Happy Baby!

doctors and nurses

My maternal grandmother was a nurse. Better still, she was an Irish nurse. I never really knew her; she died when I a little baby.
But I like to think that our family doctor here in Saskatoon is a little like she must have been. From the Island, a gazillion years of experience, knows every possible childhood malady and isn't afraid to just let said maladies run their course when necessary.
She also adores and dotes on the Boys, which of course makes her extra special.
So Boy2 had his two-month doctor checkup yesterday. In her words, he's 'a bonny wee man' and the sun probably rises in his eyes. We were a little concerned, because he's a little bowlegged and produces an inordinate amount of spit. But the Dr looked him over and pronounced him healthy and whole. We were pretty happy.

But then we had to take him to the public health unit today for his shots.

Today, we have a flatheaded, clubfooted, possibly 'non-responding' baby according to the public health nurse.

Boy2 adores the doctor. Smiles, big eyes, tracking, reaching, his little trademark cooing noises. Definitely did not like the nurse. So he ignored her.

I can remember sitting through parent-teacher interviews and hearing my teachers suggest that I should be moved to 'special' classes because I 'had problems paying attention'. Bless my mother for telling those people where to go, how to get there, and what to do upon arrival.

Dear Lord, please don't let my boys be saddled with the same sort of idjits I had to deal with!

Happy Victoria Day!

Hope that everyone had a happy Victoria Day!

Ours was great-- I actually had the day off, so we decided to day-trip to Pike Lake provincial park, just south and west of Saskatoon. The weather didn't really cooperate -- cold and very windy but deceptively sunny -- and I couldn't try out the new fishing rod Dad gave me for an early present. Something about a too small population of fish. Argh! But there'll be more weekends before we move to explore other places.

So, here are some pictures of the four of us in the wilds of (they're there but you can't fish 'em) Pike Lake.

So, work goes well. 70 hours last week. Hopefully, spring clean up is done this week and I won't have to repeat that particular feat.

The boys continue to grown like worms. So well, in fact, that we're thinking of next spring for the next one....speaking of which, Boy2's baptism is coming up sometime soon...keep watch for pics.

my denomination continues its progress towards self-immolation. I just hope that I have a job in two or three years and that I can still talk with various friends who sit on the different sides.

True to form, I still don't have my marks from last semester. The summer sessions have already begun, and I still don't have my final marks from last term. How does this Seminary stay in business or stay accredited? How am I ever expected to improve my writing or reflection if the feedback I most often get is "if you're failing we'd tell you"? AARRRRGGH.

Anywho, some pictures of the family, hope all is well with everyone.

oof...

what a couple of weeks.
We made a fast trip back to Alberta (with apologies to those whom we didn't see -- seriously, it was fast.)
Took in worship at our new congregation as of August -- what a fantastic group of people! I can't wait to get started and see what I can learn.
I started work the day after we got back (this past Tuesday). Having picked up a rolicking case of tonsilitis on the drive home I spent the first couple of days not saying much of anything and eating mostly soup. Which is good, because I would have happily killed and ate the livers of a high school student or two who were supposed to be 'helping'. meh. kids.
so, in the past five days I've works something like 55 hours, including a 14-hour stretch yesterday.
'tis fun, though.
Took in most of the graduation service of the Saskatoon Theological Union, which was two hours of my life which I will never get back. We left after that point, and they still hadn't gotten to our LTS grads! the ceremony was held at 3rd Avenue United here in 'toon, which is a gothic monolith and a testament to why some old church buildings should just be closed -- in the middle of some repairs or patching, so it really looked like we could have just held the ceremony in an old warehouse. Seriously calvinistically uncomfortable pews (for someone who'd just worked with an aerator for 9 hours) and a completely un-child and un-family-friendly atmosphere combined to make a pretty nasty experience for us. Saw some friends off who are graduating this year, though, so I look forward to seeing them in the parish.
anyways, off to church myself, so I'll post some more later :)