education. But it's group therapy. the "teachers" are actually therapy aides, who are there to enact the prescribed goals of the resident OTs PTs and speech therapists. Everything in their day is geared to fulfill these goals. snack time isn't just about eating - it's a fine-motor activity, which they tweak to require two hands for Joan. Follow the leader isn't just about following rules, it's a gross-motor activity, usually involving an obstacle course of overs and unders and big steps and unusual textures. They play all the usual games just...tweaked, so that therapy is worked into the play. Now, the therapy program she's starting in October is a whole other ball of wax. It's sort of like 2.5 hours of gym class. It's Integrated Services for children with Motor Delays - ISMD. It's funded by the government through an agency called Services for families of children with Disabilities - FSCD. Part of what they are willing to fund is a personal aide, who comes to your home for 10 hours per week, for intense therapy. This program provides that, but in a social, school setting, which allows for group games and activities. It's often referred to as the Cerebral Palsy program. They all have it, to varying degrees. Typically, the kids who they think will see the greatest benefit, get access to it first. But everyone there has a completely unique set of goals. For some, it may just be to walk independently. Others, it may be to be able to feed themselves. Others are there to work on balance issues - they're running all the time, but fall constantly. All are there to build strength and flexibility. Both of these programs run 5 days a week. She'll have an hour and a half lunch in between, when she can relax, have a nap, read books, have some general down time. We've applied to have her bussed while she's in the program - they do door-to-door delivery, but it can't start until she's right in both programs - likely after thanksgiving. It sounds so harsh, but they've all assured us it's a great program, and we'll see results very quickly, and they take everything one day at a time, and she'll be fine.

As for John, he's doing...ok. We had our first parent teacher interview last week, and it went well. She says he's doing great, is listening well and following directions. But this week, things have gone a bit sour. Something happened today that he's really mad about. Something like he was at the magnetix centre, and a bunch of other boys came up too, and they were all talking loud, and the teacher thought he was the only one being loud, so she refused to give him a checkmark. But he maintains his innocence - he said he was being quiet, and the other boys were yelling. I'm going to ask about it tomorrow, just to get her side of what happened. It's hard to give him advice when things don't quite add up. And yesterday, something happened at snack - the floor was left messy - but that resulted in everybody losing a checkmark, which really upset him. But generally, he seems to be enjoying it still. He likes gym time, and music class - he got to play a drum! She said he's very supportive of his classmates - he cheers them on when they have to get up to speak in front of the class "great job, so and so!" That sounds like him. But I find with him, a little discipline goes a long way. I have a feeling he's blowing some relatively minor incidences out of proportion, and taking the refusal of checkmarks too personally.

Dave's doing awesome, too. He's so funny to watch. He picks up on everything. He's started to play with cars now, and he'll drive them along the floor, making the appropriate engine sounds. He takes probably a little too much delight in annoying his big sister. He really knows how to push her buttons, whether it's cuddling with her favourite toy, or taking something he knows she likes and crawling away really fast, with her running behind. It's really funny to watch him at work. I think them being away for those two weeks helped him - he's a lot feistier now, and will stick up for himself. Before he would just let them all take his toys, and do nothing but look sad and miserable. Now, he fights back, either verbally, or by chasing them down!

He's started walking! He can get about halfway across a room now, before falling. He still prefers to crawl, though - much faster. But he practices his walking more and more every day. Won't be long now before I have three walkers!

Oh - John started Beavers this week. That was really fun! We headed out to the Scout store first thing after dropping off Joan, to pick up his uniform, and that night, off he went. They just read stories and talked, which he found a little boring. But he did well - he did everything the leader told him to do, when he was told to do it. He was a great little Beaver! Sadly, our troupe doesn't have enough leaders to maintain it yet. But lots of parents took home the volunteer info, with the intention of joining as leaders, so hopefully, it will continue. Mike would be an awesome beaver leader, but he's not ready to sign up. His work is generally demanding, and he doesn't want to commit to something he can't completely commit to. But I'm sure it will work out fine. John would be devastated if he couldn't go.

One question - Joan has started calling John "Yaya". She came back from Dryden doing it, and no-one knows where it came from. It's starting to stick - now John even calls himself Yaya at home! Does anyone know why or when she started doing this?

Can't think of anything else. Things have generally been chugging along. I've been tired, with this new schedule and everything else and have tried to take it as easy as possible. Mike lets me catch naps where I can and stuff like that. But we're really all doing just great. I'll post up more pictures soon!

Joan's in!

We just finished round one of a great visit with my parents - they're coming back though in a couple weeks on their way home.

While they were here, we got word that Joan is officially IN the intensive therapy program at school! They switched her to a morning preschool class, so she's going to have to start over with all new kids. But they managed to keep her with the same teaching team, which I really appreciate. I like her teachers a lot - one in particular is very good with Joan, though they're all great, so I'm glad they did their best to create as little disruption as possible for her.

