A week of unexpected events

Let’s see…

Monday, the gas company’s meter-reader discovered a leak in our gas line that had to be repaired immediately. (It was.)

Tuesday, I discovered that someone had “borrowed” our credit card number, and I had to spend hours calling multiple companies to dispute claims, request refunds, and attempt to reclaim several hundred dollars in unauthorized charges. (I think I was successful.)

Wednesday, L. came down with a mystery illness, primarily involving a high fever, that continued through Thursday. (We’ve spent the better part of two days cuddling on a comfy chair together.)

I’m hoping our weekend is a bit more calm and predictable.

In other news, we conducted a taste-testing in our house tonight…involving the Bacon Bar. Watch for an exciting review post, including fascinating video and an in-depth (or not-so-in-depth) discussion on the combination of bacon and chocolate. I’m sure it will be riveting.

I hope your week has been less “eventful” than ours. Unless, of course, you thrive on excitement. In which case, I’m going to call you next time things start going haywire around here, okay?

Dear…

Dear mother who dragged your child, screaming and kicking, out of Target,

I heard your little boy yelling, “But I WANTED that!” at the top of his lungs. And I heard you calmly tell him, “No” as you wrestled him into the car. I just wanted to say, Good Job. Whether you said no for financial reasons, or simply because he needed to realize that he can’t have everything he wants, you stuck to your guns and I applaud you for that. I know it’s embarrassing to walk through the parking lot with a screeching kid (been there, done that), but it’ll pay off.

Warmly,

A fellow mom and occasional screaming-child-dragger

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Dear girls in the study group sitting next to me at Panera –

I know that there are three of you, and only one cute guy in your little group. And I know it’s much more fun to flatter him and flirt with him and offer to get him a refill than it is to study your Trigonometry. And I’m sure he’s enjoying all the attention. But in the long run, you’ll be served better by doing your math. However, I also know that there’s no point trying to convince you of this fact, so I’ll just stay in my booth, smiling at your silly antics, glad that I’m no longer in high school.

Sincerely,

A concerned observer

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Dear Target,

It’s January. And we live in a cold climate. You really don’t have to put out the shorts and swimsuits just yet. It’s nothing more than a reminder that we’re stuck with gray skies and either snow or sleet for the foreseeable future.

~ Your faithful patron

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Dear Cheez-Its,

I’m sorry I had to leave you, rejected and bereft, on the grocery store shelf. The truth is, I would have loved to toss you in my cart and take you home with me. But the rest of the truth is, you have a tendency to take my self-control, wad it up in a little ball, and throw it in the trash. Therefore, I had to leave you at the store, where your orange cheeesy goodness cannot call to me from kitchen pantry, and where your salty squares cannot become my primary intake for the next two days.

Resolutely,

Katrina, attempting to exercise self-control

A few notes about our Thanksgiving weekend

I’m not really feeling ready to get back to the “real world” just yet, are you? It’s been a nice weekend; we had a lovely Thanksgiving. And I’m still holding on to it…I haven’t even thought about decorating for Christmas yet, though I know I’ll have to eventually.

In the meantime, I’ll give you a random list of “stuff from our Thanksgiving weekend”:

1. Thanksgiving dinner was very nice, very filling, and very yummy. C. helped me with my Pumpkin Cheesecake preparation, and even took almost-full responsibility for the crust. He did a fine job, I must say. Here he is measuring out 30 oz. of gingersnaps to put in the food processor:

2. Despite the yumminess of the Thanksgiving dinner, L. refused to eat any of it. Can you guess what he ate instead? Cheerios and Apple Jacks. I kid you not. I’m sure the Pilgrims and Indians from centuries ago were rolling in their graves as my 2-year-old turned down candied yams, moist turkey, rolls, & cranberry sauce, and instead asked for “More Papple Gacks, peeeze!” Oh well. More for the rest of us, I guess.

3. We finally watched Wall-E, a movie we missed when it was in theaters. (Who am I kidding? We pretty much miss ALL movies in theaters. Netflix is our friend.) We really enjoyed it (though I might have liked the “Burn-E” short even more).

4. Our local Christian bookstore moved to a new location recently and I thought I’d just “pop over and check it out” since I had a fantastic coupon and figured it’d be slow. (No, I didn’t go on Black Friday.) My first clue that I was dead wrong came when I realized that there was not a single parking space to be found when I maneuvered my way into the incredibly inconveniently-situated parking lot.

My second clue came when I could not get in the door because it was blocked by a giant caterpillar. Sadly, the caterpillar was not there in honor of me, but rather it was Hermie, there to entertain children. I fought my way through the toddler and preschool mob, only to find myself face to face with gigantic vegetables: Bob and Larry. There is something wrong when Bob the Tomato is taller than me. I was surprised that children were not screaming in fear. Needless to say, I survived, but learned my lesson: absolutely NO shopping on Thanksgiving weekend. Ever.

