Wednesday, September 26, 2012
"Hi, Mrs. Deaner, this is blah mer mah, I'm calling from building #*$, where you came in to see the Director for your son's, Richard's, his, Richard, errr, or Evans you call him, at the #*$. Just to let you know we are obliged to call when there is a hit injury. And it's NOT a problem we just wanted to let you know that while he was playing, a friend mistook one of their toys, and it flew towards his head and he has a, err, little red swelling there, but he's okay, it's going away, and they put an ice pack there, cleaned it up and gave him TLC of course they will let you know, but this is just to let you know, this is a courtesy call and if you need to call to find out anything further please call us at XXXXXX and we will get more information to you or if you would like to see him. Otherwise he seems to be doing fine. Thank you very much. Bye."
Now seriously, I just sat here and transcribed this message word for word and I cannot stop laughing. I can't say that I found it as entertaining when I first listened to it because I was slightly more concerned in the moment for my potentially concussed child. Which is y'alls favorite part? Personally I like how the other child, the "friend", "mistook" one of the toys and it "flew towards Evans' head". Hmmmm.
When I arrived to pick Evans up (and no, I did not feel the need to see him, frankly I probably wouldn't have even put ice on it myself) he was perfectly happy and playing though he did point to his head multiple times. The teacher was VERY concerned about the "incident" and asked if I could please review the INCIDENT REPORT! Waaa? An incident report? These kids are two years old! I mean, I don't find it funny that my son was hurt but when the teacher told me that Evans was minding his own business, reading a book when a little girl hurled a large hard plastic PONY at his head and that he "DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE", I had to chuckle a bit. I mean, I'm sorry, that's funny. Poor kid neva. hada. chance.
Just out of curiosity as I was signing all the "hit incident reports" (which I really hope I can get a copy of for the baby book) I asked what would happen to the actual "perp" of the hit incident. I was vaguely aware that they don't punish the children with timeouts and I was genuinely interested. I did not expect the teacher to respond with "oh, we do not tolerate this sort of behavior and if it happens again, she will be suspended". SUSPENDED? Are you kidding me? I know I wasn't there and that perhaps there have been other "assaults by equine" but suspension of a two year old from part time toddler preschool seemed a little extreme. I mean, it could be Evans attacking with that same pony next week and I would DIE if my child got suspended from school for something like that. Or, I might think it is funny.......until I have to stay home with him all day long! :)
Bottom line, I'm pretty laid back about things like this. I would never demand to know which child it was that hit him or complain that something more should have been done. I was never upset and I was mildly amused. I am definitely relieved that E was not the "hitter" and I don't think he will be suffering any long term negative effects from the hit incident. If push ever came to shove I think Evans could handle himself and if not, I might just suggest that he start wearing that plastic football helmut again. Can't wait for school on Friday!
Posted by Gleatie at 5:17 PM
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Me: "Where is the easiest place around here were I can buy a lock for the bridge and have it engraved? (I want to demonstrate just how clear I was).
Waitress: "What? A lock? What for?"
Me: "You know, a padlock, to lock on to the bridge over there"?
Waitress: "A lock on the bridge"?
Me: (patiently) "Yes, like one of the hundreds of thousands already locked to that bridge"?
Waitress: "Hmmmm, I have never heard of this, I will have to ask someone else".
Ok, I was a bit floored. She returned to tell me that I would have to order one from the internet. WTF? In all fairness, I must admit, she ended up being more right than wrong. While I did ask one more person she directed me to a locksmith who charged 1 euro per letter and was closed for lunch until 3pm. I still feel like I must be missing something here but that is where the search ended for the day. If there were vendors somewhere in Cologne busy etching hundreds of locks a day for outrageous prices, I did not find them. I am, however, considering a new career.
We spent most afternoons with Buddy and Susie down at our favorite place on earth, the wine stand.
We were blessed with a week of great weather, great food, great company and good wine. Every year my mom, my sister and myself host a cocktail party around Christmas for all of our lady friends and each year we have served this Sekt from Biebrich. We found it at Trader Joe's one year and had to try it considering this castle is only about 3 miles from my house.
Posted by Gleatie at 1:40 PM
Thursday, September 13, 2012
1. Bake your chicken. For Deaner and I only, I use three HALF chicken breasts because we are lucky enough to have these at the commissary. However, in the past month or so, Evans has decided to horn in on this deal and gobble down his fair share of dinner, so I've upped the recipe to 3 full chicken breasts. Place raw chicken in baking dish and cover completely with chicken broth. You can also use salted water but to each his own. If I remember the broth at the store, great, if not, oh well. Bake for @ 45 minutes on 350 degrees F or 177 degrees C.
2. When chicken is done baking pull out of broth and set on cutting board. Shred with two forks, removing all the gross gizzardy veiny chicken parts. Place shredded chicken in a mixing bowl.
3. Mix shredded chicken with half a jar of Ortega Salsa Verde salsa and mix well. Enough to make shredded chicken wet.
Posted by Gleatie at 4:31 PM
Monday, September 10, 2012
We have not had a ton else going on in our house. I would like to ask that if I ever mention any plans to buy Evans another mylar balloon that someone please stop me. We bought a great Thomas mylar balloon for Evans' birthday party three weekends ago and I have to say, it has been the source of much angst and frustration around here lately. How does the dang thing still have helium in it? Evans has become completely and utterly obsessed with his "boon". Boons are a great idea in most homes. Not in homes where the ceilings reach 20 ft, at least. Deaner and I have made more trips up the stairs in the past two weeks to fetch the "boon" off the ceiling of the second floor that I should have lost 5 pounds by now. I extended the string on it once so that I wouldn't have to jump when it was on our regular height kitchen ceiling and yesterday it dawned on me that I should have extended it further a long time ago. After about 5 trips up the stairs I'd had it.
Posted by Gleatie at 11:13 AM
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
I'm sorry to say that the arrival of my ice maker completely trumped my son's first day of school. Let's just say this, I am hoping that I can only improve on our morning routine. It didn't help that I was the only set of hands here to help and that I needed to be out the door by 7:45am. Uhhh, that is hard. I know all you out there with more than one child are probably thinking "pfff, try having two kids (or three or four)" because that is normally the response I get when I state that something is difficult for me. However, I knew around 7:40a that there weren't going to be any "first day of school pictures". This is what I managed.
Posted by Gleatie at 5:15 PM
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
In other news, there has not been much else to report. I have been under the weather and battling a massive sinus infection. Last Wednesday I went to bed afraid that I was getting a toothache. The last time this happened was over ten years ago but required a root canal. Scared that would be the case again I was actually proactive and went and saw a German dentist on Thursday afternoon. You want to talk about frightening? Think large German scraping around in your mouth, pounding on your teeth that are throbbing and the grand finale.......touching each of my teeth with dry ice to see how I responded. Not pretty. Only to announce that there was nothing wrong with my teeth (besides the other small cavity that needed to be filled a later date). I left having been told to be less zealous with my self bleaching and with not one, but TWO other appointments, for cleaning and filling. Sigh.
By Friday it became obvious that I was suffering from a bad sinus infection and that the toothache was just the first sign that it was coming. Of course, this was on Friday AFTER all the doctors closed for the weekend. Thankfully Germans aren't much for Labor Day and I was able to see one on Monday. I'm now on antibiotics three times a day for TEN days. To think that I actually look forward to taking those pills in hopes of getting closer to feeling normal again. It was not the best holiday weekend in our house however the pain was eased by the kickoff of college football. Only the greatest time of year!
Posted by Gleatie at 2:13 PM