So she starts Monday in morning preschool. Should make life a little interesting, because the therapy program won't kick in for a few more weeks, while the funding gets lined up, and John is still of course in pm kindergarten. I think in many ways it will be better, because I can do more with 2 than three, and there are things I need to do with each older child, like clothes shopping, that would be easier with just Dave and the kid in question. So, it makes things a bit more complicated, but there's some good to it.

As for the funding, I can't get her assessed by the gov't worker until Oct 6, and the funding won't be released without it, obviously. But the school assured me they're willing to wait until everything is sorted out - the spot is Joan's.

She was put on a "waiting list" during the summer. It was already a long list, but I had been told by one administrator that they just call them waiting lists - they don't do ANTHING first come, first served. The kids who need it most, get it first. So I guess they looked at Joan's assessments, and moved her to the top of the priority list, because they said they started the year with one open spot, and it went to her.

Anyway, we're pretty excited. Not sure how she's going to fare in full-day school at the tender age of two. But she loves school, and that will help. We'll just have to be prepared not to see ehr during the week, because she'll need to get to bed so early.

Anyway, better go!

school updates...

John had his first Terry Fox run today, and in true John fashion, was quite moved by it. He got to go to a big assembly with the whole school and watch a film, followed by the run itself. When I went to pick him up, he excitedly announced that his school had raised $2500, and that he ran really fast. But he was so excited, by the time we arrived at home, the school had raised a whopping $30 million, and had found the cure to cancer! Hmmm. What other Walchuk male does that remind you of...

Joan also had a momentus day - she finally started speaking in class. They hadn't told me she had been completely mute until that point. Apparently, she smiles a lot, but says nothing. But today, she really opened up to her teacher by naming all of her body parts.

When we got home, we got some more exciting news - they have an opening in the intensive therapy program at Renfrew, and they'd like to give Joan the spot! It means a half day of therapy, followed by a half day of preschool. It's a lot for a little kid. But they're apparently sensitive to the fatigue until they adjust. The problem is, it's an afternoon opening, which is when she's in preschool, so it may not be able to happen. But the administrators will be meeting on Tuesday to see what they can work out for her. they may need to move her to a new class, or see if another family is willing to shift thier schedule. There's a funding issue as well - it's funded differently from school, and we're not completely through the intake process for the organization that pays the bill. But they figured it could all get worked out somehow. So please keep all your fingers crossed. It means a lot of work for Joan, but it's a great opportunity to help her reach her potential.

school daze

Both kids, ready for a fun afternoon at school in their awesome backpacks from Boffo Home and Cottage in beautiful Dryden ON.

I don't think I've felt more like a "mom" than I have this week, with two kids in school. Well, ok, one's in preschool. But it feels the same. The honeymoon is still in full swing for both of them, but so far, it looks like it could be a great year.

Joan is in Renfrew - an awesome little special needs preschool - she's been discharged from the hospital's infant program, so this is the next phase of her therapy. They mix preschool with therapy in a kindergarten-like setting. It reminds me a lot of John's Best Start program, where he went when he was 3. Very loosey-goosey, rule-wise. They have stations, but are allowed to move around them freely. The only formal thing is a circle time. But the rest of the day is spent in free play. After they get settled in, and the therapists get to know the kids, they'll be directed a little more into more therapeutic type of play, using the things they like to encourage development. But for now, they're just spending some quality bonding time.

I was really concerned about her starting school. But after seeing her at her staggered entry, I knew I'd have nothing to worry about. She's very shy, but when I went to pick her up, she was leading her teacher by hand to a bench. They sat down together, and Joan shimmied over to her, until they were cuddling. Then Joan took her by the hand,and they just sat cuddling, holding hands for a while, with Joan giggling away. She likes the baby station best apparently - she likes pushing the dolls around in strollers. And apparently, she loves the playground - it's a great design, with disabled kids in mind. The one at John's school is completely inaccessible to her - she has to climb a ladder or worse to get to a slide. Not even a set of steps! Joan's is filled with ramps and tunnels and stairs - she would be able to get everywhere on it, with effort.

I know they're working her hard, because she's completely fried when she comes home. She generally curls into a ball and screams for an hour or so. I'm assured this will pass as she gets used to it. I think the teacher is worried I think she's not liking it, because so far, she hasn't even made it out of the building before melting down. "She really had a wonderful time, I promise," she said emphatically on Friday. I assured her that I can tell she is from how excited she it to get there.

She was actually mad at me for the first couple days of the week - her school didn't start until Wednesday. But John started Monday, and I had to take all three right into the classroom to fill out paperwork, because he had missed his staggered entry. We walked in on a room filled with kids reading books on a carpet. John was instructed to find himself a book and join them. Joan was all set to get herself a book and join right in! She was not a happy camper when it was time for us to go - without John. It began a two-day funk. When her day finally came, she was so excited. She knew exactly what was happening, because I was packing her pink backpack. I said "ok Joan, let's get you to your school!" and she threw her arms up in the air and said "Woohoo!" She says that every day as we leave for her school now. This weekend, I've had to hide their backpacks, because she was following me around with it, chanting "School? School? School? School?..." So nothing to worry about there. And Tuesday is music therapy day, which I know she's going to love!

