Today Bob was on standby for work, so he was picked to meet a new guy off the bus from the airport, to take him and his wife to their hotel, some 20+ miles from the base. He didn't have maintenance work, so he was home till about lunch time, when he left to meet the guy.
We ate lunch, and as I was clearing up, and Taryn was starting to make a cake for Chris and Lorella (my cousin who will be here tomorrow night), the boys started jumping around on the couch. I told them to stop, so they switched to jumping OFF the couch. There was a thud and a yell, and Riah was crouched on the floor holding his head. I started the lecture as I lifted him up onto the couch to get a good look at his injury, but when I did, he moved his hands and I saw the blood. Breathing a quick prayer, I ran to the kitchen for a bleached rag and the ice pack.
I pressed the rag (wrapped around the ice pack) against the cut on his forehead. After a minute I lifted it to see how it was, and blood was running out of a cut about 1 inch long, and not TOO deep looking. More pressure, still bleeding. So I called Taryn to hold the rag while I got the phone to call Bob. Only I couldn't find his cell phone number. I looked in a couple of places, and then remembered that it was programed into my cell phone. Only, I couldn't find it. It's still in my coat pocket from last Saturday in London, and the coat is in the back of the van, with Bob.
So I called 999 (England's version of 911) and requested an ambulance. I kept holding the rag/ice pack on Riah's head, and Taryn looked for the phone numbers. She found it, so I called Bob, too. Riah wanted Daddy to be here, not "soon," but "now." So he said he'd come home. A little bit later the ambulance showed up, finding us somewhat calmer now than we had been, and the children all very interested to see what sort of ambulance would come, and whether the people would be men or women, etc. I pulled back the rag and they saw the gash, and said it would need glue or stitches, which they couldn't give. They cleaned it and applied a bandage, wrapping Riah's head up so he looked like he'd just come home from war. One guy was calling the hospital in Newmarket to see if they were in, but no one answered. So they were suggesting the hospital in Bury St Edmunds when Bob showed up. We figured we'd better take him to the base hospital, since we know we are covered there, and it might be complicated otherwise. We called to make sure they had the proper gear to take care of it. So the guy filled out some paperwork and they went on their way.
Bob looked around and said, "Are we all going?" May as well - I needed some groceries anyway. So as we hunted socks and shoes (Ella ended up with unmatched socks, because I wasn't willing to put in the time looking for a pair) Bob called someone from work to meet his guy for him. Then the new guy called, having just arrived, and Bob explained things to him. Then we were off.
Naysha chatted with Riah on the way so that he didn't fall asleep, and then I took him in to the hospital while Bob went over to meet his guy and see that he was all right. The emergency room was empty, so as I walked up to the check-in window the nurse said "You called earlier."
I said, "My son scratched his head." They all looked up and saw the bandages wrapped around his head and said it looked serious. It was about 30 seconds and we were checked in and headed to the room. Operating room sounds too serious, but I guess that's what it is. It was big and bare and in need of paint.
The doctor and nurses were pretty rude - talking more to each other than to Riah or me, and when they did talk to Riah they were very condescending. But they got the bandage off, saying the wrapping technique was "textbook." The doctor pulled on the cut a little, to see if glue would do, or if it needed stitches. He opted for stitches. Riah cried, the cut oozed a bit. So onward! First an injection to numb the cut, then some serious scrubbing and rinsing to clean it. Bob came in about this time to let me know he was there and offer to stay with Riah (Riah wanted me). As they swabbed him he complained about the pain, so the doctor gave him another injection of numbing whatever. Riah got to thinking he'd rather have Daddy with him after all, but we were already getting started. Then they put a towel over his head, leaving only the cut exposed, and stitched him up. Just 3 stitches with thin string, and it isn't puckered or anything.
They brought me some penicillin to give him (never said why), and we were free to go. Riah wanted his bandage back on, but we made do with a band-aid.
Then we met the family in the waiting room where Bob expressed a desire for some lunch (it was about 2:30). So we ate and then went to the commissary for a few items.
Home at 5, and Riah is full speed again, with the occasional gripe about pain. Of course, if it wasn't stitches in is forehead, he'd complain about a scrape or a long toenail or something. :-)
What a day! Taryn finished the cake and we are about ready for bed now. (I've had 5 hours of sleep the last two nights.)
