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Dance Central with Jack

Friday morning I wanted to hit the gym, but Jack firmly said no.  Ben suggested I use our dance game on the Kinect and let him play along.  Here are the results of my efforts, for your enjoyment.  (I have good faith that none of you will judge harshly my expanding body dorky dancing). 


I feel like there should be bonus points for playing with a moving obstacle under your feet, stuffed animal missile attacks, and body recognition interference. Do you hear me, Xbox developers?

Sunriiiiise, sunset

Jack’s speech is improving so quickly.  I’m going to miss many of his simple phrases, so I thought I’d jot them down for memory.

ups ups down = upside down

I do it boy self = I do it by myself

horsey boy = cowboy

Sounds like good idea? = please, can I?

Both! = his answer to any choice I offer

tee tops / Sarah dino / tie tops = triceratops

stegosoarsoar = stegosaurus (you should hear him pluralize it)

semen = musem

quailllll ree lee umm = aquarium (mostly he stumbles in different, funny way each time he tries.  L’s and R’s are still mixed for him)

Pa-Chow = Lightening McQueen’s “Kachow” catchphrase

begwee = spaghetti

cop cop / cop copter / hie copter = helicopter (UPDATE Ben says the correct current version is “hopper copper”)

Grumpies = grandparents

Grumpies, did I forget any?

Long ago I meant to post his Easter bunny quote.  Ben sent me this after dying eggs with Jack, reporting Jack’s response to the Easter bunny hiding the dyed eggs in the morning:
 “I be mad afterwards.  I be saying no no rabbit. Rabbit not be hiding those eggs!”

We also started to teach him jokes this week.  I’m trying to get video of a good exchange to share.  But next time you talk to him you could share a joke or ask him to tell one.  Knock Knock jokes are a favorite, though clearly he has a loose grasp on the structure and source of humor in them. 

Sensory play, AKA, things I picked up on Pinterest

I’m digging all the “sensory play” ideas on Pinterest, and Jack loves them too.

This is a pan of old lentils, rice, and beans.  He drives his trucks in them, practicing digging and loading his dump trucks.  I hid some pretend coins in there, so he can dig for buried treasure over and over.  We also shake the pan flat and practice writing letters and shapes with our fingers.  Easy clean up with a vacuum or broom. 

Jack days

This pan of baking soda idea came from Trish.  She said sometimes she even packs a dinosaur in a water and baking soda lump, and lets Wolfie hatch the egg by dripping the vinegar on it.  I didn’t go that far, but still Jack LOVED this. First making the colored foam.  Then digging around with trucks and dinosaurs. Then adding more and more vinegar until it was more swamp than sand. 

Spring blizzard

Today I had Wolfie over for babysitting.  These two were being pretty turdy, so I had to whip out home-made slime.  Also called, home-made Gak, it’s a simple recipe.  Just water, elmer’s glue, and borax.  Luckily I had just enough glue to make a batch.  There are many recipes online.  At first they were timid to get messy.  But after a few minutes they embraced the slime and were coming up with several ways to play it.  It was even Wolfie’s idea to add dinosaurs.  This kept them busy for 45 minutes after lunch, which is, like, eternity in toddlerhood. 
Slimy babysitting

Slimy babysitting

If anyone has more, cheap, indoor play ideas, I’m all ears. 

Snow Day!

How nice to have a blizzard and experience no stress.  No where to go, no traffic to fight, no problems.

My trusty porch shovel man.
Spring blizzard

Spring blizzard

Pretty snowflakes.
 Spring blizzard

Forming a snowball attack.
Spring blizzard

Tuckered out and cold after his adventure, he drifted to the floor while playing trucks, then retreated to my lap. 
Spring blizzard

After lunch we stayed indoors. That’s a pan of baking soda with colored vinegar. 
Spring blizzard

Over an hour of play time with this one. 
Spring blizzard

Finding a Routine

I love being home every day and every night.  I just love it.

Jack and I are finding lots of fun ways to spend our time.  I try to get my house cleaning done while he watches TV and takes his lingering meals.  (Probably not the best parenting choice, but it self-limits his TV time and he does a really good job cleaning his tray when given plenty of time and good entertainment.  We don’t allow TV with dinner, of course.)  I use his quiet time to do my remote billing work.  In between we play games and run errands.  Today was Monday, so we had story time at the library and a trip to the grocery store (completed with horsey ride).

Here are some pictures from the last week.

Jack days

(Two toddler boys with hammers. I’m amazed that no fingers were smashed)
Jack days

Jack days

Jack days

I’m working on more regular play-dates with Wolfie.  Not only do we parents get a little break, but the boys get some great play time together.  

On the weekend (oh, glorious word!) Ben and I had a bona fide date.  We went to the new Alamo Drafthouse to see Oz.  Now, the movie was as expected- pretty to look at and mildly entertaining, but no greatness.  However, the theater is why I wanted to go. What an awesome place!  It’s gorgeous, reserved seating, comfortable, with delicious food you can order during the film.  They don’t have ads; in their place you will find vintage reels of material tailored to the film for the 20 minutes prior to showtime.  It was such a fun experience, I can’t wait to see another movie there. 

San Diego

My first week at home was capped off with a quick trip to San Diego.  Ben and Jack went to Maine to celebrate Easter with the Masons, so I joined my family in SoCal.

There are many more photos on my flickr photostream, at the link on the right side of this blog.

