Saturday, 30 October 2010

30 Days of Truth

I got this idea from my pal Lisa over at Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!

Why don't you join us? If you do decide to play along, make sure to leave a link in my comments so I can check out your responses!

Here are the topics, one Truth for each day in November...starting Monday, Nov 1st!

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.
Day 2: Something you love about yourself.
Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like crap.
Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. (write a letter.)
Day 14: A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17: A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21: (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24: Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25: The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26: Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27: What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28: What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30: A letter to yourself: tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself Pin It

Friday, 29 October 2010

Where DID this week go???

It's the HECK did that happen?

I've had a busy, emotional, crazy week. I said my final farewell to my dear friend, Walter, on Wednesday. His funeral service was absolutely, SO Walter. The priest was amazing and it was such a beautiful tribute. My prayers continue to be with his wife and two young sons. He was taken much too soon...

In other news, being the terrible mother that I am, I waited until the last minute to get Middleman's Halloween costume. On Wednesday night, I dropped him off at soccer practice and headed over to the local Party Packagers to buy a zombie costume...yeah right. The store was SO packed, that they were only letting people in by tens. The line up was ridiculous. I turned around and went back to my van, feeling like a complete failure. I sat there for a few minutes, wracking my brain for ideas...then I posted my woes on my beloved Facebook. One of my brilliant friends responded, "Just write 'book' across his face ... facebook. =)". BRILLIANT I tell you, BRILLIANT!

When I pitched the idea to Middleman at his soccer practice, his teammates loved it. Middleman, not so much. "No one will know what I am! I wanted to be a zombie!"


Then, my brilliant mind came up with the idea of making a sandwich board out of bristol board and making him a Facebook WALL! HA! BRILLIANT! My original idea was to just paint the bristol board with bricks, but then I decided to create a replica of Middleman's wall.

Here is the result:

I SO rock. Anyway, Middleman wasn't THRILLED this morning, but when I watched from the bedroom window, all of his friends were laughing and reading his "wall"!! I can't wait to see what everyone had to say about it when I get home!

Boy Oneder is too cool to dress up. He had originally decided to dress up as Alan from the movie, Hangover. He had sunglasses, a baby carrier and a doll with sunglasses on, but he chickened out at the last minute this morning...ahhh...grade nines!

Threepeat went to preschool this morning as Wolverine:

He is just the cutest thing EVER!

Boy Oneder's hockey team tied 3-3 on Monday night. Yesterday was Hubster's 44th birthday...we had yummy chocolate cake.

We have a week-long visitor coming starting tonight. Smokey, my friend's pooch, is going to stay with us while his "Mommy and Daddy" go on vacation. I'm looking forward to getting to know him!

Tonight, Boy Oneder has a hockey practice, then it's soccer, hockey, soccer, hockey all weekend.

Time sure flies when you are busy!! Pin It

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Life...precious life.

**Post originally typed on August 23rd, 2010, but I held off publishing until now**

Today, I go a sharp reminder that life is precious...and oh so fragile.

A former co-worker of mine...well, he was more than a co-worker....let me explain...

Walter and I were two of ten people who founded the "RSC", the inside sales department at the company I have been with for 13.5 years. Walter was brand new to my company, and so were all of the other employees in the RSC. Being the pioneers in a brand new department, we were excited about what was in store for us. We were led by yet another new employee to the company. He was a fantastic, compassionate, fearless manager and we all respected him and loved him.

All of the new employees were different. We had men, women, Jewish, Christian, gay, straight, Muslim, fat, thin, tall, much diversity in a department of 13 or so people, but we all got along so well. We were a really close-knit bunch, all in the same scary boat...would it sink, would it float?

Anyway, Walter was our used car salesman. He had that cheezy grin, that cheezy line and the silly jokes and puns that made you roll your eyes in disgust, but the customers LOVED him. They ATE.HIM.UP. His numbers were always the highest and he did it almost effortlessly. That's not to say that he didn't work hard, because he did, but he was just a natural born salesman.

Walter would bring us Krispy Kreme donuts when they first came to Canada. Walter would make us laugh and keep our spirits high on the lowest of days. Walter was, well, Walter.

Every once in a while, he would try to prank us, and succeeded a couple of times...turning our name plates upside down, switching stuff from desk to desk, but the BEST April Fool's Day was when *I* got him. I unplugged his headset and taped the receiver button down on his phone and when he tried to answer a call, the caller couldn't hear him. He was saying, "Hello...yes I am here...hello??" All of us knew about it but him and we were in HYSTERICS in our cubicles...laughing at finally getting him back for all the times he got us. When he finally figured it out, he laughed as hard as us and shook his finger at me..."You got me Ms got me!" We had so many good times back then...