Looking forward to better things tomorrow.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
bread
Can I just say that I know how to cook? I *know* how to cook. I have been in the kitchen since before I can remember. One time Dad and I were home alone and decided to make sugar cookies. He could read and I couldn't yet (probably age 3), but I knew we should use baking powder instead of baking soda. He didn't think I knew what I was talking about, but the results proved me right. (yuck)
I've taken ribbons in the county fair.
I've had friends express jealousy over their husbands' eagerness to eat my cooking/baking.
I experiment and substitute. I bake and cook and stir-fry. I've made bread by hand since I was 10 at least.
So here we are. I started off this morning feeling domestic, so first thing I measured my favorite bread recipe into the breadmaker. I've made it a dozen times and it's delicious. Then I figured since I had the stuff out, I'd go ahead and mix up some dough to keep in the fridge for cinnamon rolls this weekend. I was also making a snack, getting Naysha set up to wash dishes, and watching the boys, so at first I thought it was the multi-tasking, but that is my normal MO (modus operandi). (Did I spell that right? it isn't underlined...)
I've made this recipe before, and it is always yummy. First thing, I'm supposed to mix the liquids into 1/2 the flour, salt, etc. It was so thin it was splattering everywhere, so I added more flour. Taryn wanted to help, so I let her hold the mixer for awhile. Then she said, "It's acting funny." Sure enough, the dough was climbing the beaters. So we turned it off and went to scrape down the beaters, but the stuff clinging to them was more like silly putty than dough. It stuck tight, stretched, and flopped around. Taryn got most of it pulled off, and we tried to mix it in, but it immediately jumped back on the beaters in even bigger clumpy strings than before.
I took a break. I have no idea what caused this.
I went back and left the gloop on the beaters and mixed the rest of it by hand. I think it will be okay.
Then the dough in the machine was done, so I went to divide it and put in the loaf pans, and it was totally sticky and non bread like. So I kneaded in about a cup of flour and it was still soft, but we'll see...
If it was just the hand mixing stuff I would think it was responding to my hormonal state or something, but how could the bread machine know?
I don't know what happened in my kitchen today. I'm still deciding whether I should try something else or just give up for the day. But I know how to cook.
Feels better to get it out. Hope the retelling made you smile.
I've taken ribbons in the county fair.
I've had friends express jealousy over their husbands' eagerness to eat my cooking/baking.
I experiment and substitute. I bake and cook and stir-fry. I've made bread by hand since I was 10 at least.
So here we are. I started off this morning feeling domestic, so first thing I measured my favorite bread recipe into the breadmaker. I've made it a dozen times and it's delicious. Then I figured since I had the stuff out, I'd go ahead and mix up some dough to keep in the fridge for cinnamon rolls this weekend. I was also making a snack, getting Naysha set up to wash dishes, and watching the boys, so at first I thought it was the multi-tasking, but that is my normal MO (modus operandi). (Did I spell that right? it isn't underlined...)
I've made this recipe before, and it is always yummy. First thing, I'm supposed to mix the liquids into 1/2 the flour, salt, etc. It was so thin it was splattering everywhere, so I added more flour. Taryn wanted to help, so I let her hold the mixer for awhile. Then she said, "It's acting funny." Sure enough, the dough was climbing the beaters. So we turned it off and went to scrape down the beaters, but the stuff clinging to them was more like silly putty than dough. It stuck tight, stretched, and flopped around. Taryn got most of it pulled off, and we tried to mix it in, but it immediately jumped back on the beaters in even bigger clumpy strings than before.
I took a break. I have no idea what caused this.
I went back and left the gloop on the beaters and mixed the rest of it by hand. I think it will be okay.
Then the dough in the machine was done, so I went to divide it and put in the loaf pans, and it was totally sticky and non bread like. So I kneaded in about a cup of flour and it was still soft, but we'll see...
If it was just the hand mixing stuff I would think it was responding to my hormonal state or something, but how could the bread machine know?
I don't know what happened in my kitchen today. I'm still deciding whether I should try something else or just give up for the day. But I know how to cook.
