The other night Parker turned to Lena and I, red faced and clutching his throat. I don’t think I need to go into the details as to how that made us feel. But we “freaked”. The good news was he was able to cry and sort of talk so I knew his airway was not completely obstructed. After a moment he seemed fine and we asked him what had happened. We got his confession that he swallowed “some coins”. Fortunately it was a single penny and he added that “it hurt a little after I swallowed it”. That must have been during the whole throat clutching episode.
We took him to the local ER where they took the X-ray. The penny had already moved to his lower intestine so nothing more to worry about really. The tongue…that’s classic Parker.
Parker is so happy when he gets to play tennis – just look at the happiness in his face – pure joy even though I think it was over 90 degrees that day.
Kids find pure joy in the littlest things, live in the moment, don’t hold grudges…..I know us adults have responsibilities, but shouldn’t we be able to do the same – we should try and learn from our kids that it’s about the moment, the moment that you have this very second. Life is way too short to be missing out on those special moments because we’re too worried about the past…and the future.
The other day I dropped Parker off at school. The drop off didn’t go very well…..he cried when I was about to leave and held onto me. The teacher had to come over and get him so I could leave. Those kind of drop offs are ohhh so hard, even though I know the minute I leave he is perfectly fine. But all us moms know how hard it can be……..
When I picked Parker up from school, I asked him:
“why did you cry when I left this morning”
Parker said -
“mom, it sucks when you leave”
I think that pretty much summed it up. I didn’t even say anything about the “bad word” because sometimes in life using “bad words” may be the only way to describe something.
My son has finally overcome his fear of Jumpy Jumps! He just decided on Sunday that he was not scared anymore and went on every single jumpy jump, including the big slide He didn’t even acknowledge me anymore after his fear was gone….he used to have to have me by his side the entire time (and didn’t want me to go on anything either). Bring on the Pump it Up parties!!! We are very proud of you Parker.
Jon was all smiles this morning knowing it was his party day. We had a small family only gathering to celebrate Jon turning two. We love you Jon, happy birthday.
The other day I asked my parents who are both retired what they do, besides watching the grandkids from time to time, to make their days interesting. My Dad replied:
“Well, for example, the other day your mother and I went into town and went into a shop.
We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.
We went up to him and I said, ‘Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Dumb *ss. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.
So your mother called him a sh*t head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket.
This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Just then our bus arrived and we got on it and went home.”
Ok, so the title of this post is taken from an article in the Wall Street Journal. As I am now into the last two weeks before The San Francisco Marathon, I was intrigued to read what race the WSJ found so scary. Turns out the nightmare of a race is The San Francisco Marathon. The marathon that Lena and I will be running in just under two weeks. The marathon that I am hoping to join club 26.2 by running.
The article goes on to talk about how hilly the course is and how it lacks big sponsorship like the Chicago and New York marathons have. It also talks about how some runners tend to shy away from it because they cannot get a PR (personal record/personal best) time on this course. I say “don’t be such a wuss”. I’m the first to admit that I love using technology with regards to running. GPS watch, special hydration formulas, and easily absorbed nutrition have all played a part in my training for the upcoming race. But when I am out there running 15, 18, or 20+ miles at a time, I simply enjoy the run. My pace per mile is more of a “sanity check” for me. If my legs start feeling like they weigh 20 pounds heavier than when I started, it’s usually because I have increased my pace-per-mile. As I mentioned above, this is my first marathon attempt. I’m not really concerned about how long it takes me to cross the finish line..but that I do.
For all those runners out there obsessed with their finish time, don’t you think you can still feel you had an accomplished run by merely completing one of the toughest (and arguably most scenic) urban marathons in North America?
He didn’t even acknowledge me anymore after his fear was gone….he used to have to have me by his side the entire time (and didn’t want me to go on anything either). Bring on the Pump it Up parties!!! We are very proud of you Parker.
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