Walter adored his wife...absolutely WORSHIPPED the ground she walked on. He spoke of such love and devotion of his wife that you would honestly think it was a romantic movie with cheesy lines and all. He often told me how lucky and blessed he was to have such a woman to call his wife. When I finally met her, I knew exactly why he was so taken with her. She is such a warm and loving person...I felt like I'd known her forever when I met her at our company Christmas party. Her eyes are so sweet and kind...Bonnie is just amazing.

Walter often spoke of his two boys. He was more than the typical proud father who goes on and on about his kids. Every day, he had a story about his sons...prouder than punch at all the wonderful milestones his boys would reach...showing us all photos upon photos of those sweet little guys. Don't get me wrong here...I loved to see them...I felt like I knew them through their doting father...I loved those kids, though at that time, I had never met them.

Over time, some people left, new people joined and some were promoted. Walter was promoted to a field sales rep, so we didn't see him as often as we would have liked, but when he did come to the office, he always came with Krispy Kreme donuts. He just rocked that way. When he called, he always asked about us and made a few jokes...he was the same old Walter, just in a better position. He never forgot his roots...never forgot us "little people".

At some point, Walter left the company for bigger and better things. We lost contact a little, but he did call me a couple of times asking for a reference (I was a team leader at this point). I always wholeheartedly agreed to give him a reference.

A couple of years passed and I hadn't heard from Walter, but I knew through the grapevine that he did still play poker with a few of the old RSC'ers. I still work with a couple of them and was at a training course with one of them back in February. We got to chatting and my co-worker told me that Walter had been diagnosed with cancer. LUNG cancer. Walter didn't smoke.

I was shocked. After all, Walter was only in his early 40's. My co-worker gave me the link to Walter's Caringbridge site and I read his whole story. It ends up that he has Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma with a rare twist to it. About six months ago, things were looking good and through the last six months, it seemed that the cancer was losing.

I saw Walter in the early summer because we gave him a free bouncy rental for ione of his son's birthdays. He looked great! Bald, but great! He had high spirits and was sure that he was going to kick cancer's butt. He was so convincing and so positive.

We have kept in touch over Facebook since that day and today, he private messaged me...I had asked for experienced parents' advice on Threepeat's upcoming asleep dentistry...

Hello Mrs. B, I hope all is well. My son was put under for his "dentist" appointment but he had it done at the hospital (two cavities and they pulled two teeth as well). Just let Threepeat pick whoever he wants to be with him at the time. If he picks Hubster, then Hubster it is.

Can I give you a call, there is a couple things that I would like to talk to you about, first being your generous offer again for B's birthday and something else as well.


I called him back and after our initial pleasantries, Walter dropped the bomb. "I have been placed in palliative care because the doctors feel that I have six months to live." Shock, pain, anger, overwhleming sadness....all the feelings I had when my Dad was diagnosed so many years ago. My only response for a moment was, "Oh goodness...I am so sorry..." He was, in true Walter style, positive, upbeat and witty. He told me he had a drinks and lots of vitamins. He refused to give up the fight. I asked about his wife. He said, "She is putting up a good front." I asked about his two young sons. He said they hadn't been told yet. They were waiting to speak to psychologists to see how best to tell the children. I started to cry. He didn't know that I was crying, but I was.

We talked about my Dad and how the palliative care unit at the hospital was wonderful. Walter is being cared for through the same hospital as my Dad. We talked about how to best talk to the children. I told him I would give him the names of some good books for children that deal with death. We booked a bouncer for the end of September for his second son's birthday. We prommised to keep in touch and he promised to call me if he or his wife needed anything. I told him to stay strong and live his life to the fullest. He said he would.

We hung up the phone and I cried. I sobbed. I shook. I got angry.

Once I calmed down, I realized that this man could be my husband, my friend, my cousin, he could be ME. He is 43 years old. He could be anyone. Why? Why, why, why?

My heart is so heavy. I can't imagine what he and his wife are going through.

Please pray for Walter and his family.


**October 22, 2010**

I visited with Walter in mid-September, just he and I. I brought him gifts, I hugged him, I cried, he *almost* cried and we just talked. His mind was where it needed to be and his spirit was strong. I hugged him when I left and I told him I loved him lots. He told me he loved me too. It wasn't THAT kind of love. It was a genuine friendship love. I thought that was the last time I would see him.