Feels better to get it out. Hope the retelling made you smile.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
technical support
Yesterday, Bob made a DVD of some pictures and wanted to check it before he deleted the pictures from his computer, so we popped it in my new laptop, and nothing happened. Well, maybe it doesn't have auto play. So we clicked on "Computer" (My Computer in windows older versions), and there wasn't a DVD icon to open! Bob went to device manager and saw it there, but there was a problem with the driver. huh.
Bob uninstalled and reinstalled the DVD player with no change. We tried to run System Restore, but it didn't go through. Still nothing. I went to Toshiba's website to look for updates, and looked at Microsoft as well. Nothing really fit the problem.
So last night after the children were in bed I called Toshiba's toll free technical support number. After a brief menu and a recording about how great the website was, I was connected to a person. He answered the phone right away, and though it became obvious later that English was his second language, he spoke with very little accent. He had me go through some of the steps that Bob had already tried, and then found a solution. I had to go into the registry and delete two things, and then it worked beautifully. Yea!
So I'm a little peeved that it didn't work from the beginning, but I am very pleased with the tech support. The guy was polite, professional, understandable, and the problem was resolved in a reasonable time.
I've heard it said that people are more likely to talk about a bad experience than a good one, and that is mostly true, but I do get tired of complaining ALL the time, and wanted to share a good experience. ;-)
Bob uninstalled and reinstalled the DVD player with no change. We tried to run System Restore, but it didn't go through. Still nothing. I went to Toshiba's website to look for updates, and looked at Microsoft as well. Nothing really fit the problem.
So last night after the children were in bed I called Toshiba's toll free technical support number. After a brief menu and a recording about how great the website was, I was connected to a person. He answered the phone right away, and though it became obvious later that English was his second language, he spoke with very little accent. He had me go through some of the steps that Bob had already tried, and then found a solution. I had to go into the registry and delete two things, and then it worked beautifully. Yea!
So I'm a little peeved that it didn't work from the beginning, but I am very pleased with the tech support. The guy was polite, professional, understandable, and the problem was resolved in a reasonable time.
I've heard it said that people are more likely to talk about a bad experience than a good one, and that is mostly true, but I do get tired of complaining ALL the time, and wanted to share a good experience. ;-)
Details
I feel like I left out a lot of details from Saturday, so here are a few nuggets.
Lunch:
We spread it out through the whole day. Apples while waiting for the parade, sandwiches afterwards in front of McDonald's, chips in the park beside the river, and candy as we walked along.
Speaking of sandwiches, while we were eating them the Air Force did a fly past for the Queen, and the planes went right over our heads. Bob snapped a few pictures, but as they came from behind one building and went directly over another one, it was a matter of guessing where they'd be.
While we were in the park the children played while Bob and I sat, and the first thing Cedwryck did was find a stick and play soldier. He held it up like the guards we'd been watching, turning and stomping his feet, and marching back and forth. It was really cute.
While crossing the bridge over the Thames, a man stopped beside us and asked me to take his picture with Parliament in the background. While sitting at the fountain in front of Buckingham, some Arabs sat down beside us and took pictures of Ella and William. I guess it won't hurt anything...
It was right at 8pm when we got home, so we were out for 12 hours.
Friday while we were out driving, the sun shone down through the clouds, and Riah said, "That looks like a sign from God!"
Naysha has been writing, and she will ask Taryn how to spell things, writing each letter as it is given. So a couple of days ago, Ella started doing the same. She will sit with her paper and pencil and call out to me "A!" repeatedly until I give her another letter, then she'll squiggle on her paper and look up for the next letter. She is very adorable.
That's all I can think of for now.
Lunch:
We spread it out through the whole day. Apples while waiting for the parade, sandwiches afterwards in front of McDonald's, chips in the park beside the river, and candy as we walked along.
Speaking of sandwiches, while we were eating them the Air Force did a fly past for the Queen, and the planes went right over our heads. Bob snapped a few pictures, but as they came from behind one building and went directly over another one, it was a matter of guessing where they'd be.
While we were in the park the children played while Bob and I sat, and the first thing Cedwryck did was find a stick and play soldier. He held it up like the guards we'd been watching, turning and stomping his feet, and marching back and forth. It was really cute.
While crossing the bridge over the Thames, a man stopped beside us and asked me to take his picture with Parliament in the background. While sitting at the fountain in front of Buckingham, some Arabs sat down beside us and took pictures of Ella and William. I guess it won't hurt anything...