5. Yesterday morning, before we left for church, I forced asked my kids to let me take some pictures of them together, hoping to get a good one for our Christmas cards. Because really, what better time to yell things like, “Stop moving! Keep smiling! Try to look like you love your brother! Look at the camera!” than right before you leave for church? L. alternated between being annoyed that C.’s head was in his personal space, and being happy to see his brother looking so joyful. Though this isn’t the picture we’re using on the card, I was quite happy to snap this candid moment between the two of them:

Well, that about covers things here. Hope your weekend was as nice as ours!

Google recognizes worth of people like me

I have to admit, I have diagnosed more than one illness with the help of Dr. Google.

At the first sign of illness in any member of my family, I’ve been known to hop on Google and begin a search involving symptoms, diagnoses, incubations, durations, treatment methods, and of course, “when to call the doctor.”

I like to be prepared. And to know how much sleep I can expect to get the following night.

I don’t do this for every illness, though. For example, I’m already well-versed in any and all details pertaining to upper respiratory infections. Especially since we’ve had about a gajillion hundreds of them pass through this house. So I don’t need a consultation with Google to know that a humidifier, some Pediacare and plenty of fluids are in order.

But whenever a particularly stressful, serious, or miserable infection seems to be festering in one of my loved ones, Google is my faithful sidekick.

Last February, Chad got the flu. Because I’ve memorized I’m familiar with Guide to Your Child’s Symptoms, I was quick to recognize flu-like symptoms in an adult. Nevertheless, I used a quick Google search to confirm that the sudden fever, complete exhaustion, and even painful eye movements were, indeed, signs that Influenza had arrived.

Fortunately, Dr. Google helped me figure out how many days to lock my husband in the bedroom to contain the disease encourage my husband to give in to bed-rest. And Dr. Google also pointed me to a handy tool: the CDC’s Flu Activity Map.

Aha! The perfect resource. With the CDC’s Flu Activity Map, I could determine when it would finally be safe to go out in public again. Unfortunately, that time didn’t come until April, and I had to get bread and milk long before then. So instead, I just checked the map so I knew exactly how much to worry about flu infections. At least it was good for something.  (Although my kids had received flu shots, the CDC was warning me that the shot was not all that effective last year. Hence, my concern.)

This year, I was amused, yet pleased, to read Google’s announcement that — thanks to people like me who use the Google search bar to type in symptoms and other illness-related queries — they think they can predict flu outbreaks just like the CDC does, except faster.

See, they keep track of what people search for. And if they see tons of people in Louisville, Kentucky or Billings, Montana searching for things like “sudden fever,” “body aches,” “extreme fatigue,” and “flu symptoms,” they can guess that a flu outbreak might be on the horizon. It turns out that I’m not the only person who visits Dr. Google before calling Dr. Pediatrician or Dr. Family Physician.

Google has put up a new site this year — Google Flu Trends.  Another tool to help me track the spread and intensity of influenza in my area.

So this year, if it turns out that the flu shot is ineffective, my concern about flu infections will be much closer to “real-time concern,” since Google thinks they can predict flu trends 10-14 days faster than the CDC does (since the CDC waits for data from physicians and hospitals to trickle in). This is great. After all, if you’re going to worry, you might as well be efficient and timely about it.

So today, I’d like to say: “You’re welcome, Google. You’re welcome for coming to you first, whenever someone in our house gets sick. You’re welcome for typing in symptoms, looking up treatment options, and bookmarking helpful sites. You’re welcome for aiding you in tracking the flu in my area. Really, I’m glad to help.”

[Editor's note: My tendency to occasionally worry about illnesses may have been slightly exaggerated in this post. I'm sure my husband would be quick to assure you that I am the very picture of serenity whenever I feel we are in danger of contracting the flu or a vicious stomach bug. Or, at least, he'd say that I get better about it as my kids get older. Right honey?]

Random Stuff

Here’s some random stuff going on here that I’m shoving into one rambling mish-mashed post:

Baking

I had seen the book, Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day, praised on numerous blogs and finally picked up my own copy last week. Let me just say that I am normally a yeast-a-phobe. I messed up a yeasty bread early on in my baking career and have lived in fear of yeast ever since. Basically, I cope with that fear by just avoiding yeast and sticking to nice easy things like quick breads and yummy desserts. So taking the plunge into baking actual bread with actual yeast took a bit of fortitude for me.

Happily, it’s turned out great. Chad and C. love the homemade bread and it is seriously easy to make. No kneading, no punching down, no need to worry too much about the temperature of your kitchen. Super-easy. And very yummy. I’ve only made the basic recipe so far, but I’m looking forward to experimenting with other recipes in the book.

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Tired…

….Of being sick or having sick kids. L.’s over the croup, but now C. and I both have colds. It’s only November! How many illnesses will we have by February?? Ugh.

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L.-ism

A week or so ago, we were eating dinner. L. picked up a cracker (of a variety he’d never had before), took a bite, and then said, “Mmmmm…. Tasty!”

Tasty? Where do 2-year-olds pick this stuff up? We got a kick out of it, though.

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Changes

I think Callapidder Days is going to experience a major overhaul this weekend. So if you try to click over and it’s not working, please be patient — it just means I’m working behind the scenes. I’m going to try to get things done quickly, but if there’s a hitch, I apologize in advance.