In genuiine Walter fashion, he had other plans. We delivered a bouncer for his second son's birthday in September. Although Walter was the same Walla Walla Walter in spirit, he looked dreadful. I knew the end was near.

It's 11:48 pm...I just read Walter's blog, which was updated by his wife tonight. Walter passed away this morning.

Poor, sweet Walla, Walla, Walter...Rest in peace my friend.

My heart is broken for Bonnie and the boys. My mind is reeling. I feel so helpless...this is not the way things should be.

If you're the praying kind, please say a prayer for this family tonight...and tomorrow...and the next day. They need to feel love and strength right now. Pin It

Friday, 22 October 2010

Five Question Friday

Friday, Friday, I DOOOOO love me some Friday!

I was the "Date of the Week" over at Mama M's blog...thank you Mama! I enjoyed my stay!

And now, it's time for Five Question Friday!!! YAY!!

1. Who is the better cook, you or your spouse?

Bwahahahahahaha. Hubster can't even boil water. *I* on the other hand, rock as a cook...just sayin'.

2. How often do you talk to your mom?


3. Are you adventurous in the kitchen or stick to the recipe?

Very adventurous! I love to try new things and tweak some old recipes now and again. Life's too short to worry about measuring stuff!

4. Is your second toe longer than your big toe?

Yes. LOL

5. Do you dress up for Halloween? (Bonus question: What will you be this year?)

Sometimes. Most of the time anyway. This year, I think I am going to be a punk rocker...if I do dress up...see how I feel on Halloween night. I used to get totally into Halloween, but lately, it's lost its clue why, but it has.

Head on over to Mama's blog and play along!!! Pin It

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Flu Season is upon us.

Middleman is home from school today.

He came home from school yesterday and promptly fell asleep on the couch for an hour...he has had a few late nights, but nothing that I would say was late enough to cause him to take a nap.

When he woke up, he said his stomach was hurting and he spent some time on the toilet. Poor dude.

He ate three bites of his supper and went upstairs to change into his pajamas, then spent the rest of the evening on the couch, looking really sick.

At 10:00, he ran to his washroom, saying he was going to vomit. favourite thing to do is sit with a vomitting child. Ugh.

He threw up ALOT into the toilet while I held a cold cloth on his head. He then crawled into bed and said he was freezing. Enter the fever.

I tucked him in all nice and warm and brought him a bottle of water and a bucket. I kissed him and told him if he needed me, to come and get me. He looked so awful.

Middleman, being the awesome patient that he is, didn't wake me up at all in the night...he didn't throw up again and didn't need me, so I am hoping it was a quickly killed stomach bug. He looks much better this morning and just had some toast for breakfast. Time will tell.

And so, Flu Season 2010 begins....sigh. Pin It

Monday, 18 October 2010

The perils of raising boys

Boy Oneder is fourteen and a quarter years old. Middleman is eleven and a quarter years old. Threepeat is three and a half years old. To date, knock on wood, we have had no broken bones, no stitches and, up until yesterday, no bee or wasp stings. Yeah, I know...we are very lucky.

Threepeat was helping Hubster remove the canopy from the frame in our backyard yesterday (read as "driving Hubster nuts with questions while Hubster removed the canopy from the frame in our backyard"). Here in Southern Ontario, we are trying to take advantage of the great October weather we have had, but hockey and soccer are making it vitually impossible to get that backyard winterized. We have been doing a little at a time for the past three weeks.


After Threepeat had had enough, he came inside to play with his Play Doh. He was sitting in the family room, on the floor, when he started to complain that his leg hurt and was itchy. My Mom was here and I was cooking, so she went to see what was going on. He started to whimper a little, so I went in to see what was shaking too. Mom rubbed his leg and said that maybe it was the inside seam of his pocket, which was a but rough, that was causing his itchiness.

He really started to get all "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!", so I pulled his pants off and saw two raised, red bumps with bright red bumps in the middle. I asked my Mom if she thought it was spider bites and she thought made it was, but she started shaking out his pants and a WASP crawled out. OMGosh peeps...I am TERRIFIED of wasps. I kinda went into a silent panic, because my baby was crying and this wasp was crawling around on my floor. In a moment of clarity, I grabbed a tissue and squished the little mo fo right there on my carpet. (shudder) MIL grabbed Threepeat and I grabbed a cold pack from the fridge (no...not beer, a gel pack for first the shape of Spiderman, FYI) and put in on his leg. Mom was calming Threepeat down.