Then there's John. John, who we put in French Immersion, firmly against his will. We've been arguing with him about it all summer long. If we said the word French, whether it had to do with school or not, he would fly into a tantrum. He said he hated french, he just wants to speak English, that french was bad, that he wouldn't do it. He would refuse to speak in class, and just play with toys all day.

So, we get him there...and he LOVES it! He comes home every day all excited about the new words he's learned. He learned rouge, and goes around the house pointing out everything rouge he sees. He thinks his teacher is fun, and pretty. She's very young and energetic. Now, whenever he sees a brunette with long hair, he says she looks like his teacher. It seems to be just the challenge he needed to keep him focused. His preschool used the K curriculum, so now, they're starting with the same unit pre-K started with - I Am Unique. We think he would have been bored if we'd gone with English school, and he may have been up to his usual antics. So far, he seems to be listening and connected. One day, leaving school, he actually thanked me for putting him into french school! He seems to be really proud of it - he tells strangers in the street that he does french school, and will teach them a few words if they seem suitably impressed. I know he was nervous about not being able to handle it, so I think he's really proud of himself that he's able to keep up. It's mostly in english for now, but every day, they learn more words and phrases. It really moves quite quickly. The teacher uses quite a bit of conversational french with them, that they're just expected to pick up naturally. Then they learn vocabulary on a more formal basis, from a puppet named Sluggy. Once sluggy teaches them the french, though, the english equivalent "goes on vacation" and can't be used in the classroom again. So far, he can say hello, goodbye, pencil, September, yellow, red and backpack, and can tell you if the weather is either hot or nice. We were sent home an assignment to help them do about their likes and dislikes, all in english. But the note to us was that they will be repeating the exercise completely in french at the end of the year. I think that's pretty impressive.

We've also got him into scouts. That was a whole other battle. Ugh. The registration night was this week, and we wanted him to actually be there for it. So he and I went down after dinner. But up until we left, he was determined to stand at the door, yell "hate it hate it hate it!" and run home. Mike won him over by reminding him that he could earn badges. he has a check mark rewards system in school - they get a check mark for doing nice things to help classmates or working extra hard on projects. He responds really well to the system - it's always his goal to get a check mark that day, and only missed one day. So we compared badges to getting check marks in school, and he was all over it. Then once we got there, he met some other boys being registered, and he was completely sold. I'm surprised so few people brought their kids, but he was able to have an entertaining conversation with a Cub about what Beavers was like for him, and he assured John that it's lots of fun. But he warned him that the badges aren't very easy to get. We may have simplified the badge earning process slightly, to get him interested. "If I'm nice to a plant and give it water, or if I do something nice for someone else, I'll get a badge!" John tells the Cub. "Well, good luck with that," he replied. "It wasn't like that when I was there. The requirements were pretty insane." But John was not put off. In fact he was so excited, he insisted on registering himself, and made me give him all his forms and cheques so he could deal with the volunteers directly.

So it's been a busy week, all around. Even Dave had a little excitement. I took him in for a check-up on Wednesday, and brought up his habit of attacking his food like some starving, rabid dog. He eats like a horse, but never gets fat. He Doc laughed at me, and said that's a good thing. So he weighed and measured him, and sure enough, he's a great size. He's above the 98th percentile for the weight to height ratio. He's 30 inches and 21 pounds, which are both perfectly fine. He said third kids are often like that, because they have to keep up with the pack. They tend to be stronger, more advanced and more active than what their older siblings were at that age, and as a result, they often have much faster metabolisms, because they burn through calories like crazy. So he said we're doing great - just keep stuffing him up, as much as he'll eat. He said he looks beautiful and very healthy, and can't see anything to suggest anything is going wrong. He's always been very active. He's been climbing the stairs for months. And even with baby gateswe have to watch him - if he's in bare or socked feet, he can climb right over the gate! It's a game to him - he likes me to find him climbing, then have me chase him up. He's so close to walking. He can take a couple steps, but only if he has something to fall into. But it won't be long. Some scary days await.

Anyway, better go! it's getting late. Well, it's 10, but I'm beat, so it feels really late.

my birthday!

I usually like to ignore my birthdays, now that I'm quickly approaching middle age. But this one was really pretty funny, so I'm going to share.

Mike and I aren't big on birthdays, but John is. So Mike took him to the store to pick out gifts and a cake. He picked out a bouquet of sunflowers, which he's been marvelling over for weeks. I got a card, signed Mom + John. And then I got...a dinosoar cake. It's complete with two toy dinosoars, and an icing volcano, spewing red gel icing. How many 33-year-olds can boast a cake anywhere NEAR as awesome as that!? To top it off, he got a bulk bag of "giant candy sprinkles" - otherwise known as Mike and Ikes - something like jelly beans. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

My favourite part of the evening was watching each kid pretend to feed cake to their respective toy dinosoar. That and John dipping his finger in the volcano to show me it was safe to eat - "Look, Mom. It's not hot!"

visit from great grandma!

