Processing Speed

June 27, 2011 by Rieshy

Around 5:30 this morning I was sitting and eating, well.... eating popcorn with my 3 year old.  We were munching in companionable silence when my son suddenly looked at me with a most intent expression.

"Mom, I was throwing up and Sister took me to the bathroom and then we lay on the sofa and I was still throwing up."  He paused awaiting a response.

I was more than a little floored.  He was talking about the stomach virus he had in March- a full 3 months ago.  It precipitated his first (hopefully only) metabolic meltdown.  I had already taken his 5 year old brother to the hospital and his big sister was caring for the 3 year old because Dad was sick with the same virus.

My 3 yo continued. His facial expressions filling in for his linguistic shortcomings as he narrated the entire event from his point of view.  Evidently the ambulance was noteworthy because they had "a pokey thing."  -The I.V. of course.

Why he needed to discuss this with me this morning I don't know.  I do know he needed it.  He needed to narrate the events.  He needed to talk about throwing up on the sofa and see my face look sad but not angry.  He needed to hear that, "Yep, those pokey things do hurt."

I don't know what else he needed.  I'm just glad that he's processing.

We looked at this snapshot from the hospital.  He told me that he liked me and Brother being with him. I think our conversation made the event less mysteriously frightening.  Of course, I'm guessing now.  Who knows what goes on in the mind of a 3 year old?

I'm just muddling through mothering the best I can.  Evidently a.m. popcorn helps.





You Have To Break A Lot Of Eggs...

June 25, 2011 by Rieshy

Or in the case of my 3 year old- you have to cut a lot of paper to make the "Perfect Little Book."


Why Everyone Should Own A 19 Year Old

June 17, 2011 by Rieshy

My oldest son took all his siblings and a few neighbors to the Summer Dollar-Movie Series yesterday morning. Thus:
 I was alone in my house.

I had no idea what to do, so almost hysterical with the unlimited possibilities I called a friend to say:

I am alone in my house!

She laughed at me -but it was nice laughter.  I think she was jealous.
Giddy, I hung up and ate candy without sharing.  I entered my bathroom By Myself.  

I played my favorite music. I did dishes without talking.  
I thought in complete sentences.  My brain was surprised.  

When's the next movie in the series?



Oddities of Language

June 16, 2011 by Rieshy

Of Weird Connections

I have my ipod set so its settings are in German.  I also named my ipod Humphrey Alaric.  Both facts amuse me. When it's connected and syncing it tells me it's, "verbunden," or connected.

1 John 2:5 reads in English, "But if anyone obeys his word, God's love is truly made complete in him. This is how we know we are in him."

Except in my German Bible the in him is translated "mit ihm verbunden".  Literally, "with him connected."

Which led me down the rabbit trail of considering how we need to continually connect ourselves with both God's word and God's love.

Does Apple sell a sync cable for that?

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Job Security or Secured Futility

June 13, 2011 by Rieshy

House cleaning all morning

Back turned for coffee,

a vague, "Yes you can play in the living room with duplos..."

Vacuuming upstairs, laundry downstairs.

Daughter cooking, people happy.

Should have known, should have noticed that,

Duplo cities require forts.  Forts require.... stuff.

Forts are for security, 
security is futile.

And so is a whole house cleaned at once.


Surreptitiously watching 3 year old develop a way to clean up Duplos quickly makes the futility worthwhile.

Road-Side Art On The Way To Hungary

June 7, 2011 by Rieshy

My daughter sent me:

I could title it: Shocking Bikers.  

You know- bikers lying against reed stacks that are being shocked? O.k., too much explanation required = bad pun.

In these photos my daughter was cycling/relaxing her way to Hungary is sunshine so beautiful I'd like to eat a bowlful.

What drives me crazy is that the shots remind me of a painting.  But I can't remember which one.  I can't even pinpoint the period of the painting I'm remembering.  Maybe a Dutch painting?

In my search I came across an entire website devoted to hay.  
Yes, Hay. 

Not surprisingly it's called Hay In Art.  They have over 6,000 links to paintings.

I didn't find the painting I was looking for but I did find this:
I saw this Bastien-LePage painting at The Frist Center last winter.  Seeing it online was like greeting an old friend.  An old, very tired friend.

But back to the topmost photo- save my sanity- what painting does the shot resemble?


Self-Care For Chronically Ill Children

June 4, 2011 by Rieshy

A Work In Progress

Mothering is at heart a teaching profession.  If I had to list a summary of course offerings that my children are required to take, one would be entitled- Self Care: from personal hygiene and nutrition to personal banking.

For my two young sons with chronic metabolic disorders self-care involves remembering to snack every 2 hours.  On the FOD support group I followed a long thread about using watches with timers to discreetly remind teen FODers to snack.

Brilliant.  Self-care with a non-mommy-nagging reminder.

I looked up watches and found some pediatric medical watch-sites.  They look like they would work great.  I needed something cheaper.  Way cheaper.  I'm not putting a $100+ watch on my 5 year old.  Especially before I know how my son will do with the whole idea.

Timex, here we come... at least to experiment.

Self-care in camouflage with a two hour timer = Cool.  According to my 5 year old, "You know, spies and soldiers and super heroes all have watches."

Unfortunately the alarm on this watch model can only be set for one repeating time a day.  The timer can be set for every two hours, but after it goes off it is a bit harder for my son to re-set without help.  

However, after only four days I'm really in love with the idea- even if I have to eventually try a new watch.  My 5 yo is enjoying turning off the timer and getting himself his 2 hour snack.  He appears proudly independent about the new routine.  I'm enjoying the reminder myself as our summer has been hectic.

I may go completely Montessori and buy a small pitcher so he can learn to pour his own milk for snack as well.

My 3 year old?  Too soon.  He'd love the watch, until he took it off to do something inexplicable- like stuff it in a sock to "cook" it over a pretend camp fire in the back yard.  Bye-bye watch.

Like I said, it's all a work in progress.


June 1, 2011 by Rieshy

I love words.  I'll read a farming report, or Government Video if that's all that is available.

Jabberwocky is pure genius.

My husband taught our 19 year old to say vehicular locomotion when he was 19 months old.  We both thought it was hilarious to hear our son repeat it with perfect diction.  I'm not sure why. 

Recently I heard a phrase at church.  Thank you Craig.  The phrase was, "housebroken sins."  I love it.  I've been thinking about it for a couple of weeks.

Housebroken sins- you know, weaknesses/sins that are socially acceptable, things about ourselves that we don't mind admitting to.  Things we can throw out there if we want to fake being "real."

Housebroken sins don't wake anyone up in the middle of the night. 

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