This Little Guy

As a parent of both a girl and a boy, I am amazed at how much harder it is to potty train the latter sex. Biologically speaking, it would seem as if boys have all of the advantages--they can do it sitting, standing, ready-aim-fire...whatever suits their fancy. But whereas we were able to potty-train EB in less than a month, we are now going on month #6 with B.

We have tried bribing. We have begged. We have even threatened. But I have come to a realization that there is, simply, one thing that is keeping this little guy from using one of his five, strategically placed potties: He just doesn't give a damn.

With EB, all we had to do was go on a diaper hiatus, and she hated the feel of wet clothes so much so that she was almost an overnight convert. BBoy, on the other hand, just goes whenever, wherever. After all, why bother stopping what you are doing when you can just let it flow? 

Here is a case in point. A couple of weeks ago, K went to the daycare to pick up B, and saw our son dressed like this:

His teacher explained that B had a particularly crummy potty-training day, and ended up soiling through all of his spare pants. This was the only extra outfit they had left, so it was either Tweedledee or the birthday suit.

We thought it was hilarious. And instead of changing him before heading out to dinner, we decided to parade him around in his outfit of shame the way they paraded around Hester Prynne in The Scarlet Letter. But instead of hanging his head in shame, this guy walked with his head held-high, flashing smiles at the other diners. And to further prove how little he cared,  he decided to relieve himself as we were walking into the house.

In conclusion: this little guy -- he just doesn't give a damn.

Three Simple Steps to Scare the Bejesus Out of Your Little Brother

Step 1 -- "Invite" a larger-than-life inflatable purple alien it to supper.

 Step 2 -- Quickly hide behind the alien and claim that it likes to eat little boys.

Step 3 -- Success.

Rest in Peace

A little over forty-seven years ago, this lovely lady gave birth to this wee guy that would eventually become my witty, caring husband. Sadly, my mother-in-law passed away tonight after having been hospitalized for 11 days. If the saying is true that every cloud has a silver lining—our silver lining is that we all had a chance to see her in her last few days and say goodbye. Even though she was unconscious throughout, I truly believe she knew that we were there with her.

It was pure chance and timing that we ended up in Detroit during her last week of life. I had a work-related event, and K and the kids decided to join me during the weekend to spend time with family and friends. We knew that my mother-in-law had gone to the hospital due to complications from pneumonia, but it wasn't until after we landed that we were told how much havoc the pneumonia had wreaked on her already stalling system. By the time we got to the hospital, she was unconscious from morphine and drugs that they had pumped into her system. She had deteriorated to such a state that it was a (sad) blessing to see her go.

It’s not news that K’s mom had been sick and her body had been on a steady decline for years. But no matter how much you prepare for it, it’s hard. K has been a trooper throughout, and I can only imagine how difficult it must be for him. 

Although I never had a chance to get to know her too well—distance and generation gap got in the way—I do know that she loved and raised a wonderful son. She fueled his curiosity and passion. She taught him to be kind, for she had a gentle heart herself. She was sentimental and romantic, saving each and every letter and memento. She was a good mother-in-law to me and loved the kids.

May you rest in peace, Peggy Koch. You are loved and will be missed.

My Epi-Lasik Eye Surgery

As I was packing for my business trip last night, I was able to leave behind items that I have had to pack in the last 25 years of my life: contact case, solution, back-up lens and glasses.

I had an Epi-lasik procedure done around three weeks ago to correct my nearsightedness. Prior to the surgery, my myopia clocked in at around 20/300, meaning that I was beyond legally blind. While I had been able to get by with contact lens and glasses, my dependence on these "artificial eyes" exploded into a full-blown frustration for me during my trip to Cancun last year. I had realized that I forgot to pack my contact case, but naively thought that the resort would carry stuff for the visually-challenged, forgetful lots like me. Turns out they had everything but contact stuff. Want to freshen your breath?—No problem; they have gum, mint, mouth wash, you name it. Want to reap the benefits of minty-fresh breath and a great tan?—They've got you covered with condoms of all formats and sizes. But you forget your contact lens?—You are s*&t out of luck. I ended up having to improvise with a few bottle caps; it’s a wonder that I didn't end up with any form of conjunctivitis.

Despite my absolute glee about no longer having to wear glasses and lenses, the recovery process has been long and challenging. In fact, I have a long way to go, since the words that I type are still somewhat blurry.

To go into why things have been blurry for so long, I probably need to briefly explain the Epi-lasik procedure. It is performed for folks who are not good candidates for the basic Lasik procedure, and unlike its more popular sibling, the Epi-Lasik demands a much longer healing time. The doctor removes the entire top layer of your eyes before lasering them down to the right shape, and afterwards, you have to wait for your eyes to slowly heal. The healing process takes anywhere between a month to six months, and I've had many moments of despair in which I've searched the inter-web to find testimonials, blogs, anything to make me believe that I will have a perfect 20/20 vision in a few months. I thought I would chronicle my own experience as well, so that I can (hopefully) look back on this in the near future and realize that I just needed to be more patient through the healing process.

Days 1 – 3 after the surgery 

My daily routine went something like this:

• Wake up. Eat some food. Take my pain meds, administer three different types of eye drops. 
• Listen to my Dances with Dragons audio book before dozing off. 
• Wake up 20 minutes later to find that I had slept through the last chapter of the book. Rewind, fall back asleep for three hours. 
• Wake up, say hello to family, repeat the cycle.