John taking his new bike for its first spin, with Great-Granda - it was her birthday present to him.

Off for a ride - they went out every day on the bike, learning the rules of the road.

Dave's first feel of sand. He looooved the beach! He was crawling all over, exploring away.

Helping John get suited up tot he water. He's still nervous in the water, so he swims with his life jacket on.

An awesome visit all around! The kids had a blast, and John really missed the daily bike rides with grandma after she left. She brought her poodle Mac, who was a huge hit with the kids. On her first day here,s he tookt eh kids out to walk him. John was so excited, because he got to hold the leash! "I've never walked a dog before!" he said in amazed wonderment. Having another adult around made things lots of fun for me, too. I was able to go do some shopping. We all took the kids to get new sandals. The kids picked their own - Joan of course picked out a pretty pink pair, which she refused to take off at bed time. She wound up sleeping in them. She even passed on a bath, because she didn't want to take them off for even a second.

I'm sure Mac - AKA Puppy - is happy to be far from all the groping hands around here. But the kids had a blast, and both are welcome back anytime!!!

a couple more random pics...

This is what I get when I let Joan eat chocolate pudding unattended.

Have I mentioned how happy David is now that his siblings are out of the picture? We thought he might feel sad and lonely. Nope. He smiles all the time, and giggles. He can play with toys without having them snatched from him. He can go about his day without getting smacked or sat on..or smeared with chocolate pudding. He is one happy camper.

Ah, the sad saga of John's very special glow-in-the-dark silly putty. It was a special grocery trip when he bought this - it was just him and me, together. No dad, no other kids. It was a happy evening for two, and he saw this stuff and just had to have it. So I said yes. He brought it home all excited to see it glow, only to discover it had to be charged. So what does he do? He puts in on a lit lightbulb, when no-one is looking. I was making dinner when I heard his horrified screams. Then I came in to see black smoke billowing from the lamp. We managed to get the lamp off and unplugged. Mike unscrewed the bulb, as John whimpered that he'd just wanted to make it charge faster. It was actually fine in the end - a little singed, but it still glowed. Unfortunately, it still met a sad end, because he had taken this glob of goo to bed with him. He awoke to silly putty ground in...everywhere. It was coating both cheeks, all through his hair, all over his PJ's. It was EVERYWHERE! We managed to get most of it out of his hair - I think when he left for Dryden there was still a tiny glob stuck right on top. The PJs were ruined. But he managed to peel enough off his face to make a tiny ball, which he made into a miniscule, glow-in-the-dark snail.

birthday pics!

the Wall-E cake! He was "soooo exciteded!"

A cement mixer transformer!

Busy unwrapping

more birthday pics!

Waiting for supper

having fun with a noisemaker - that made no noise. But he didn't seem to care.

What kid doesn't like hot dogs on his birthday.

I'm still working on the videos. They're hard to download from this camera. I don't know why. But now I have all this time! So stay tuned! We weren't going to do videos - Mike had requested not. But I couldn't resist, and they're really great. He did a thank-you message for each of his gifts. He really liked that part of his birthday - he asked for me to start filming at the end of each gift opening.

It was a fun birthday. Mike's grandma was there - we held off a couple days so she could. Vicki and Billy couldn't make it in the end, but he understood. They spoke on the phone, and he was alright with that. He was even OK with having it at home, even though he had really wanted a picnic on the beach. The only mistake we made was telling him that his party was going to be on a separate day from his party. BIG mistake. Sometimes, we assume he's so bright, he'll just get it. But he's still just a little guy, and sometimes things just don't make any sense to him. This was one of those times. We had told him on the Wednesday, that that was in factg his actual birthday, but we were going to celebrate the party on Sunday. He was ok with that, until the sun started going down. He had a royal freak-out, because he thought everyone had forgotten his party. So, we decided at the 11th hour to have...two parties. We told him he'd get two because he was so special - one for us, and one for everyone. So, we got hotdogs and all the stuff to make sundaes. We let him make his own sundae. Everything was great. That night, because his carpet was wet from steam-cleaning anyway, we moved his and Joan's beds down to the livingroom, and they were both allowed to stay up "all night" and watch TV. They had a blast. Joan didn't last long, but John, we figure, from what he claimed to have seen, was up to about 4:30 a.m. It made the next day a bit interesting, but he was happy. All was well, until the day of the party. Everything was great - we did cake, presents. He had fun. Then, he had a little time to digest it all...and he figured out that he must in fact be 6, because he had just had another birthday. No amount of rationalizing would convince him otherwise. He had two birthdays, therfore, he was 6. After much argueing, he was starting to get very tired, very mad and VERY confused. "I'm six!" he yells. "You're not six, John. We have TWO FIFTH BIRTHDAYS," says Mike, getting irritated. "Dad!" he says, voice quivering with half rage, half horror, "why did you make me two fives!" "I didn't make you two fives," said Mike. "You're not 55." Well, that was the end of all reason. From that point, John turned into a raving lunatic, because now he was convinced he was 55. Sigh.