A few minutes later and Threepeat was much better. I sprayed his leg with Solarcaine and then he asked to see the wasp. I had thrown it in the garbage, but pulled out the tissue, shuddering the whole time, so he could see it. He then told me to "Spray it in the face Mommy!" referring to the Solarcaine. I told him the wasp was already dead, but he continued egging me on, "Spray it Mommy! Spray it!" The anger I felt at that hideous little creature was building, and I admit, I wanted to spray that little sucker in the face! So I did. And when I did, it moved! OMGOSH...I crapped myself right then and there. I THREW it into the garbage bin and slammed the cupboard door shut. (shudder)

Boy Oneder came upstairs from the basement to see what all the commotion was about and once we told him, he wanted to have the wasp carcass. WTH? He grabbed my candle lighter, grabbed Threepeat and took him to the backyard. He then proceeded to have a wasp bonfire in my freshly winterized garden. was just the tissue that burned, but that was bonfire enough for Threepeat. I watched as they chit chatted about the ugly wasp "popping" as he cooked and silently enjoyed every second...oooh I hate wasps.

When it was all over, the boys proudly came into the house, declaring that the wasp was dead as a doornail and everyone went back to their regularly scheduled programming.

Threepeat was no worse for wear by an hour or so later and by the time he went to bed, his wasp stings were little itty bitty pin pricks on the back of his thigh.

So, we survived our first "sting" incident. It was complete drama, in true Dawn-fashion. God help us on our first stitch or broken bone!!! Pin It

Friday, 15 October 2010

Five Question Friday

Gotta love Fridays...not only is the work week done, but I get to play Mama M's Five Question Friday!!

Play along...all the cool kids do!

1. What is your favorite Halloween candy?

Rockets. Oh yeah baby...I could eat these things till I pop!

2. Do you fold your socks?

3. What is something that you wish you had been warned about?

Wow....I've been thinking on this one for a bit and I can't think of anything I wasn't warned about. I was warned about tons of things, but most of the time, did not heed those warnings...the list of those is endless.

4. What is the most significant difference between you and your significant other?

I am a social butterfly and he is an anti-social hermit. For real.

5. What are three words you would use to describe yourself? (And, just for fun...if your significant other is around, ask him/her what 3 words they would use to describe you!!)

My words: impassioned; sensitive; generous

Hubster wasn't around, so I asked my two older boys instead:

Boy Oneder's words: enthusiastic, loud, loving

Middleman's words: nice, caring, loving Pin It

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Fall TV


The PVR can't keep up with me. For reals peeps...for reals.

Shows I cannot miss:

Hell's Kitchen
Come Dine with Me
Modern Family
Amazing Race
Big Bang Theory
Two and a Half Men
Biggest Loser

Seriously. When did I become a boob tube addict?

Ugh. No wondermy farm on Farmville is dying. Pin It

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Let the games begin!

Boy Oneder has his first hockey game tonight! I am so excited!

Watching him play is so exciting. Now that he is 14, the games are so intense and action-packed! I sit on the edge of my seat for the entire game.

I am such a hockey mom. Seriously.

Hopefully, this season will be more successful than last year!

Go Devils Go!! Pin It

Monday, 11 October 2010

What a GREAT weekend!

Thanksgiving was wonderful this year...spent with family...eating like PIGS! Two turkey dinners is ALWAYS better than one! There are tons of leftovers too! Love turkey sandwiches and turkey pot pie and turkey stir fries! YUMMMMAY!

On Saturday, Hubster's sister and her family came over for dinner and then on Sunday, the Brady Bunch joined us for a HUGE turkey and a big dinner. The littlest cousins, B and D, stayed overnight with to follow...and they were AMAZING. Threepeat played with them all day. I honestly didn't want to take them home! I just got back from dropping them off and now, I am making tomato sauce for a nice spaghetti dinner.

A great weekend, which made me realize again, how much I have to be thankful for.

Next stop...HALLOWEEN!!! WOOHOO!! Pin It

Friday, 8 October 2010

Thankfully thankful

I can't believe that it's Thanksgiving weekend already. Summer flew and fall is flying...soon the SNOW will be flying around here. Ugh.

I am looking forward to a weekend filled with family, food and drinks! We truly have so much to be thankful for. I bitch and moan alot on my blog, cuz that's just how I roll and it keeps me sane (for the most part), but I do realize that no matter how sucky one of my days or weeks might be, I am one of the luckiest people in the world to have all of the blessings that I have.

