I took C to the doctor yesterday to have her plantar warts frozen off. She has four of them on her big toe. Our pediatrician looked at them and said, "Oh, we call this a mosaic wart cluster." BARF. I hate dermatology stuff. He's an adorable chemistry nerd, though, and we learned a ton about liquid nitrogen. E and L were with me (they are all off from school this week - fall break) and were fascinated. It hurt C, but I had two suckers with me and she held still and chomped diligently through the procedure. He said he'd never seen a child as brave as she was. She beamed with pride. Aw. We'll wait a few weeks, but she might need to go back. Plantar warts are stubborn.
We went to a Halloween party on Saturday with games, popcorn, donuts, a maze, and inflatables (costume picture here), but I managed to bribe the girls into avoiding actual trick-or-treating tonight. (C didn't care at all and E gave in as soon as the idea of discomfort was introduced. L was the lone hold-out.) I let them choose whatever candy they wanted to fill their buckets in return for not making us venture out into the cold, wind, and rain. I threw in a movie and cauldron punch, too. (Cauldron punch came with L's cauldron for her costume and tasted like sugared sugar water). It took a little doing, but L was convinced when we were heading to C's doctor appointment. She was complaining about the cold, wind, and rain and I said, "You know this is the weather predicted for Halloween, right?" She and E were quite pleased to dress up, eat all the candy they wanted, and hand out candy to the little kids.
A ran in our neighborhood Halloween 5K on Saturday and rocked a time of 24:41! That's about three minutes off his time from last year! He has worked really hard and is psyched to start running longer distances. The girls and I volunteered for packet hand-out duty on Friday night and held arrow signs again on Saturday morning. It's so much fun to watch the costumed runners run by.
At the race, I was talking to my Swedish friend's four-year-old and she mentioned that her name day was coming up. My MIL said, "Oh yeah, that's a Swedish tradition but I don't know much about it." Turns out that each day has a name or two in the Swedish calendar and you celebrate on the day of your name (or a name close to yours). You can even have TWO name days and celebrate your middle name, too. My name and E's were on there and there were similar names for the rest of our family. My friend says they do something smaller than a birthday - a little celebration and gift. I think this is a HUGE Swedish family fail for A's family. What an awesome tradition! We are incorporating it IMMEDIATELY.
Last week I woke up in the middle of the night and worried for over an hour about my new job and what we're going to do if a kid gets sick and what we're going to do for Thanksgiving/Christmas vacation and what we're going to do when my in-laws are gone for spring break and I still have to work three days. Obviously, middle-of-the-night fretting did not solve anything (DAMMIT), but when I told A, he had a lightbulb moment. He checked to see how much vacation/sick time he has for the rest of the year and guess what? It's a couple of WEEKS worth. Suddenly, my stress is WAY less. I have vacation time, too, but I would like to establish a reputation as a hard worker before I start taking vacations, you know? It's hard to lose a reputation as a slacker.
L wants to learn to type fast. The Mavis Beacon for Kids gets really bad reviews. Any other home typing program suggestions?
This prison lingo list makes me wish I had read it years ago. I would have memorized it and made it the only slang we ever used around our kids. As it is, A and I are saying things to each other like, "She's on the bumper. Don't let her in the car" and "Don't sell me wolf tickets" and "I got jigs" and "Oh, she had such monkey mouth." I want to print this out and carry it around with me so I can work these phrases into my conversations as often as possible.