It took me a long time to help him unwind from his moch midlife crisis. He finally fell asleep, which is really what he needed. The next day, he made me promise never to split his party from his birthday ever again. I think it will happen again - now we know not to actually TELL him about it.

We're both missing the kids - they're visiting grandparents now. Things are so quiet without them. We find Dave is a lot more needy now, without them to entertain him. But this is good for him - he's getting a little taste of single childhood, so he's getting showered with lots of attention, and is loving every second of that. I hope the others are having fun too. But we do miss them a lot. I'm not too blue to enjoy it, but I am looking forward to getting them back.

A little annoying news - we're completely carless. Grrrr. The van's clutch gave out one night on the way home from dropping Vicki off. It was still drivable, but hard to change gears, and probably doing damage to the transmission in the process. So off it went to the Vanagon Guru. We should have it back on Wednesday, if all goes well. So we've been booting around in the little car. In fact, we had to take the kids out to Sask in it. It was a tight squeeze, but it was better than the rediculous cost of renting a van. I had visions of it falling apart in the driveway as soon as we got it home, and it was almost like that. It made it home alright, but on the way home from getting groceries the very next day, it all started going wierd. The airbag light started flashing, the dash lights went all dim, the radio stopped working, the windows wouldn't work...and then it stalled. That could have just been me freaking out - it's hard to drive a standard if you're tense. But after the stall, it wouldn't start again. I was just heading into a busy intersection when I died, and I was alone with David. When I got out, a family driving by offered me their phone. Luckily, Mike was off work, so he came out in his work van to help me out. On his way to me, he saw a tow truck, and flagged him down. The tow truck driver was really nice. He said it was our alternator, so he hooked up his little booster pack, and followed us home. He had just gone off shift, and was on his way in to finish paperwork when Mike flagged him, so, seeing is it was easy - just a booster pack and a couple blocks of driving - he didn't charge us! But he made us promise to get CAA for our car. We have it on the van, but it makes sense to get it on both. I don't know why we didn't. It's not expensive, and pays for itself with just one call a year. Anyway, it's going in on Wednesday, for what looks like it's THIRD alternator. Or is it the fourth. Apparently a weak point in Nissans. So now we'll have two big car repair bills in a week, followed by a trip to Dryden. Ugh. Good thing Mike's been working extra hard lately!

Anyway, better go. I'll keep working on those videos - they're really cute.

a few random photos...

It's been a while since I've posted, bu I'm getting ready for our trip tomorrow, so don't really have time today either. So I'm just throwing up a couple random photos of the kids, for your amusement. Our computer has died, and the new one has Vista and is confusing, so our picture supply is in fractures all over the place. But I do have birthday photos ans videos and Greart Grandma visit photos and dinosoar park pictures, so I'll get them sorted and posted when we get back from dropping the kids off in Saskatchewan.

Mike took this one of Joan, lounging on the couch. She saw her neurologist yesterday, by the way. He's really impressed with her progress, but wants to do an EEG, to see if there's any electrical activity around the area of the stroke. If not, that's great - he says that area is very valuable, because it can be tought to take on the roles of the missing chunks. If there is activity, it can interfere with her development. If it gets bad, it can trigger seizures. He said usually, it's all quiet, but if she has some activity there, they'll just giver her a prescription to quiet it down, so that area can be better utilized.

John, sharing a cuddle with Dave. Their favourite game together is when John picks Dave up from under his arms, and "walks" him around the room. Dave loves it!

John, sharing a cuddle with Joan. He found her napping on the couch, and decided to snuggle in.

Dave at the beach! He loves the sand. So yummy!

Sorry so few today. But i will get more up there soon. In a few days I'll be down to one kid, and won't know what to do with myself - may as well get the blog updated! Just a few tidbits for the grandparents, who will be taking the kids for a couple weeks - if you give John green beans, he will split open the pods, and eat only the beans. Just to warn you, so you're not surprised. Also, he's in a big Wall-E phase, so if you don't want your newspaper crumpled into a little ball, you have to tell him so. Joan likes to help unload the dishwasher - it's her favourite job - she'll hand the dishes to you to be put away. So just be mindful of knives and such - I usually whip them out before she has a chance to get there. John also likes to help tidy up, but be forwarned, his idea of dusting is to twirl in the middle of the floor, to scare all the dust and germs to the next room. Not terribly effective, but it's nice that he wants to help. Anyway, better go!

just a quick note to let you see-our old house in Hamilton is back up for sale!!!!
the MLS number is:
H3017492

check it out - it's really stunning! Looks like he did everything he should have - including move the kitchen into the den. Not sure if he's going to make any money on it, but we're really glad we sold it to the right guy. That's EXACTLY what we wanted for that poor old place.

Lots to update, but no time today. I have pictures of John's graduation! It was bittersweet. We had explained who whole end of year thing to him, but when he asked why mrs engelman gave him all these presents (a memory book, with pictures from the year, and a story book) I made the mistake of reminding him that he was finished at pre-k, and will be starting in a new school in fall. I thought that was understood, but he spent a good chunk of the night sobbing, and has slept in our bed every night since. Mike thinks I was a big jerk for telling him, but I really thought he already understood!