I am 41 years old. This Thanksgiving, I have decided to list 41 things that I am thankful no particular order:

  1. My Hubster
  2. My boys
  3. My Mom
  4. My MIL
  5. My nieces and nephews
  6. My faith
  7. My dog, Rosie
  8. My home
  9. My job
  10. My health
  11. My laptop
  12. Wireless internet
  13. My blog
  14. My minivan
  15. My friends
  16. My neighbours
  17. My work mates
  18. My manager
  19. My country
  20. Warmth in the winter
  21. Air conditioning in the summer
  22. Tim Horton's coffee
  23. My kids' schools
  24. My warm bed
  25. Sunshine
  26. Laughter
  27. My sight
  28. We Be Jump'n
  29. Facebook
  30. Vacations
  31. Macoun apples
  32. The telephone
  33. My camera
  34. The turkey that gave his life for my family and I this Thanksgiving
  35. Kettle Cooked Salt and Cracked Pepper Peanuts
  36. Hockey
  37. A little extra money to buy the non-necessities
  38. Life
  39. Love
  40. Inclusion
  41. Acceptance

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

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Thursday, 7 October 2010

Another season begins

and the hopes of millions of Torontonians are high.

Yes folks, the 2010/2011 hockey season is upon us!

The Maple Leafs just won their home opener...3-2 against the was the battle of the Canucks tonight at the ACC.

And we won. Na ner na ner naaaaa ner!

Oh hush...don't get your knickers in a high as my hopes may be, I'm not a fool...we haven't won a Stanley Cup since 1967. How many years is that? Go get a calculator...I'll wait. got it...FORTY-THREE years. Ugh.

The Maple Leafs hold the record for the longest active Stanley Cup drought in history. The Chicago Black Hawks won the Stanley Cup last year, ending their 49 year drought. OK, I'm not THAT smart...I got my info from The Longest List of the Lonest Stuff at the Longest Domain Name at Long LOL...what a domain name! LOVE IT!

Anyway...I am on the band wagon AGAIN this can I NOT be?

Hockey is OUR game. COME ON LEAFS!!! Let's end the drought this year!!!! Pin It

Wednesday, 6 October 2010


Single Dad Laughing posted one of the most amazing posts I have ever read yesterday. It's a very, very long post, but one that everyone should read.

After almost crying at the pain he endured as a child, and reading so many comments from others who had been bullied, the pain that I suffered at the hands of a bully came right back. Bullying is one of those things that no one likes, no one agrees with, but unless you have BEEN bullied yourself, you can never truly understand. The terror that lives in your heart...the fear of going to school...constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure the bully isn't around...making excuses to leave school early so that you can get a head start on running home. It is hell.

I thought today would be a good day to bring back a post I originally wrote in 2007.


All my life, I have dealt with mean girls, and it hasn’t ended yet.

It began when I was about 10 years old. Angie, this wicked, evil child who I am sure is in a mental institution these days, threatened me, chased me home and when she finally caught me, kicked the CRAP outta me. There were others too, who just took pleasure in my pain and my fear.

After living the terror of bullying, I swore that my children would never, ever be afraid to go to school or to play outside…EVER. So far, so good. Both of my older boys are popular and have alot of friends. The school is very good with the anti-bullying campaigns as well.

We have the boys in karate. Boy Oneder is a blue belt and Middleman is a red belt. At least I know that if anyone ever messes with them, they will be able to defend themselves, unlike me.

When I was bullied, my parents didn’t interfere for fear of making the situation worse. If my parents were seen as “fighting my battles”, it would only serve to fuel the bullies’ terrorfest. I would have been seen as a complete weakling. Bless their hearts, my parents thought they were doing the right thing, but in hindsight, they were dead wrong. Angie should have been stopped. I wasn’t the only one who was terrorized…there were many others. Seriously, this girl was messed up. She was sexually abusive as well as mentally and physically abusive. She needed help. I pray that she has changed today because I understand that she has children. I don’t know how someone so twisted can change, but I pray she has.

I think that my run-ins with Angie have made me the fearful adult I am today. I let certain people walk all over me. I let them get away with saying and doing nasty things. They hurt me emotionally. Obviously, the physical aspect of bullying is gone because I could sue their asses off if they touched me now, but, the old saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”, is SO untrue. It was untrue THEN and it remains untrue now. Bruises heal. The hurt inside someone remains…and it continues to hurt.