It was right at 8pm when we got home, so we were out for 12 hours.
Friday while we were out driving, the sun shone down through the clouds, and Riah said, "That looks like a sign from God!"
Naysha has been writing, and she will ask Taryn how to spell things, writing each letter as it is given. So a couple of days ago, Ella started doing the same. She will sit with her paper and pencil and call out to me "A!" repeatedly until I give her another letter, then she'll squiggle on her paper and look up for the next letter. She is very adorable.
That's all I can think of for now.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
The Queen's Birthday
I just added it up using Google maps, and the actual ground we covered is about 5 miles, but that's assuming we were walking in a straight line, which we weren't. It also doesn't take into account the stairs up and down, and all the standing in one place.
So here's my version of the story.
The boys woke up at 5:30 this morning, so I promptly straggled into their room and told them they'd better go back to sleep, and did the same myself. At 6:30 William was awake, so I got him up and opened the other bedroom doors as a signal to anyone awake that they could get up now. (The boys actually had gone back to sleep, so that was good.) We did our morning routine, and were out of the house right at 8:00. We had the double stroller, my backpack/diaper bag/purse, Bob's camera backpack, a sweater each, a lunch (two grocery bags full), and over a gallon of bottled water.
Bob bravely drove us (about an hour) down to Epping, which is a nice town at the end of the Underground line, we paid for parking and got on the Tube. One of the many neat things about getting on at the end of the line is that the cars aren't very crowded, so we all got seats. We changed lines one time in London, which means everyone gets up, off the train - mind the gap - down some stairs and up others (the way to do stairs is I go in front of the stroller and hold it up while Bob holds up the back end, and we hope the other children follow us as they've been taught), make sure you're at the right platform, and quick! squeeze through the door before the train leaves. Then down some more stairs and up a LONG flight, and we were out in the sunshine. Yes, sunshine! It was a very nice day, though the patchy clouds did make it hard to keep the settings right on the camera.
So we got our bearings on the street, walked all down the Mall to get a good view on the parade, only to find out that THAT side of the street was for ticket holders only. So we walked ALL the way back up the street, across, and all down the other side. People were about 10 deep all along the road, so we didn't stand a chance of seeing anything. Bob held Taryn up on his shoulder, and I stabalized her, and she snapped some pictures with Bob's camera. Then she yelled, "There's the Queen!!" And I had to remind her to take pictures. I don't think they turned out very well.
Um, I think I'm ahead of myself.... Today is the Queen's official birthday, and there's a big ceremony called Trooping the Colours that you can get all the facts on if you google it. :-) To us, it mostly meant that the Queen and her household guard and horse guard and a band were going down the road.
So they all trooped by, and Taryn got to see it. Then people all started walking away. So we looked at each other and wondered what to do next. Cedwryck had been moaning about needing to use the toilet ever since we got out of the tube station, so I asked a policeman where the nearest one was, but he didn't know. So we got to thinking about what time it was, and which way the parade went, and how many people were still standing beside the road, and we realized that the parade would be coming back down the road later. Everything I read about this thing said there was the ceremony inside the horse guards - ticket holders only - and then the parade back to Buckingham Palace. Nothing ever said the parade went both ways. So anyway, we found a spot with only one row of people against the fence lining the street, and set up camp there. The children played in the dirt and we watched the guards march back and forth across the road. Everybody had an apple.
Finally they came back. First the cannons, heading to Green Park to set up for a 41-gun salute. Then the mounted band. Then a bunch of marching people, then a carriage - not the Queen, but a Prince or two. Some more marching people, and then Queen Elizabeth II. People cheered, and she waved but didn't smile. Taryn said she looked tired. I held the video camera over my head the whole time, and all I could see was what was on the 2" screen. Bob could see, but didn't have a clear camera shot, so he snapped blindly.
Well, now that was over, what next?
Having been warned by a newspaper that there was to be a bike rally in the area - a group of people going on a 6 mile bike ride, stark naked, to protest cars - we wanted to move away a bit.
