Saturday, October 31, 2009

Just plastic and metal.

Just plastic and metal. Not flesh and soul. Just plastic and metal. Not flesh and soul. Just plastic and metal. Not flesh and soul. Just plastic and metal. Not flesh and soul.

That's all I could say when I drove up to a head-on crash last night that (we think) has left the RDX totaled. Bill walked away - thank you again, God.

He was coming up behind the mall on Cumberland and was just passing the Chuck. He was in the far right lane of three. The two left lanes all line up to turn onto Spring Road and always back up early during rush hour. Those two lanes were stopped. Bill's was not. A car came from the opposite direction, and saw that the first two lanes were stopped, yet had no vision about the third lane. He turned left (into Carrabas/old Roasters) in front of the first two lanes and entered the third lane, just as Bill came up the hill and into view.

Bill hit the front of the other car head-on. His airbag deployed, and the front half of his car looks like it fell from a cliff. The paramedics were amazed that he wasn't more injured. He has some bruising and burn marks on his wrists and a stiff neck, but that's it. We don't know anything about the other driver. He was older and was taken away by the ambulance, though the paramedics didn't think it was life-threatening.

The car was towed to basically a junk yard last night, and GEICO is towing it again to their "special lot" in Loganville. That move alone means "don't expect to see this car again," and they strongly suggested Bill remove every item from his car. That meant Bill had to go to the corner of Windy Hill and South Cobb last night at 9pm to rummage through and make sure he got every last thing out. When I asked him about the place he simply said, "yeah, a little scary."

Thank you again to my longtime sister Shannon for dropping everything, rushing to my house and taking care of the boys. Her steadiness in purpose allowed me to get to Bill focused and calm.

He is momentarily taking off at the Silver Comet Trail getting ready to run another half marathon, though admittedly he doesn't think this will be his best race ever.

I don't care how slow he runs. In my opinion, it's the best run he's ever had.

Just plastic and metal.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Trading my virginity for cheap prices

1. Sorry about the blog-out. I just haven't felt inspired to write anything... though I actually do have a backlog of photos I have taken over the past two weeks. I'll get to them some day.

2. Now, please stop the snickering and snooky comments about my virginity. Two kids is proof positive that it no longer exists anyway. This is a story of another sorts.

As Bill can undoubtedly verify, I grocery shop each week at three different stores - Publix, ALDI and COSTCO. Each store has unique items that I prefer, and I basically have my shopping process down to a science.

Because of this ultra-organization (not something I'm generally known for!) I have been hesitant to venture into any other grocery-type stores, thus I might need to now visit four stores each week for specifically tagged items.

For a long time I have been reluctant to tackle Trader Joes, afraid that I might love it too much. And since there is not a Trader Joes extremely close (15-20 minutes each way in decent traffic) and I'm already a fan of ALDI's $3 wine, I have been able to avoid it without guilt.

Well, thanks to Liz's bad-girl influence I'm now a Trader Joes Floosey.

The unique options! The great prices! The fun atmosphere!

And of course, the free samples, cookies, balloons and stickers... what more could a woman (or a three year-old boy) ask for from a new romance?

I guess next time I'm at COSTCO I'd better gas up the van. It looks like I'm gonna be driving a little more.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Return of the Wooba Wooba Monster


As a little girl there was a singular word in my vocabulary that could - when repeated in slow, menacing tones - send me running, screaming and shrieking ... in delight!

When the Wooba Wooba Monster appeared (generally after dinner when Dad should have been helping us to calm down rather than rile us up) the situation would quickly dissolved into pure mayhem in the Mershon household.

Michael would climb onto Dad's back and chase his
poor, defenseless sister (that would be me!) around the house while terrorizing her with the all-fearful chant of "Wooba! Wooba! Wooba!"

I would shriek. I would run. Dad (with Michael on board) would chase on all fours.

And Mom would predictably warn, "Skip, they just ate...!" (though I'm pretty sure none of us ever threw up.)

Fast forward 30+ years.

I am cleaning up dinner dishes, and Bill and the boys are playing loudly and crazily in the living room, through the dining room, around the kitchen and back again.

Bill is chasing them. The boys are running, screaming and shrieking ... in delight!

Parker climbs on Bill's back, and before I can stop myself I call out, "Bill, they just ate...!"