All the kids have been sick - likely with swine flu. It matches all the symptoms, but they're almost over it - John is fine now. We got a note that it was confirmed in John's school, and he was the first to get it. We called public health, and they said just to treat it like a normal flu - lots of fluids, yadda yadda. Only bring them in if they have breathing problems - that's when they test to confirm. Dave had a bit of croup with it, but she told us we did the right thing - as soon as it started, I sat with him in the bathroom with the shower on hot until it settled down. They're all on the mend - it was pretty mild, whatever it was. Mike and I got a touch of it, too, but shook it off pretty easily.

I took John to register at his new school, in an effort to cheer him up. We chose french immersion after all. He likes the school, and I let him play on the playground for a while. There was another little boy out there, but he was heading into grade 1. I think it will all be fine. There's a city park program starting shortly in our area. We did it last year - they play games and make crafts. John really enjoyed it last time, and it'll give him a chance to play with kids his own age. A lot of the parents at John's school swapped numbers at the end of the year, but they all knew we moved to the south, which is too far to drive for a playdate. But I'm sure between the summer programs, school and beavers, he'll have a group of local kids to play with soon.

anyway, I have way too much work to do! I'll update for real soon. But anyone who saw or lived in our old house, look it up on mls.ca - you'll be shocked!

banff trip

Dad and Joan at Peyto Lake

Joan, overlooking Banff

Lunch in Chez Vanagon on the trip home

John, being John, while guarding food from the squirrels

Dad setting up camp and building the fire, and John, taking a picture of me, taking a picture of him.

Just can't get enough? Here's a link to the complete album. Warning - some are duds - it's all the pictures we took:

http://picasaweb.google.com/johnjoandave/BanffKeepers?authkey=Gv1sRgCPavvaX0uIDIFA&feat=directlink

So, there's our trip on pictures. We saw Peyto Lake, Mistaya Canyon, and then we went on a gondola ride. These are just the views from Mike and I. I haven't downloaded John's camera yet. I'm sure he's got some gems in there. And then there's the return trip - I was a little shakey after the gondola trip, and you have to hop out kind of fast, before it zooms up the mountain again, and I was carrying two kids out, all resulting in me forgetting my purse on the ride. So, we had to head back a couple days later to pick it up. We took Vicki and Billy that time, and went up again. We have pictures from that, too.

The kids seemed to really enjoy the trip. John had been asking to go camping for a while. He was pretending to do campouts in the living room, and was dressing up in what he thought a Scout might wear - complete with Thomas baseball cap and backpack filled with a water bottle, blankie pink, and spare batteries. (I don't think he'll ever leave home without batteries ever again. We took Vicki and Billy for a drive to the mountains a while back, and the batteries in their camera died while trying to take picture of deer. "I have batteries!" pipes in John. No-one paid him any mind, until he reached into his coat pocket, and out came a handfull of frech batteries. He was so proud to have saved the day! Turns out, he's always got little stashes of stuff with him all the time, including batteries - just in case, assorted pet rocks in case he's lonely, and little boxes of raisins, in case he gets hungry. We told him he'll be an excellent Scout, and he's adopted that into his persona. He kept saluting us during our camping trip, like he was some sort of soldier.)

It was a pretty fun trip. Very crowded with tourists - mostly from overseas. Lots of then stopped to talk and meet the kids. They loved the red hair. We had a couple from Holland in the campsite next to us. I know John has pictures of them. The man was named Jan, and didn't know too much english, but that didn't stop John, who led this poor guy all around, showing him every detail of our campsite and van.

Joan liked the hiking, but tired out quickly. She kept taking breaks, which meant laying spread eagle on the path, to the amusement of all the international tourists.

I think the only thing we'd change was the bedtime routine. We had brought glow sticks for the kids, to be like a nightlight so they wouldn't get scared, but they had never seen them before. So it was like "here's this awesome new toy, kids. Now go to sleep." Yeah. That worked out just great. The next hour were spent trying to shush sqeals of delight. John used his to make all the blankets glow. Joan used hers as a microphone, and sang into it with all her heart. In the end, they had to be confiscated.

We're thinking dinosoar provincial park next. Maybe it will be warmer at night than the mountains. I'd better get going. I've spent too much time on the computer, but I wanted to get those photos out. I'll post more soon.

videos from our camping trip...

Dave is the first to pop awake in Hotel Vanagon.

Group hug from Dad!

We took a one-night camping trip with the kids in Hotel Vanagon. We had lots of fun - we intended to take a hike, but the path was still covered in snow. So instead, we checked out Peyto Lake, a really neat canyon, and then took a gondola ride in Banff. It was a great mini-vacation. We're gong to try to get out as many of Mike's weekends as we can. With the kids both in school in September, we only have a couple months where we can do stuff together, without pulling kids from school, or booking off from work. We think next we'll head east - maybe Cyprus Hills or the Dinosoar provincial park. I'll post more pictures really soon, but for now, I have a couple videos. These are from a new camera, so hopefully, they're ok. My old one is being held together with tape, so Mike bought me a very snazzy new one. It didn't cost very much at all, but still blows away the old one.