They made me wear these crazy eye-shields while I slept so that I wouldn't inadvertently scratch my eyes out. EB was completely creep-ed out every time I wore the shields. She thought that the little air-holes made me look like some creepy she-fly.

Look, Mom--I'm a fly

For the most part, I did not feel much pain. The worst was on the morning of day 2, when my light sensitivity was so bad that it felt like someone was shining the power of 300 volt football stadium lights into my eye sockets. The sensation went away 20 minutes after I took my pain meds – nothing a little cocktail of Demerol couldn't fix.

This is how I looked about 15 min after Demerol

Day 4 after the surgery

I felt no more pain, and stopped taking my pain killers altogether. I was to have my first post-op the next morning, and if all went well, I would be able to drive myself back to work. That night, I made the mistake of popping open my laptop to see how well I could see. Holy crap – everything was blurry. I had to enable the visually impaired function and blow up everything to around 20 point font. Discouraged, I closed my laptop and decided to call it a night. 

Day 5 after the surgery

Although I saw doubles of everything, I tested 20/40, and got the green-light to drive myself back to work. In the bright outdoors, everything looked crystal-clear but once I entered the office, it was almost as if the office was slightly fogged over. Starring at laptop for any period of time was a challenge, and I found myself reaching for my rewetting drops once every two minutes, making me look like I was constantly dripping tears -- not a good look at all.

Weeks 2-3 after the surgery

While my visions have gotten better over time, I am still seeing overlaps of letters. I have gotten used to working with super-sized fonts, to my co-workers’ continued bemusement. At the end of the third week, I went back to my eye doctor, and was bummed to learn that my vision had not improved since he last saw me. He told me that the four-times-a-day steroid drops were causing negative effects on my vision, so he made me half the number of dosage. He assured me that I would see a huge difference in a week (pun intended). But, I still felt pretty disheartened. I drove myself back to the office after the appointment and resumed work on my super-sized font laptop.

Week 4 - Current week

After further regressing on the day that I cut down my steroid solution, my vision all of a sudden took a turn for the better. I would say that this week, my vision is at 80%. My left eye is blurrier than my right eye, but for the most part, words seem crisper. I am feeling more optimistic, and we shall see how things go in a couple of weeks when I go back to my ophthalmologist.

Over and out for now.

Dueling Piano

It's been a while since my last blog, but part of the reason is that it's been a month since I've been able to see much of anything. I had an epi-LASIK procedure done about four weeks ago, which has made it a bit of a challenge to blog, read, or work for that matter. More on that later.

In the meantime, here is a fun little animated gif that K created to capture our two budding musicians. BBoy often feels left out when EB is practicing the piano, so we brought down a toy piano to keep him occupied. Little did we know that they would start their dueling piano routine.

A Little Bed Time Story

Once upon a time, there was pre-tween girl who desperately wanted to keep her meddling little brother from messing up her room.

She wrote notes:

"Dear B your asleep, I'm awake. Just because I'm not there
doesn't mean you can come in my room!"

She posted warnings:

She even built robots whose sole purpose on this earth was to keep him out of her room.

But this little guy...he didn't give a damn. 

He kept destroying and playing with things that did not belong to him, causing his sister grief. Which, in turn, led to lots of eye-rolling, lecturing and yelling from Mom and Dad.

But in the end, the girl realized that even though he can be kind of a bugger sometimes, he's really not so bad to have around.

Besides, who else would she able to mock and ridicule?

The end. For now.

Way Too Fast

I spent a good part of the New Year's Eve sorting through the kids' outgrown stuff, getting them ready for donation, give-aways and Craig's List. Everyone tells you to enjoy your kids because it goes too fast. But you don't quite realize how fast it really goes until you are staring at the stuff that not one, but both of your kids--who are five years apart, no less--have outgrown.

Here's the changing table that we received as a gift over seven years ago. It managed to withstand both of our wiggling, screaming, poopy kids. Both EB and BBoy pretty much hated laying still so they squirmed, rolled and kicked through most of their diaper changing sessions. Towards the end, one of its corners cracked and K ended up having to reinforce it with a heavy-duty metal wire. It's a simple changing table, but it served us well. In-between wiggles and kicks, K and I would kiss and bite their little toes, tickle them and gobble them up while they belly-laughed. I am going to miss this changing table.

EB at six months

BBoy at three months

Here's the crib that both kids slept in the first two years. Most nights they slept peacefully, 10-12 hours at a time (yes, we got lucky on that front). EB slept in that crib until two-and-a-half, whereas BBoy graduated to a big boy bed a few months shy of two. The little guy kept trying to climb out of the crib (he's a sneaky one), so we figured it was time.

BBoy planning his escape

EB peacefully sleeping

And then there's the little car that EB scooted around in. And the doggy walker that BBoy leaned on and learned to walk. Baby bottles and baby sippy cups. Bags of their outgrown booties, shoes and onesies.

In a blink of an eye, EB has moved on from giggling, singing toddler to to the still-giggling, still singing, sometimes eye-rolling and sulking pre-tween girl. BBoy is not too far behind, trying desperately to keep up with his big sis, struggling for more and more independence each day. And I look at both of them with awe, excitement, wistfulness.
























My 2014 resolution? Cherish each day. Because it really does go too fast.