[Sigh]

The Wooba Wooba Monster has been reincarnated in Smyrna, Ga.

And I have become my mother.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Drama when you least expect it


Brady and I went to see Dr. Ellerine this past Thursday for his 6-year well-visit check. While we were there about a month ago to deal with the phantom bloody ear episode, this was supposed to be a more relaxed, stress-free visit.... or so I thought.

To begin with, I had prepared Brady that he and Parker would be receiving their flu shots next Tuesday from Mommy's doctor, as the pediatrician was not making appointments for flu shots (they were awaiting their next shipment). What I did not realize was that if you were visiting the office for another reason, they had enough left to give you one. So, I weighed my options and decided that getting Brady's shot while there made sense. Parker could still go see Mommy's doctor on Tuesday. This would leave me only one screaming child at a time, right?

Thus, Drama #1. When Brady took one look into the "Orange Room" (the little cubbyhole generally reserved for vaccinations) he started to cry. Lucky for us all, Dr. E's nurse is the bomb and quietly shepherded him back to the exam room with the needle on her clipboard. I pulled Brady onto my lap (no small feat these days) and she was done in an instant.

Thinking we were done with needles, I told him nothing else would hurt. I sure wish I had known about the finger prick BEFORE I promised that one!

Enter Drama #2. You would have thought that she used a plunger to suck the blood from him the way he screamed at the finger prick. This child seriously has no tolerance for pain or needles. Good news is that his hemoglobin and cholesterol are perfectly normal.

When the nurse left, I thought it was all smooth-sailing from there. You would think I'd have learned by now.

Enter (Mommy) Drama #3. Dr. E asked Brady a bunch of questions about school, sports, sleep habits, eating habits, etc. He answered them all gladly and with ease. Then she looked at me and asked how he was doing in school. I answered her that we had no academic concerns. He is reading, doing math, writing well, etc.

I did however mention that on his progress report last week the only areas where he seems to fall short are conduct and control related. While he has "Mastered" many of the kindergarten skills and is "Progressing" in the remainder, he did receive the infamous "Needs Improvement" in using suitable voice control, not interrupting, letting other children answer, etc.

Now, when I had received the progress report I chuckled when I read it. We all know Brady's communication level - and we know that what is one of his greatest strengths can also be one of his weaknesses. What I wasn't prepared for was when Dr. E. looked at me and (over Brady's talking head) asked me if I thought perhaps we have ADHD with which to contend.

WHAT?!?! Did she really just throw that wrench? Now, according to Wikipedia (the proverbial answer for everything) here is what we're talking about:

Attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder is a neurobehavioral developmental disorder. ADHD is primarily characterized by the co-existence of attentional problems and hyperactivity, with each behavior occurring infrequently alone. While symptoms may appear to be innocent and merely annoying nuisances to observers, if left untreated, the persistent and pervasive effects of ADHD symptoms can insidiously and severely interfere with one's ability to get the most out of education, fulfill one's potential in the workplace, establish and maintain interpersonal relationships, and maintain a generally positive sense of self.

Shaking my head I said, "but he can easily sit and concentrate on reading, Legos, writing/coloring, etc. He can totally get into something and focus well." Yes, most ADHD kids can "hyper-focus," she said. What they cannot do is focus on one thing when there are other distractions around or control their reactions and their voices/bodies when there are surrounding interruptions to their focus.

Oh. Crap.

At this point all we can do is keep parenting and guiding, making sure we communicate regularly with his teachers about his classroom behavior. She said the other key thing to monitor closely is his self-esteem. One of the most heartbreaking parts of ADHD is that kids receive so much negative attention for their behaviors that they begin to think of themselves as bad kids.


This puts a lump in my throat just thinking about it. Brady has such an amazing sense of self, and the thought of him feeling defeated just kills me as a mom. Now, maybe it's all a bunch of babble that will right itself as he matures. Maybe not. Who knows at this point?

What I am 100% certain of is that this little boy - weighing in at 46 inches and 48 pounds - possesses such an amazing mind and an excitable, open and loving spirit. People who meet him - kids and adults alike - are drawn to his personality and his intelligence. He offers so much creativity and passion to this world.

What his future holds is of course unknown, but as a 'Mama Bear,' I will protect those gifts.