I think I have made some progress because I do speak up for myself sometimes, but for the most part, I just keep taking it. The bullies in my life know that I won’t fight back, so they continue to dig. I wonder if they really understand that they are hurtful, or if they truly don’t think before they speak. I can’t understand what pleasure one would take from being blatently nasty…it makes no sense to me, but then again, I’m not a mean girl.

But just like a dog who is abused over and over again, one day, I will bite back. One day, this doormat is gonna jump up and kick the mean girl in the ass.

I can tell you one thing…it won’t be pretty.

I still haven't kicked anyone's ass, I'm still a doormat (most of the time) and I'm still taken advantage of all the time, but I have made *some* progress. I stand up for what I believe in...firmly. I put my name behind my opinion and I'm not afraid of the consequences. But...I have a long way to go...

Sadly, I don't think bullying will ever go away. Our society gets more selfish and hateful every day. Hateful, selfish, BULLYING parents are raising hateful, selfish, BULLYING children and the cycle continues. Until parents start PARENTING their children and taking an interest in what their kids are doing at school and outside of school, nothing will change. Many parents these days have kids for their trophy shelf, not because they truly WANT children. They love to dress little Johnny up in his cute overalls and little Sally in her frilly pink dress, but once those little ones no longer want their parents to dress them, the parents buy them video games and toys so that they don't have to spend time with them. Gone are the days of sitting together as a family for dinner, family game nights, no TV nights, hanging out and laughing with your family.

We need to get back to the "Leave it to Beaver" days, the "Little House on the Prairie" days and the "Brady Bunch" days. The days when there was wholesome programming and time to spend with your family. When I recall the bullies of my childhood, most of them were from families where both parents had careers and left their kids alone most of the time. These parents didn't have a clue what their kids were doing, much less CARE.

Wake up parents. Watch for the signs of bullying:

The Bully

The Bullied


Being bullied affects people for a lifetime...the sooner you stop it, the better. Pin It

Monday, 4 October 2010

Threepeat's Appointment

went extremely well.

We arrived at the dental office at 7:55 am...just before his 8:00 am appointment. We met the anesthesiologist (phew...what a word) and the registered nurse, while Threepeat played with Anna...the office manager at the dental office and a dear friend of the family. I cried as I signed the consent form (luckily, Threepeat was too distracted to see) and then we headed into the operating room.

I lifted Threepeat up onto the chair, which was cloaked with a "Diego" blanket. The anesthesiologist took off Threepeat's shoes and one sock and told him he was going to place the blood pressure thingy on his toe. Threepeat said no, but Anna popped in to the rescue and showed him how it went on her finger and he was then fine. Next, the anesthesiologist showed Threepeat the bag that is attached to the breathing mask and told Threepeat that he wanted him to blow the balloon up really big. Threepeat didn't like the idea of the mask, so, after checking with the anesthesiologist that there was no medicine yet, I showed Threepeat how it works. Then Anna put it on her face and he was smiling all the way. His turn was next and he actually giggled a little...until the medicine was turned on. I could smell it without the mask on, so I can only imagine how strong it smelled to him! He started to cry and while the anesthesiologist held the mask on his face, I rubbed one arm and hand and Anna rubbed the other. I kept saying, "Mommy's here" and "It's OK", all the while fighting hard not to cry. About 5 breaths later, the anesthesiologist declared that Threepeat was asleep and I lost it. LOST.IT.

I went out into the waiting room where my Mum was waiting and cried a little.

The nurse came out a few times to tell us everything was going well and that he was "doing great". Less than an hour later, they told me he was done and that they would call me in when he was awake. About five minutes later, I heard him crying, which killed me, and then about three minutes after that, I was told I could go in. He was very disoriented and was crying and not making any sense with what he was saying. I gave him his beloved choochie and held him while the medicine slowly wore off. About ten minutes later, he got his balloon and the Bumblebee Transformer that I bought so that the dentist could give him a reward for his trauma and we were on our way home.

He was a bear all the way home, crying and fussing all the way, but about ten minutes after we were home, he was back to his normal self. He ate TWO bowls of chicken noodle soup and a buttered bun and played with his new toy. Boy Oneder had gone out with Hubster to buy a Bionical for him, so he was very spoiled. My Boy Oneder is such a loving boy.

So, as awful as it was, it was not AS awful as I had expected, which was a real blessing. He ended up having ten cavities...yikes. But, now he has beautiful, white, clean, healthy teeth!!!

Thanks to all of you for your prayers and comfort! Pin It
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