So we started back up The Mall, and were almost to the end when Cedwryck wet himself. You can't blame the boy - he'd held it for over an hour. So we remembered seeing a McDonald's somewhere, and figured they had a toilet. I had a change of clothes for Ced in the diaper bag, so he and I went inside, down stairs where it was very hot, and got in line. London has maybe 6 public toilets, and each of them only have 2 stalls. 20 minutes later we were in there and got him wiped down and in clean clothes. Then Bob and Riah went down, but that was quick because the boys' room didn't have a line. Then Taryn and Naysha had to go. So Bob and I started making peanut butter sandwiches, and we stood in front of the McDonald's and ate our sack lunch. When the loaf of bread was gone, we walked on.
Through a park, down the side of the Thames, then across a bridge, up the other side of the river, back across another bridge. We passed Big Ben and Parliament, Westminster Abbey, the Horse Guards, and some other famous buildings. The route we took wasn't terribly crowded, but as we headed back toward Buckingham there were just hordes of people.
Yes, we went to the Palace and looked around a bit, then across another park to a Tube station. Down more stairs, onto the train for two stops, then a line change. We got the right line, but the wrong train. So we got off again, at the same place as last trip down, got some sandwiches at the Subway, and went back on the Underground to Epping.
Whew! It doesn't sound quite as bad as it feels. ;-) Bob pushed the stroller the whole way, the children lined up behind him, and I brought up the rear, keeping everyone in line and holding Ced's hand. He likes to hold my hand and walk behind me, so I was more or less pulling him the whole time. William was pretty good, but he did have to be nursed a few times. Ella was terrific, and did take a short nap. Taryn was helpful and carried William for me once while I helped lift the stroller.
Twice, at different places, a man offered to help Bob with the stroller so I didn't have to. When we were at the shopping center (where we got Subway) the man at the fruit stand gave each of the children an orange. People waiting for the parade were very friendly and chatted with us quite a bit. We didn't see the nude cyclists. So all in all it was a good day, just very tiring.
So here's my version of the story.
The boys woke up at 5:30 this morning, so I promptly straggled into their room and told them they'd better go back to sleep, and did the same myself. At 6:30 William was awake, so I got him up and opened the other bedroom doors as a signal to anyone awake that they could get up now. (The boys actually had gone back to sleep, so that was good.) We did our morning routine, and were out of the house right at 8:00. We had the double stroller, my backpack/diaper bag/purse, Bob's camera backpack, a sweater each, a lunch (two grocery bags full), and over a gallon of bottled water.
Bob bravely drove us (about an hour) down to Epping, which is a nice town at the end of the Underground line, we paid for parking and got on the Tube. One of the many neat things about getting on at the end of the line is that the cars aren't very crowded, so we all got seats. We changed lines one time in London, which means everyone gets up, off the train - mind the gap - down some stairs and up others (the way to do stairs is I go in front of the stroller and hold it up while Bob holds up the back end, and we hope the other children follow us as they've been taught), make sure you're at the right platform, and quick! squeeze through the door before the train leaves. Then down some more stairs and up a LONG flight, and we were out in the sunshine. Yes, sunshine! It was a very nice day, though the patchy clouds did make it hard to keep the settings right on the camera.
So we got our bearings on the street, walked all down the Mall to get a good view on the parade, only to find out that THAT side of the street was for ticket holders only. So we walked ALL the way back up the street, across, and all down the other side. People were about 10 deep all along the road, so we didn't stand a chance of seeing anything. Bob held Taryn up on his shoulder, and I stabalized her, and she snapped some pictures with Bob's camera. Then she yelled, "There's the Queen!!" And I had to remind her to take pictures. I don't think they turned out very well.
Um, I think I'm ahead of myself.... Today is the Queen's official birthday, and there's a big ceremony called Trooping the Colours that you can get all the facts on if you google it. :-) To us, it mostly meant that the Queen and her household guard and horse guard and a band were going down the road.
So they all trooped by, and Taryn got to see it. Then people all started walking away. So we looked at each other and wondered what to do next. Cedwryck had been moaning about needing to use the toilet ever since we got out of the tube station, so I asked a policeman where the nearest one was, but he didn't know. So we got to thinking about what time it was, and which way the parade went, and how many people were still standing beside the road, and we realized that the parade would be coming back down the road later. Everything I read about this thing said there was the ceremony inside the horse guards - ticket holders only - and then the parade back to Buckingham Palace. Nothing ever said the parade went both ways. So anyway, we found a spot with only one row of people against the fence lining the street, and set up camp there. The children played in the dirt and we watched the guards march back and forth across the road. Everybody had an apple.