San Diego morning

San Diego morning

San Diego morning

San Diego morning

San Diego afternoon

San Diego afternoon

Easter in San Diego
Easter in San Diego

Goodbye and Hello

I’m LOVING this stay at home thing.  Plenty of errands and fun things to keep me occupied.  I’m not going to miss the paperwork or the pager or the vomiting or the cranky hospital staff. 

Good-bye to this!

Last day of workLast day of work

Hello to this!

First day homeFirst day home

For now it feels like extended vacation.  I’m sure it will be some time before the finality of this sinks in.  But at least I can sleep through the night, sleep in the morning (until 7:30!), and schedule appointments any day I please.  Jack is sick this week and for the first time I’m not filled with dread for when I will catch it and how bad it make working for me.

My last patient


Written Saturday night

Watching the lines turn from scarlet to salmon pink, I jot down the last ten numbers for my flowsheet. I deftly clamp the patient’s lines and strip them off the machine front while pre-rinsing it with water. After the double beep I drop the two jiggly wand connectors into the vinegar, which still smells like pickles to me.
I make a tight cinnamon-roll of gauze and press it to his arm while I ease out the first needle. I’m careful with the wiggly sharp and tube, like a one fanged snake. As I hold pressure on his arm I put my right foot back in tendu derriere, a trick I taught myself years ago to relieve back pressure when I have to stoop. A Spanish language game show blares on his TV. My gaze wanders over his shoulder to the window behind him. This hospital has the best views; I will miss it.
Today the snow has left a heavy frosting on downtown Denver. The trees in the park are drooping under the heavy dollops received today. The creek is swollen from the downpour. The traffic moves slowly along Denver’s main thoroughfare, brown and slushy. Like usual, it’s Saturday evening and I’m alone in the my unit with my last patient, waiting to close up shop. I wonder how long it will be until I can join those folks on the road to somewhere better. I wonder if I have will be coming back here in a few hours when I should be asleep in bed. But luckily no one needed plasmapheresis that night.
I shift my weight and put my toes on the base of the dialysis machine, right next to the bicarbonate jugs. A great way to stretch my calf; good to do several times during an ICU run. I only hold it a few seconds before switching to the second needle site. Luckily this patient is lucid and strong enough to hold pressure on his arm, so I get a jump start on wiping down all the equipment and telling his nurse on the floor how he did. Twenty minutes later they wheel him away and I tell him “Hasta luego,” even though it’s a lie. After locking up the needles and paperwork I’m leaving here and not coming back. I’m not a dialysis nurse anymore.

F-R-double– No, the long way!

F! R! E! E!
It’s time for my biggest announcement yet:
I QUIT!!!!!!!!!
Three weeks ago I gave notice to my employer. Saturday was my last shift as an RN. Oh, I will keep my license up, for sure. But I won’t be a dialysis nurse for the time being.
Inevitably when I tell someone I quit working, they ask “What are you going to do now? Work at a chronic clinic? You got another gig?” “Nope,” I tell them with a grin on my face. “I’m going to be a mom for a while.”
While having a nanny/child in daycare is possible, and we certainly make more money with two incomes, we learned that it’s not the lifestyle we want. Ben and I decided it is very important to us that we have a parent in the home. Not only to raise our child/ren but to be the head of household and keep our family running. Lots of things have fallen through the cracks with us both working. We have been feeling like we are barely making it through each week since Ben went back to work in September.
Not only is it hard with both parents working, MY job in particular was hard. I was exhausted after every shift. We never knew how long I would have to work. I was on call more days than not, plus callback increased frequency from 33% two years ago to 75% now (I tracked it). Ben could never commit to activities with friends because my job controlled our life. I feel like I have been living with a heavy net over my head.
Plus the job has gotten out of control with work or duties in addition to my shifts: daily emails about apheresis treatments and patients for the next day, classes required for each hospital every time they roll out a new product or policy, maintaining personnel records at every hospital as well as our own company, staff meetings, weekly emails extolling all the things we are doing wrong, etc. It felt like I never had a day off. Even if none of the above applied, I’d be trying to gather my strength to make it through the next marathon day.
The negative feedback was continuous, even if it is aimed at others who are doing things wrong (I freely brag that I am quite obsessed with following policy and documentation, so rarely did these emails apply to me). Morale was low. Every aspect of our work has become more complicated over the last few years. Chloramine checks went from 10 seconds three times a day to 18 minutes 5 times a day. Jugs went from bleaching weekly to bleaching daily. RO water checks doubled in frequency on portable runs. We triple document some charting at every hospital. We record on/off times SIX times for each treatment. The daily To-Do list has doubled in length. Etc etc etc. It’s ridiculous really.
The work itself is fine. I like being a procedure nurse. I’m really really good at what I do. I will miss that part of it, and miss my co-workers too. I will miss that proud feeling that swells when I read stuff like this.
But when I faced the choice to go part-time I declined. Less hours wouldn’t mean less stress. All of the above would continue but with a lesser paycheck. No, I wanted a clean break. I’m burnt out.
Sure, I might go back to dialysis some day, or certainly another nursing job. I’m well trained and had a fantastic (nearly) four years. But for the next few years, I’m going to be a mom for reals.
. . . . 
Except for my new work-at-home gig for The Retina Center, because a little pocket money and insurance assistance is still welcome. But working for my parents at home is a LOT different than the above. So I have been loudly singing in my head all day:
[PSEUDOLUS]
Oh, what a word!
Oh, what a word!
Say it again.
[HERO]
Free!
[PSEUDOLUS]
I often thought,
I often dreamed how it would be–
And yet I never thought I’d be–
Once again.
[HERO]
Free!
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