{"id":2101,"date":"2009-05-11T07:48:08","date_gmt":"2009-05-11T12:48:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=2101"},"modified":"2009-05-11T07:48:08","modified_gmt":"2009-05-11T12:48:08","slug":"random-bullets-of-mothers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/05\/11\/random-bullets-of-mothers-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Random bullets of Mother&#8217;s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In lieu of a coherent blog post, which I promise you is forthcoming one of these days (ahem, weeks) here&#8217;s a few random bullets of Mother&#8217;s Day.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>It started early as Simon woke me up at 5:25, clutching the Mother&#8217;s Day present he brought home from school on Friday anxiously as he stage whispered in a near shout, &#8220;Mom!  Are you still sleeping yet?&#8221;  Um, not anymore I&#8217;m not!<\/li>\n<li>Barely a couple of minutes later, Lucas was awake as well.  We&#8217;re early risers, but for the entire family to be awake and downstairs before 6 am on a Sunday is not only mostly unprecedented but bodes for a very long day.  (On days when I&#8217;m not working, usually Tristan and I are up a good hour or more before everyone else, giving me precious time to have a coffee or three and peruse the morning paper before the rest of them tumble out of bed in all their needy and noisy glory.)<\/li>\n<li>The coffee was still percolating as I opened the Mother&#8217;s Day gifts the boys brought home from school on Friday.  Simon had asked several times over the weekend if I could please open my Mother&#8217;s Day gifts NOW, please please please, and each time I gently put him off and said I wanted to save the surprise for Sunday morning.  Imagine the guilt I felt when I opened the beautifully-decorated brown-paper-bag he&#8217;d been clutching to find a small planter of annuals &#8212; inside a sealed ziploc baggie.  Poor things were traumatized yellow by the weekend without air, but they perked up a bit with some water.  We&#8217;ll see if they survive to be transplanted into the garden. <\/li>\n<li>Tristan&#8217;s gift was instructions for a foot massage and a little bottle of lotion he&#8217;d decorated himself, and a cookbook of his classmates&#8217; favourite recipes.  Tristan&#8217;s pizza recipe:\n<p>1\/2 cup of pineapple<br \/>\n5 pieces of pepperoni<br \/>\na bag of cheese<br \/>\nsome sauce<br \/>\none piece of wheat bread<\/p>\n<p>Put sauce on bread, add cheese, place pepperoni and pineapple and bake for 8 minutes at 20 degrees.<\/p>\n<p>(How cute is that?)<\/li>\n<li>The day was already feeling a little long when I stepped out of the shower and in the midst of towel-drying my hair felt an unbearable wrenching pull in my back, just off my shoulder blade.  It was so painful I could barely draw a deep breath.  I&#8217;m not sure if this is what people mean when they say, &#8220;I put my back out,&#8221; but holy god in heaven does it ever hurt.  Even 24 hours later, I&#8217;m holding myself stiffly to avoid the wrenching spasm that shoots across the upper right quadrant of my back if I move the wrong way.  (The wrong way being just about any extension of my arms, turning of my head to the side, or looking down in the slightest bit.)  <\/li>\n<li>It&#8217;s still painful enough that I&#8217;d debated a bit about the merits of coming to work versus staying home, but with a houseful of kids and nanny, I thought work might be the more peaceful option.  After just about a half an hour of typing and mouse-clicking, though, I&#8217;m beginning to think it was a bad choice.<\/li>\n<li>Any insight into whether this merits medical attention or a wait-it-out approach is appreciated, as is your anecdotal experience with back pain.  This is a new one for me.<\/li>\n<li>The good news is that Beloved was a darling throughout the day, and the pull in my back forced me to pretty much take it easy the whole of Mother&#8217;s Day, something I might not have done otherwise.  I didn&#8217;t change a single diaper all day, and read the last half of a photography book that was due back at the library this week.  Of course, I also emptied the dishwasher, picked up some clutter and did a few loads of laundry &#8212; because I think I&#8217;m now physically and mentally incapable of actually doing <em>nothing <\/em>for a day.<\/li>\n<li>After Lucas&#8217;s nap, Beloved took the whole family on a trip to Henry&#8217;s camera shop where he let me pick out my Mother&#8217;s Day gift.  I waffled for a bit between a set of reflectors, a Gorillapod, and a neutral density filter, but finally settled on a circular polarizing filter.  A polarizing filter is cool to have because it balances the brightness of the sky against a landscape while bringing out details and colour saturation, and cuts down on reflectivity of water and glass.  A fun new toy to play with!<\/li>\n<li>To finish off the day, we had Granny and Papa Lou over for takeout fajitas from Lone Star, and they brought cheesecake from Costco for dessert.  Five-star seal of approval on that meal!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Aside from the wrenched muscles and the fact that it was grey and just about subzero all day, it was a lovely Mother&#8217;s Day.  You?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In lieu of a coherent blog post, which I promise you is forthcoming one of these days (ahem, weeks) here&#8217;s a few random bullets of Mother&#8217;s Day. It started early as Simon woke me up at 5:25, clutching the Mother&#8217;s Day present he brought home from school on Friday anxiously as he stage whispered in &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/05\/11\/random-bullets-of-mothers-day\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Random bullets of Mother&#8217;s Day&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,15,25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2101","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ah-me-boys","category-it-is-all-about-me","category-rants-and-rambles"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2101","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2101"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2101\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2102,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2101\/revisions\/2102"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}