Finally they came back. First the cannons, heading to Green Park to set up for a 41-gun salute. Then the mounted band. Then a bunch of marching people, then a carriage - not the Queen, but a Prince or two. Some more marching people, and then Queen Elizabeth II. People cheered, and she waved but didn't smile. Taryn said she looked tired. I held the video camera over my head the whole time, and all I could see was what was on the 2" screen. Bob could see, but didn't have a clear camera shot, so he snapped blindly.
Well, now that was over, what next?
Having been warned by a newspaper that there was to be a bike rally in the area - a group of people going on a 6 mile bike ride, stark naked, to protest cars - we wanted to move away a bit.
So we started back up The Mall, and were almost to the end when Cedwryck wet himself. You can't blame the boy - he'd held it for over an hour. So we remembered seeing a McDonald's somewhere, and figured they had a toilet. I had a change of clothes for Ced in the diaper bag, so he and I went inside, down stairs where it was very hot, and got in line. London has maybe 6 public toilets, and each of them only have 2 stalls. 20 minutes later we were in there and got him wiped down and in clean clothes. Then Bob and Riah went down, but that was quick because the boys' room didn't have a line. Then Taryn and Naysha had to go. So Bob and I started making peanut butter sandwiches, and we stood in front of the McDonald's and ate our sack lunch. When the loaf of bread was gone, we walked on.
Through a park, down the side of the Thames, then across a bridge, up the other side of the river, back across another bridge. We passed Big Ben and Parliament, Westminster Abbey, the Horse Guards, and some other famous buildings. The route we took wasn't terribly crowded, but as we headed back toward Buckingham there were just hordes of people.
Yes, we went to the Palace and looked around a bit, then across another park to a Tube station. Down more stairs, onto the train for two stops, then a line change. We got the right line, but the wrong train. So we got off again, at the same place as last trip down, got some sandwiches at the Subway, and went back on the Underground to Epping.
Whew! It doesn't sound quite as bad as it feels. ;-) Bob pushed the stroller the whole way, the children lined up behind him, and I brought up the rear, keeping everyone in line and holding Ced's hand. He likes to hold my hand and walk behind me, so I was more or less pulling him the whole time. William was pretty good, but he did have to be nursed a few times. Ella was terrific, and did take a short nap. Taryn was helpful and carried William for me once while I helped lift the stroller.
Twice, at different places, a man offered to help Bob with the stroller so I didn't have to. When we were at the shopping center (where we got Subway) the man at the fruit stand gave each of the children an orange. People waiting for the parade were very friendly and chatted with us quite a bit. We didn't see the nude cyclists. So all in all it was a good day, just very tiring.
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Happy Thursday
fooey. I keep thinking of things to write about when I'm doing dishes, but when I sit at the computer my mind goes blank.
Yesterday I made some quesadillas from scratch (blogger doesn't recognize that word, so I don't know if it's spelled right), and I was gonna post the recipe, but when it came time to cook them, some split and the cheese leaked out, so I don't consider that a successful endeavor.
William got his 5th tooth yesterday - he has 4 on bottom and 1 on top. He is 8 months old now, and is really starting to like eating at the table. He's not fond of texture yet, but we are working on it. Lately, when we try to sit him up on the floor, he just stiffens his legs to stand up rather than sit. He has the strength to stand, but not the balance. Even holding on, he wobbles a lot. Speaking of sitting up, he will sit fine, but if he sees something he wants and cannot reach, he is very careful of how he goes to get it. He remembers that when he just dove for things he fell on his nose, so now he sits and thinks about it for awhile. If he really wants it, he slowly slowly moves down to his belly and then scoots over to the desired object. Many times he decided it's not worth the risk.
Bob passed his PT test yesterday. They are talking about having the BMI as a litmus test. In that case, he'd have to lose 30lbs before he could even take the PT test. Not that I'd mind us both being a bit thinner, but I would mind a dishonorable discharge from the military just 'cause he isn't skinny.
Anyway, it's time to get my day sorted out.