One is of a very tame squirrel who invaded our campsite. He stole smores and cookies, and dodged our kids. The other is of Mike showing the kids how to start a fire. My favourite part is Joan trying to blow it out.

Anyway, enjoy. And enjoy John's crazy hair - it's finally getting cut tonight!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eay75EJNsvQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHj4Mhu5bcM

the dilemma....

Now that Joan has a placement, i went to look into the registration process for getting John into Kindergarten. In my hunting, i discovered that the other school in our neighbourhood - not the one I can throw a stone at, but one about a 15 minute walk away - is french immersion.

French immersion had always been our plan for John in hamilton, but here, the schools are fairly far between, so we had dropped it.

So, now, with it being so close, we have a dilemma. Do we stick with the school we live beside, and do regular afternoon kindergarten, to coincide with Joan's pre-k program. Or do we enroll John in french immersion, which is only available to local kids in the a.m., and staggar the kids' schedules?

Our day, in the first scenario would go something like: Head out for John's school after lunch, drop him off, then head to Joan's, which starts about 45 min later. I go home for a couple hours. Then, head back to John's school, let him goof around on the playground, then head to Joan's school, which gets out an hour later.

Scenario 2, has all of us heading out first thing to drop John off at school - or just letting the little ones sleep, while Mike gets ready for work. Then, we head down to pick him up. We either play on the playground for an hour or so for lunch, or head home, or run a quick errand. Then, we take Joan to school. Head home. Then, we go pick her up.

In the first scenario, we have both kids in school at the same time, albiet for a short time, because of overlapping drop off/pick-up times.

In the second, the kids are staggared - I'd always have at least two with me all day, unless Joan is accepted into the full-day gross-motor program at her school. (she's on the wait list, but they said based on her therapist's report, she's an ideal candidate, so they may bump her up.)

Either way, weekdays are shot. It'll be a lot of ferrying around. In the second scenario, it might be good to have time each day to focus on each kid - it would be good for Joan's therapy, and good to do stuff with John, and they'd still spend time together for lunch and after school. Plus, John would learn a second language. The first scenario would just encourage them all to sleep in late, and stay up late, which is no good for us. Though, the pro for the first is a glorious two hours every day with just Dave and I. Can we say...NAP.

We're pretty sure John can handle the french. here, it's 100 per cent immersion - no english is spoken in the classroom until grade 3, when it's introduced as a formal subject. It's hard to know if he'd find that frustrating, or if he'd take it in stride, because that's just the way it is, and 20 other kids are in the same boat. I think the real challenge will be on our end. Not so much in Kindergarten - I can muddle my way through O Canada in french. there's no homework. But it could get interesting in grade school. They say it teaches them to be self-disciplined and independent workers - probably because mom and dad are too confused to help. But we always figured we'd try to learn along with him, so we could help him out.

I think we're leaning towards the french, but haven't decided for certain. The schedule issues are only going to be there for a year - next year they'll likely both be in full-day programs. But then, John will have an extra year of french under his belt (Kindergarten is optional here, and french K isn't required to get into the immersion program - it's just a bonus.) Do you think it's a good idea in general? Does this scream "big mistake" to anyone out there?

awesome, awesome, AWESOME news!!!!!

We got a call this morning from Renfrew school- Joan's PUF Funding has been approved by the province, so she's officially "in" at our first choice program, in our first choice location! Woohoo!!! We're stopping in this afternoon to pick up the paperwork to make it all official. But what a load off my mind!

Constraint therapy is going well. So well, there was discussion of extending the session by another week. Part of me screamed "NOOOOOOO!!!!" when she said that. And thakfully, in the end they changed their minds. We're taking a break. It's hard on the family, and uses a lot of manpower on their end. But it does do things. It's getting her to pick up objects palms facing in, instead of with right palm turned out (try doing it yourself and see how far you get.) It's creating strength in her hand - she can actually pick up ad carry blocks in her right hand now, with lots of concentration. And it's starting to bleed into normal life The other day, she ate a cookie with two hands! And her hand was in the right C position! And last night at dinner, she asked for my knife. I put it on her tray. She then picked it up with hr right hand and rocked it back and forth over her food, pretending to cut it! She was so proud of herself! It doesn't sound like much, but Ive learned to revel in the baby steps, because that's how things progress with therapy - little bit by little bit.

for those interested, here's a link to Joan's new school, so you can check it out. There's no pictures of our location, but it's beautiful - and just a 3 minute drive away:
http://www.renfreweducation.org/

just checking in...

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Things have been a little nutty. Joan is in the middle of her first round of consraint therapy now - one week to go. It means spending every single morning at the children's hospital, which has been greulling for everyone.