Yesterday I made some quesadillas from scratch (blogger doesn't recognize that word, so I don't know if it's spelled right), and I was gonna post the recipe, but when it came time to cook them, some split and the cheese leaked out, so I don't consider that a successful endeavor.
William got his 5th tooth yesterday - he has 4 on bottom and 1 on top. He is 8 months old now, and is really starting to like eating at the table. He's not fond of texture yet, but we are working on it. Lately, when we try to sit him up on the floor, he just stiffens his legs to stand up rather than sit. He has the strength to stand, but not the balance. Even holding on, he wobbles a lot. Speaking of sitting up, he will sit fine, but if he sees something he wants and cannot reach, he is very careful of how he goes to get it. He remembers that when he just dove for things he fell on his nose, so now he sits and thinks about it for awhile. If he really wants it, he slowly slowly moves down to his belly and then scoots over to the desired object. Many times he decided it's not worth the risk.
Bob passed his PT test yesterday. They are talking about having the BMI as a litmus test. In that case, he'd have to lose 30lbs before he could even take the PT test. Not that I'd mind us both being a bit thinner, but I would mind a dishonorable discharge from the military just 'cause he isn't skinny.
Anyway, it's time to get my day sorted out.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
just stuff
Yesterday I was outside with the children and thinking about what to fix for supper, when I thought how nice it was outside, and maybe we could have a BBQ. So I pre-cooked some beef ribs, knowing that if Bob worked late I could always freeze them for another time. About 4pm I needed to know if I should make something else for our dinner (sweet and sour pork) or not, so I called Bob to ask about it. He thought ribs sounded fine, and would be home before too long. He was home by 4:30. I think his brain went into hungry mode and whatever work needed to be finished up just got set aside. :-) So we had BBQ ribs, biscuits, salad, pineapple, and green beans. The children had hotdogs instead of ribs, and they all knew they got the short end of the stick. To sweeten the deal, we moved the table and chairs out onto the patio and ate outside. It sure was fun.
Product recommendations:
I do not recommend RealArcade.com. The website is hard to navigate, and though you can redownload a game you've bought, you cannot make a copy of it or play it without an internet connection. Every 2 minutes you have to sign in again, and half the time the sign in page won't load.
I DO recommend Crisco brand pan coating spray. I grew up with Pam, and it's okay. I tried Mozolla and that was awful - stinky! Then I got Crisco and it doesn't smell at all; doesn't effect the taste; works great.
What else?
Oh, I mentioned pineapple with last night's dinner... When we were at Tesco the other day they had pineapples for 1GBP each (about $2) so we bought 3. They aren't the best ones ever, but they're okay. We also bought the store brand nutella (chocolate hazelnut spread) and it isn't anything like Nutella brand. I'm still in awe at the bread prices. A large loaf of whole wheat bread costs 39pence ($0.75) - in the States you'd be hard pressed to find a loaf for under $2. I also discovered that the canned fruit is a lot cheaper at Tesco than on base. I haven't eaten them yet, but they are also in juice rather than heavy syrup, which is hard to find and more expensive in the US.
We filled up with gas Sunday and it was about $85. Yikes!
Time to get the boys to work.
Product recommendations:
I do not recommend RealArcade.com. The website is hard to navigate, and though you can redownload a game you've bought, you cannot make a copy of it or play it without an internet connection. Every 2 minutes you have to sign in again, and half the time the sign in page won't load.
I DO recommend Crisco brand pan coating spray. I grew up with Pam, and it's okay. I tried Mozolla and that was awful - stinky! Then I got Crisco and it doesn't smell at all; doesn't effect the taste; works great.
What else?
Oh, I mentioned pineapple with last night's dinner... When we were at Tesco the other day they had pineapples for 1GBP each (about $2) so we bought 3. They aren't the best ones ever, but they're okay. We also bought the store brand nutella (chocolate hazelnut spread) and it isn't anything like Nutella brand. I'm still in awe at the bread prices. A large loaf of whole wheat bread costs 39pence ($0.75) - in the States you'd be hard pressed to find a loaf for under $2. I also discovered that the canned fruit is a lot cheaper at Tesco than on base. I haven't eaten them yet, but they are also in juice rather than heavy syrup, which is hard to find and more expensive in the US.
We filled up with gas Sunday and it was about $85. Yikes!
Time to get the boys to work.
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