Constraint therapy is when the good hand is bound up, so the affected one is forced to do...stuff. So far, it's going well. We haven't seen too much bleed over into normal life, though. She does it while she's there, but not at home. We think it's a psychological thing - she knows it's what's expected, and she has the mitt on. Here, it's just business as usual. But she actually really enjoys it, strangely. She likes the assistant doing the therapy a lot, and she has a student observing who Joan likes, too. She's such a goofball when she sees them!

Until this is over, all other therapy has been put on hold. Then after that, they've signed her up for a one-month strength and balance workshop with other kids. Her physio is excited about that - she thinks we'll see some good results from that.

They sliced her AFO ad put in a hinge, so now her ankle can bend. She was a lot more wobbly at first, but is getting stronger every day. The day we had it done, the orthotist warned me she'd be tippy - and sure enough, she went splat right on a concrete floor in the parkade. She was a little hurt, but OK. But now, she's so much more mobile! She can go so fast now, and bend in ways she never could before. It's great. Her gait is a lot more natural as well. Still limpy, but getting better every day. If only the top half was making such awesome progress.

I had a parent teacher interview for John. It was entertaining. His teacher adores him of course. She says he's very smart. I think her exact words were "he's scary smart". With him, they're working on the social end. Speaking out of turn, forgetting to use his words when he's upset. That kind of thing. The same things we see him do here. He interrupts us all the time - he just gets so excited about stuff he can't wait. And apparetly, when he's upset with a classmate, he just screams gibberish. He does that here with Joan. She doesn't have words yet, so fights between them are usually just a barbaric monosylabbic grunting and screaming match. Actually, she has one word for fights..."BAD!!!" So now it's often a back and forth that goes something like this: Joan: "Bad!" John: "I'm not bad. You're bad!" Joan: "BAD!!!" John: "YOU"RE BAD!!!!" Joan: "BAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" John: "BAAAAAAAAAD!" All together now: "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD BAAAAAAD BAD BAD BAD BAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!"

Good times.

Anyway, I'd better get moving for real. I've been up half the night courtesy of another never-ending teething session with Dave. How long can it take for a freaking tooth to pop! It feels like I've been watching those swollen bright red gums for weeks. Weeks of sleepless night. More good times.

So on the bright side, I get to see a rare sight - the sunrise. I hear it happens daily, or so the legend goes. I usually sleep through it. Mike gets up early, but only wakes me up a little bit before he heads out, because he knows I'm up in the night a lot. Today, the tables have turned! I'll be back soon - probably in a week, once this crazy schedule ends.

for your viewing pleasure...

Happy Mother's Day! To my mom in particular, but to all moms too.

In keeping with the holiday, I took some videos at John's Mother's Day concert at school on Friday. They're a bit dark and a bit wobbly, and I wished I had kept rolling between every song, because as you can see, that's when the real show was. What you miss between the videos is John running up to me, pointing to his nametag (from the hospital playroom, where he had been that morning - he always refuses to take them off for school) and announcing, so all could hear " Mom, look! It's me! your John!" and then scurrying back into position. And sadly, you missed my big welcome to the room. As soon as he saw me, he threw his arms out wide and pronounced "Surprise! Happy Mother's Day!" Afterwards, one of the moms came up to me and said "your son is such a wonderful performer!" He had actually announced a couple weeks ago "Mom, I would LOOOOOOOOVE to be an actor! I want to star in a movie!" When I asked him what kind of movie he'd like to make, he said "Watch, I'll show you" and proceeded to do a round of his wild ninja moves, followed by a stint as Wall-E. So, I guess a "Kung-fu Wall-E" kind of premise. The city offers acting classes for little kids here, but sadly, they fill up fast, and all were full when I checked. They get to dress up and put on little performances for the parents, which he would probably enjoy a lot. He tends to upstage...everybody. But he would have fun. Now I know where to find them. Hopefully this fall, I can snag him a spot.

It was a fun little party. They made us fruit salad and punch, and we got our presents. They made us handprint cards which were really cute. I also got a handmade card. Inside, he drew himself - a big smiley face. On the front he drew...Tarkus. I imagine the only people reading this who knows what that is are Bruce and Adrian. For the rest of you, Tarkus is a creature which is half tank, half armadillo, and is the subject of a 70's album by Emerson, Lake and Palmer. They wrote this horrific rock opera-esque thing about it, and in the album cover, give a pictoral life story for it, including its birth from a fiery volcano, all the battles with other half animal, half machine, freak creatures, its eventual defeat at the hands of a half monkey half scorpion thing, and its retreat into the sea, where it transforms into, naturally, Aquatarkus. Anyway, Mike has been able to dust off his old record player, and has this album. He showed it to John, and ever since, John has been obsessed. Move over Wall-E. It's pretty entertaining. The John version of Tarkus has infinite possibilities. When John helps me clean, he becomes Garbagetarkus - half tank, half armadillo, half broom and half trash compactor. He's 200 per cent of...something.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy the videos, and I'm sorry they aren't of better quality. It was tough with the little camera, in such a crowded spot, with a toddler hanging off me. But it's definitely more entertaining than stills.

here's the youtube links - in case you have trouble here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lZvk3beObw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iPbnLpIEJw